Page 64 of Brutal Vows

Her growly, hissed response tells me everything I need to know.

She had nothing to do with Ralf or his crew before that night.

“Were you the anesthesiologist that night?”

“Yes.”

“But you didn’t cower, did you? You didn’t back down or show fear. You challenged him despite the gun in your face, didn’t you?”

Despite the fury roaring through me at the thought of another man coveting her bravery, the need to conquer and coddle her war within me. I scratch over her nipple and relish her hiss as she answers.

“I did. He would’ve killed us all if his boss died on the operating table.”

I knead her full breast to soften the sting before trailing my palm down her soft belly.

“What happened when you stood up to him?” I whisper into her ear.

She gasps and wriggles when I tease the flesh above her belt.

“He tried to take me with him, but I locked the door.”

“Good girl. Then what?”

She shakes her head, rubbing her braid against my chest, and tugs at my wrists, but I grind my cock against her ass and pull the end of her belt out of her belt loops.

“Stop, Ermanno. This isn’t—”

“I warned you what would happen if you said my name.” I unbuckle her belt and pop open the button on her jeans. “Answer me,gattina,” I growl into her hair.

Her whimper vibrates under my palm.

“The cops showed up and he ran away,” she says.

I unzip her pants and bury my hand in her panties. We both groan as I stroke her soft, slick flesh.

“You’re already wet for me, aren’t you,gattina?”

She nods but tries to pull my hands off her. I growl and yank her higher up my chest, forcing her onto her tiptoes so she doesn’t choke and giving me better access to her sex. She gasps as I sink my middle finger into her tight, wet pussy.

“This was eight months ago, wasn’t it?” I ask.

She nods her head.

“Yes. How did you know?” she asks.

I growl and bite her ear as I work a second finger into her body.

“That’s the same night I died twice after they kidnapped my don’s new bride.”

She stiffens and cranes her neck to aim wide eyes at me.

It’s too much.

I lean down and capture her mouth in a punishing kiss as I yank her jeans and panties down to her mid-thigh, free my cock, and sink balls deep into her tight, wet pussy. With her back arched and her legs held together by her pants, her breasts bounce under her shirt and she moans into my mouth as I hit her G-spot with every thrust.

She’s so slick and responsive I hang on to my control by a thread as I devour her mouth and thrust impossibly deeper into her pussy. Her squeak encourages me to thrust faster. Deeper. Harder.

She kisses me with such desperation my heart aches, and I worry the pounding in my chest will crack my sternum.

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