Page 68 of Brutal Vows

“I can’t wait. Make me pay for it later.Capisci, gattina?” he snarls.

I stare in dazed awe as he frees his massive cock and pulls my panties aside with his hooked finger. Lightning streaks from my clit to my core and spreads outward as he flicks the head of his cock through my squished folds, hitting directly over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

He smirks and strokes his length before running his cockhead over me again and watching me jerk with heavy-lidded eyes.

All the air escapes my lungs as he thrust into me. He’s too big. Too powerful.

I suck down a desperate breath as he grabs my hips and settles more of his weight onto my pinned thighs. With my arms bound behind my back and trapped underneath me, I’m powerless as he works his thick cock impossibly deeper into me.

When he shifts his grip and pulls my folds apart with his thumbs to expose my clit, I squeak and shake my head.

He growls and thrusts his hips, funneling his thick cock in and out of my squished pussy and tugging my stretched clit with every inward push.

Pressure builds in my core as he angles his cock and hits several sensitive spots inside me. My breasts jiggle as he pounds into me, and by the evil glint in his eyes when he studies them, I suspect his entire focus narrows on using me so thoroughly my nipples pop free. Several hard thrusts later, he accomplishes his mission. My right nipple slips free of the lace. He digs his fingertips into my hips and pulls my folds further apart before surging so deep into me his zipper mashes against the juncture of my thighs.

I combust as he stretches my hard clit and spears his tip into sensitive organs. He throws his head back and growls as he finds his release deep inside my body, and I writhe as a second orgasm rips through me without warning when he strokes his thumb directly over my clit.

The world flashes to black before returning in a rainbow of neon and sparkles.

He pulls out, rises, and folds me in half. I hiss as my legs squish my breasts.

With possessive eyes, he watches as warm fluid leaks from my pussy and trails down my ass crack. He hums and wedges his knees under my lower back before using his softening cock to ferry his cum back into my pussy. More replete than ever before, I shiver at the delicious stretch as he teases my entrance with his flange.

He pulls out and tugs my panties into place before tucking himself back into his trousers and parting my legs around his hips. With deceptively lazy hands, he fits my breasts back intomy bra, handling my intimate flesh as though he has every right, and brushes my sweaty hair back from my face.

I shudder and nuzzle his hand when he cups my face, needing more despite the satisfaction thrumming through me.

His expression softens. He leans over me, pushing me deeper into the cushions, and brushes his lips over my forehead a few times before rising and lifting me into a sitting position. His firm but caring hands lodge a rock in my throat as he cleans my face, neck, and shoulders with a baby wipe.

He unbraids my hair, pivots me to face away from him, and sprays a slightly fruity product into my locks before beginning an intricate braid around my crown. Without a mirror, I’m not sure what it looks like, but by feel alone, I love it. The tension in my scalp eases the angst in my soul. It’s like a silent vow to always be by my side, even though I’m full of flaws.

When he lifts me again and turns me to face him, I close my eyes and suck down a steadying breath before meeting his eyes.

He cups my chin and studies my face before grabbing a few things off the coffee table.

“I haven’t done this sincemia mammadied, so be still,gattina,” he murmurs.

I sit in stunned silence as he applies a light layer of primer on my face. When he follows it up with an even lighter layer of foundation and a few well-placed strokes of blush over my cheeks, I blink in wonder.

He knows more about makeup than I do. I force myself to stop blinking and sit as still as possible as he adds eyeliner and eyeshadow before blending the edges with his fingertips.

After scraping the wand along the edges of the bottle, he coats my lips with a gloss and sits back to study his work.

Sitting in skimpy lingerie with my hands tied behind my back, I stare at the most handsome man in New York City and wonder what other secrets the ruthless mafia man ishiding. How many other unexpected skills can one man possibly possess?

He pushes me against the back of the couch and kneels in front of me before lifting my foot onto his thigh. With sure hands, he works my foot into the heel, buckles the strap, and repeats the motion with my other foot.

My throat scratches as I swallow. He pulls me to my feet and roams hungry eyes over me as he cups my arms and waits for me to find my balance.

With unwavering patience, he steps back, pulls the dress off the hanger, and carefully works it over my head and shoulders without destroying his hard work. When he lowers it to my waist before pulling it up and fitting it over my breasts, I belatedly realize it’s a strapless knee-length gown with a fitted bodice, a sweetheart neckline, and a flirty skirt. He reaches behind me, wrapping me in a loose hug as he tugs the fabric of the bodice together and pulls the zipper up my back. Snug but not tight, the dress fits so well I eye my captor skeptically.

He offers me a lascivious smirk but remains silent as he tucks my new cosmetics into the purse he selected. I barely keep my balance in the ridiculous heels. My bound wrists don’t help.

He transfers my wallet and a few other items to the new purse before snapping it closed and letting it hang off his finger by the strap.

My insides quiver as he turns slate-grey eyes to mine. I toddle on the ridiculous heels as he guides me by the shoulders to stand in front of the floor-length mirror beside the vanity.

“Am I carrying you over my shoulder down the aisle, or will you walk beside me with my cum dripping down the inside of your thighs?”

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