Page 78 of Vicious Vows

“You defied me.” I tightened my hold on her hair. “Again.”

Her breath danced along my lips as I crushed them against hers. She moaned into my mouth when I shoved my tongue inside hers, kissing her with an unforgiving force. My rage over what happened at the dealership today came racing to the forefront.

She clawed at my back as her breasts grazed my chest. The heat of our bodies rivaled the lust between us.

“I don’t want to fight.” She trailed her hands down my stomach and to my belt. “I want you.”

I grabbed her wrist and spun her, bumping my chest into her back.

“If you don’t want to fight, why do you keep irritating me?” I glided my hand over her breasts and down her stomach. “Why do you push me?”

“I don’t mean to.” She sucked in a breath when I slid my fingers inside her panties, then moaned as I stroked her smooth mound. “Marchello, please.”

“Please what?” I worked my fingers inside her. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Take out all that aggression on me.”

She had no idea how much I wanted to fuck my anger away—how much I wanted to use her body as an outlet. But I wasn’t going to let her off the hook so easily. She needed to understand how dangerous these games she insisted on playing were.

“Let’s go.” I pushed her in the direction of the bed. “You’re going to be really sorry you didn’t let me walk out of here when I gave you the chance.”

I tugged my belt through the loops, and a small smile graced her lips.

“It’s not going to be like last time.” I guided her onto the mattress, positioning her so she was folded over the edge of the bed. Her chest pressed flush against it, and her sexy ass arched in waiting. “I’m not tying you up tonight.”

I slapped my belt into my palm, and she jumped.

“Do you still want me to take my hostility out on you?” I moved to stand over her. “Do you want to see how angry I am over someone taking a shot at me and hitting you in the process?”

“Will it help you?” She turned and stared into my eyes. “Can Ihelpyou with that?”

Fuck!Why did it always come down to me needing her?

I drew my arm back and smacked the leather against her backside. I inhaled deeply before doing it again, then exhaled as I raised my hand and swiftly connected the strap against her welted ass for a third time.

Other than a small gasp, she remained silent. She was the most fearless woman I had ever encountered.

The blood that had seeped through her blue dress as she held onto me for support on the terrace flashed through my mind. I didn’t know how bad she had been hurt. I wasn’t aware that it was just a graze at that moment.

“Keep going,” she said. “I want more.”

I tightened my grasp on the belt before swinging it against her flesh.

“Ouch!” She wiggled as she sucked in a long breath.

I ran my hand through my hair, gazing down at her in total awe of her willingness to let me punish her this way. She could drive me to the brink of insanity by tormenting me. She had a knack for making me lose control, but when I needed her to step up, she was right there. No questions or hesitation.

Except today, when I needed her to understand she wasn’t safe. Her father would sacrifice her to make me suffer. I hit her one last time before dropping the belt and unbuttoning my pants. She slithered onto the bed, staying on her stomach and spreading her thighs.

I lowered my zipper and pushed my pants over my hips.

“Princess.” I ran my palm along her hot, red backside, gripping her thong and yanking it down her legs. “We both know not even my belt will make you stop your nonsense.”

“Probably not.” She pushed her pussy into the mattress before raising her ass. “I want you.”

Her tough exterior rivaled most of my associates. She may have been stronger than several of them. Taking my belt like a fucking champ, and now she wanted my cock. She was made for me, even if I didn’t deserve her.

“Mmm…” she moaned when I moved behind her and gripped her waist, avoiding her injury.

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