Page 62 of Brutal Vows

“Did you hear everything my sister said?”

Although posed in the form of a question, her words and tone accuse me of doing something wrong.

“Yes, I did,” I say.

All the emotion drains from her face.

“Get your hands off me,” she demands.

I tighten my arm around her midsection.

She slams the back of her head against my sternum, encircles my wrist with both of her hands, and twists as she drops her weight. I catch her braid and almost find my balance through the pain, but I stumble when she gives my wrist a vicious yank as she pivots to the side.

Her momentum swings me toward the row of washing machines, and I snarl as I smack my shoulder against the metal.She sweeps her leg, almost taking my knees out from behind, but I shift and take the blow on one leg to remain upright. With a furious snarl, I yank her up by her hair and bend her over the stainless steel table. Higher than the average counter, the folding station puts her ass at the perfect height, so after a quick swat on each globe, I pin her hips to the edge by grinding my hard cock against her.

“Stop fighting,mia gattina. No matter how dirty you play, I’ll play dirtier. I’ll win no matter what it takes,” I snarl.

She fights my grip on her nape and sinks her nails into the back of my hand, so I pull her arms down the table and force her wrists to the small of her back.

“Just let me go!” she hisses and bucks. “You’re going to leave anyway, so what does it matter who wins?”

The hurt in her voice curls through my heart, and I pause with my hand an inch away from her hair.

“Why would I leave you, Loretta?” I growl as her struggling results in her ass jiggling around my hard cock.

“Why wouldn’t you? You heard her.” With an angry hiss, she twists her shoulders, but I tighten my grip around her wrists and enjoy the sight of her breasts squished against the flat surface. “My twin sister thinks I’m a curse. She wants me gone, so you will too,” she says through gritted teeth.

I thrust my hips and bury my fist in her hair, ready to fuck her in the laundry room if it’ll dispel such a stupid notion from her thoughts, but she chokes on a scoff and cranes her neck to meet my eyes.

“You know what I can’t understand?”

The depths of her torment spear through my soul.

“If even a brutal man like you can be loved, why can’t I? Why is there no one in my corner? Why am I always alone?”

She masks her pain with fury, but nothing can hide the despair lurking in her eyes.

I release her wrists, wrap my hand around her throat, and pull her up by her hair until she has no choice but to lean back against me and meet my stare.

“You’re mine, Loretta. I’m never letting you go, no matter what secrets you’re keeping from me,” I growl.

She sneers and wraps both hands around my wrist.

“I’m not yours. You’ll never keep me. You’ll throw me out just like my family did when you learn the truth.”

I give her braid a gentle shake and demand, “What truth,gattina? What happened?”

“Some secrets are too horrible to reveal,” she says through gritted teeth.

“Does it have to do with the Russians?” I ask.

“No.”

“Then it’s not important. It won’t change how I feel about you,” I insist.

Judging by the hard gleam in her eyes, she won’t believe me no matter what I say, so I release her hair and grab her breast. Her sharp inhale and hard nipple triple the inferno roaring through my veins.

She drops one hand and claws at my forearm as I knead and pinch her breast.

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