Page 83 of His Vicious Desire

“What are you doing in here?”I pretend like I have no idea he’s going to spank me until I can’t sit down.

“Did you notice how he didn’t touch you?”One eyebrow lifts in question.

“What the hell are you talking about?Dominic?Of course, he wasn’t going to touch me.”

“He didn’t touch you because he saw my mark on you.Since he’s an honorable man, he would never touch a woman who has a man.You’re lucky for that but not for flirting with him, aware it would piss me off.Andthis fucking dress.” He roars at me.

Fear sends me stumbling back into the vanity.It’s a double sink with faux marble that’s cold against my skin.“I’m sorry.It wasn’t really flirting.It was passing the time.He’s a nice guy.”

“You said he looked good with gray hair.”Is a growl from deep in his chest.“Bend over the sink.Twenty, and if you fight me I will fuck you so hard you can’t walk.”

Arguing doesn’t even cross my mind.I’m fucked up because I’m so wet right now I can barely stand it.There’s an air around him tonight, all dark and twisty.I want that, want all of him in every way I can get.I don’t want him hiding anything from me.I can take it, whatever he needs to give me.I turn over and pull my dress up.

“Why the fuck are you trying to drive me crazy?”He snarls at me as he begins smacking my ass hard without stopping or giving me a chance to breathe.Oh god, it’s wrong of me to be on the verge of coming without him touching my clit.

Unlike before, he doesn’t say a word when I can’t breathe to get the number out.I’ve lost count, and so has he.It doesn’t stop until he runs out of steam.

“Fuck.Bianca, I don’t do this.I don’t lose control.”The tug on my dress to cover my inflamed ass is hard enough to rip the dress but thank fuck it holds.

“I’m sorry, Gaetano.I really didn’t mean it.I’ve missed you so much.”I reach out to him.My legs don’t hold me, and neither does he.I’m down on my knees at his feet.As angry as he is, he’s hard as a rock.

There’s no plan behind it, only need, as I undo his belt.He doesn’t say a word or help me unfasten his pants.Pulling down his pants his hard cock bobs in front of me.This isn’t a punishment—I love doing this to him.I miss sucking his cock, miss pulling moans from him and feeling the essence of him filling my mouth.

His hand wraps around the base of my ponytail and uses it to guide my mouth on his cock.He’s punishing in a way he’s never been before.I refuse to fight back.Whatever he wants, I will give him.I will take anything he gives.

Oh fuck, he’s just using my mouth without any care for the tears streaming down my face.There’s no warning before he comes, like he usually gives me.I fight to swallow everything and lose.

Gaetano pulls up his pants and does his belt without a word.

I don’t understand.

“Act like a fucking adult making a man jealous is the oldest trick.Not everything runs on your schedule, princess.That includes me.”

He walks out, leaving me on my knees.

ChapterTwenty-Five

Bianca

I’m dressed and ready to go to the wedding.The dress I’m wearing is about as nun-like as I could stand.It’s the kind of tent thing that I can’t stand normally.But I’m only trying to make it to dinner.I don’t want to go.All I want to do is curl up under the covers and pretend today isn’t happening.

I squeeze my eyes shut as I remember the way I cried all over Sandro last night.It was so fucking embarrassing because I couldn’t stop crying.Every time I thought I was done, it started all over again.Sandro was pissed, ready to kill someone.

The only reason why he didn’t press it was because I would begin crying all over again.At least he understood it was about a guy.And if he knew it was Gaetano, he would have killed him, no matter what I said.

This morning, I expected him to ask me about it.I was going to tell him that I was worried I was pregnant.Except I didn’t know how the dad would react.But no.It wasn’t about the way I cried myself to sleep last night.He asked if I could stay in a suite for a week so he and Carina could get some alone time.

A little piece of me was glad it was only for a week.But it didn’t matter, because soon it would be out completely.So I forced a smile and said, Sure, it sounded like fun.

Running a hand over my stomach, I sigh.Still no period.I wish I was better at keeping track of the damn thing.Since I didn’t have a great first few days, I simply hid from it and pretended like I didn’t know it was coming.I only had a window of about a week when I thought it would come, and three or four days later, it would happen.At school, in explanation for my period it was a ten minute lecture telling us that Eve was to blame—don’t be a slut.

As soon as I walk into the big ballroom, I’m met by an usher who guides me down the aisle to the front.Great.I get a great view of my brother tying himself to a brat who doesn’t care about him the way he cares for her.Right now would be a wonderful time to be drunk or high.

Gazing around the ballroom, I’m annoyed by being impressed.It’s beautiful.Will I ever have this with Gaetano?Well…not this exactly.I don’t want a wedding with obnoxious flowers and trying to figure out seating charts.I want a marriage.A ring on my finger so I don’t need a bite on my neck.

Lost in hazy memories.I don’t pay attention to the ceremony.Despite the fact that I can clearly see Gaetano, I don’t dare look directly at him.There’s no way I could hide what I feel for him.With the amount of people here, someone will see it.

Gaetano

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