Page 8 of Vicious Vows

“When I couldn’t find you, I swore I’d make sure you couldn’t sit for a week when I did.” He struck my backside with a powerful force. “I’m fulfilling that promise.”

His palm connected with my backside again.

“Ouch!” I tried to squirm off his lap.

“I’m not done. Brats who can’t behave suffer the consequences of their actions.” He hit me four more times, each time harder than the last. “Something you’re unfamiliar with.”

“I get it!” I screamed when his hand slapped my raw flesh again. “Stop!”

“Are you sure you want me to stop?” He smoothed his palm along my angry cheeks. “Because I haven’t gotten what I wanted yet.”

“What do you want?” I sucked in a breath.

“I think you know.” He swiped his fingers along my backside and between my legs until he reached my slit. “Should I fuck you or give another round to your ass with my hand?”

I jumped when he pushed his fingers inside me and swirled them around.

“I already know your answer.”

My body hummed with lust as he fingered me. I stretched out my hands and gripped the arm of the couch, circling my hips, then sliding down onto his fingers.

“Marchello,” I moaned.

“What am I going to do with you?” He glided one hand along my back while the other strummed my clit. “You’re such a filthy girl. Taking such pleasure in your punishment.”

“I need you.”

There was no shame in admitting that to him. I wanted him to have every part of me, and I wanted all of him. All of his flaws, all of his demons, and eventually, all of his love.

He demanded my obedience, but that was a small price to pay for his heart.

“You’ve had enough.” He withdrew his fingers.

“No!” I breathed out. “I need more.”

“You’ll get more.” He lifted me off his lap and leaned me over the arm of the couch.

My nipples swiped against the soft material of my T-shirt as I waited for him to give me what I desired. He rustled behind me, and my legs quivered. When his thighs grazed my legs, I scooted forward.

“Are you ready?” His stubbled grazed my shoulder. “I’m not holding back today.”

I turned to look at him. The anger in his expression wavered, but that didn’t last long. He grasped my hips and slammed into me so hard that if he wasn’t holding me tight, I would have tumbled off the couch and onto the floor.

I wasn’t getting away that easily.

“Fuck!” He thrust his hips forward. “Why can’t you just do what you’re supposed to do?”

Something told me he wasn’t searching for an answer to his question. I gripped the armrest and let him plow into me. I didn’t exactly hate it.

“Why do you make my life so difficult?” He moved his pelvis faster, giving me more with each motion forward.

When he raised me up, slamming my back into his chest, I shivered from the angle change. He slithered his hands up my stomach and squeezed my breasts.

“You may be a brat.” Teasing my nipples with his fingertips, he kissed the side of my neck. “But you’re mine.”

He continued his rough assault on me, stretching me and giving me all of him. I took everything. His callous words, his rough touches, his brutal kisses…all of it.

This was my penance for leaving him.

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