Page 46 of Brutal Vows

“Ididhurt you,” I snarl.

I release her head and pin her down with a hand on her sternum as I lift my torso and look down at our joined bodies.

Slight smudges of red show on the outer ring of her arousal, but when I pull back, only creamy slick drips from my cock.

“You were a virgin,” I breathe.

Her chest hitches under my palm. She shrugs and flexes her thighs around me. I hiss and grab her chin.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask.

She rolls her eyes and flattens her palms over my chest.

“Why would I?”

I snarl, pinch her chin, grab her ass, and push an inch or two back into her.

“Your first time shouldn’t have been so rushed. Or so rough. I would’ve shown more control if I’d known,” I growl.

She pulses around me as she takes a shuddering breath.

“Maybe next time,” she mumbles with yet another shrug.

Her small smirk seals her fate.

I worship her like the queen she is, paying homage with teeth and tongue, pledging my devotion with my fingers, and praising her with words.

She’s mine. My queen. My woman.

Mia gattina.

We christen every inch of her apartment. I manhandle her around the space, pinning her to the wall beside the breakfast nook, bending her over the living room couch, licking her in the hallway, and destroying the guest bedroom. The vase tumbles to the floor. Her breasts smudge the floor-length mirror. I spread her out on the bed and feast on her. She drops to her knees and reaches for me, but I catch her wrist.

“Not here,” I snarl and pull her to her feet.

Dazed, sweaty, and perfect, she wraps her legs around me when I grab her ass and lift her off her feet. I stalk into the bathroom and turn on the shower. She nibbles at my jaw.

I adjust the water temperature and sit on the bench. She sucks the lobe of my ear into her mouth and flicks her tongue over the trapped flesh. Lightning arcs down my spine and jolts through my balls. I growl and squeeze her ass. She pulls back, smirks, and slithers to the floor.

My heart pounds in my head as she kneels between my feet and splays her hands over my thighs. She traces my scars and tattoos with her fingertips as she studies my cock with wide eyes.

“All of that fit inside me?”

The innocent wonder in her gaze nearly sends me over the edge. I curl my fists around the edge of the bench and grunt. She pushes my knees further apart and lowers her head.

Every muscle in my body bunches as she kisses my thigh. She swirls her tongue along a line of raised flesh where I didn’t dodge a knife fast enough. My chest tightens as she kisses her way up my leg. I pray the bench doesn’t snap as I clench my fists.

She wraps a hand around the base of my shaft. I snarl and drop my head back against the wall.

“Ermanno,” she whispers.

I spear my hands into her hair and meet her vibrant green eyes. Wicked mirth glints in her gorgeous orbs.

“There’s my goodil mio sovrano,” she says, mimicking the tone and inflection I used when I first unlocked her phone with perfection.

Holy fuck. She’s glorious in her feistiness. Pearly white fluid drips from my tip. I tighten my hands in her hair.

Despite her submissive position,mia gattinadominates my world as she explores my cock with the same methodical intensity she exudes in all aspects of life.

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