Page 63 of Brutal Vows

“You don’t have to believe me yet,gattina. I’ll prove it to you,” I murmur.

Her pupils dilate and she wiggles her hips. I thrust my hard cock against her ass, the friction of our clothes stifling. I need her pussy clamped around my cock as she squirts her juices down my legs.

Her throat vibrates with her moan as I nip the top of her ear.

I slip my hand under her shirt, yank her bra up to her collarbone, and fill my fist with her soft, full breast.

“Stop. Someone else was in here,” she hisses.

“They’re gone now. Tell me what happened with the Russian man,” I demand with my lips against her temple.

“I think it was my sister’s boyfriend. We need to stop,” she groans.

I freeze.

“You think the Russian man was your sister’s boyfriend?”

“What? No! I think the guy who was just in here was my sister’s boyfriend. I think he followed me,” she says.

A dark need for violence rises in me.

“Why would he do that?” I snarl.

She wriggles as I pinch her nipple.

“I don’t know, but I saw him in my sister’s apartment. Maybe he heard us through the intercom?” she suggests in a breathy voice.

“What makes you think he would listen?” I ask as I move my attention to her other breast.

“I felt someone watching me when I came home alone last night,” she says.

I roll her nipple between my fingers and enjoy her gasp as I snarl into her hair.

“You didn’t mention it last night.”

“I was a little distracted,” she huffs.

“How about now? Are you distracted? Will you forget to tell me things now?”

She hesitates. I sink my nails into her soft flesh, threatening to scratch over the turgid peak if she doesn’t answer correctly.

“N-no. I won’t forget,” she stutters.

“Good. Now answer me,gattina, before I bend you over and fuck you right here in the laundry room.”

She shivers in anticipation, causing my nails to dig into her areola.

“How long ago did you meet the Russian your sister mentioned?” I ask.

“I didn’t meet him. He barged into the clinic, drew a gun, and promised to kill anyone who didn’t listen,” she says.

Her choppy breaths make my grip on her breast precarious. I flex my digits around her throat and enjoy the pounding of her pulse against my fingertips.

“What did he want?”

I flick my tongue over the top of her ear.

“He forced my sister to operate on his boss.”

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