Page 9 of Vicious Vows

“I have to keep you here.” He trailed his hand to my throat. “I’m not letting them take you from me.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” I tried to swallow against his tight hold.

He squeezed harder.

“Marchello!” I panicked because I couldn’t breathe. “Please.”

I tried to push his hand from my neck. Would he lose control and strangle me? Had I finally tipped him over the edge?

“Do you trust me?”

I nodded.

“Then relax.” He slowed his pace inside me, giving me a second to regroup. “Let me lead.”

Once I controlled my breathing, his hold on my throat wasn’t as tight as I thought. The pressure was subtle, but I felt his commanding presence. Each time he thrust into me, he gripped my neck, squeezing enough to exert his power over me.

Without him pounding into me, my muscles relaxed and my mind quieted. It was just our breathing now, slow and heavy. I closed my eyes and concentrated on his long, leisurely strokes.

In and out, back and forth, push and pull… I teetered on the edge of insanity.

“Come for me.” He pressed his fingers into my windpipe as his breath swept along my neck. “I own you.”

With a violent shudder, I released a low, breathless moan.

“That’s my girl.”

He throttled my throat, intensifying my orgasm.Am I coming again? God!

As he propelled his hips forward, a stream of warmth sprayed inside me. He released my throat and glided his hand down my stomach to my center, rubbing my clit while he still moved inside me.

“Marchello.” I rested the back of my head on his shoulder. “We’re seriously messed up.”

He gently kissed me before pulling out and getting off the couch.

“I’m late.” He scooped his jacket off the floor. “That’s your fault.”

“Isn’t everything my fault?” I rested on the couch, wincing when my backside brushed against the cool leather.

“I’m probably going to be later than I thought.” He handed me my pants. “Get dressed before the guards come in.”

I got off the couch and shimmied past him with my pants draped over my arm.

He grabbed my wrist before I could get away. “You might want to adjust your attitude.”

“Why’s that?”

“You’ll know why when you can’t sit tomorrow.” He tugged me to him. “I won’t hesitate to do it again.”

“You keep doing your worst.” I kissed his cheek, breathing in his spicy scent. “I’m here for it.”

Hostage or not, I was in love with him. I just didn’t realize how dangerous that could be.

THREE

Marchello

The closer Miloand I got to our meeting with the cartel, the more unsettled I became. This whole situation had the potential to blow up in our faces.

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