Page 33 of Stolen Vows
I stride up the steps and through the towering Gothic archways before turning down the narrow hall toward the bridal suite.An usher gives a slight bow as he passes, but the passage is already empty.Most attendees are already in their seats, but the staff accepted bribes and happily kept the area clear.
After ensuring the four men post on either side with their backs to the door, I twist the knob and open the ornate, solid slab of wood on silent hinges.
Valentina sits at the vanity along the wall of mirrors to the right.
She’s so gorgeous my chest aches.With a sweetheart neckline emphasizing her full breasts, the dress tight round her narrow waist, and a full skirt, she’s a wet dream in the flesh.
I shut the door behind me and turn the lock.
She stiffens at the sound and lifts her gaze from her phone screen.Her mesmerizing blue eyes shine brighter than a cloudless sky while her freckles add an alluring innocence to her pale complexion.
She sets her phone on the vanity and rises.The wary set of her shoulders as she squares off with me proves she’s not an idiot ,while the hunger in her eyes as she gives me a thorough once-over tempts the monster within me.
She stands her ground as I stalk toward her.The mini act of defiance fills my balls with magma.I halt with my toes half an inch away from the hem of her dress.
She swallows.I trail my fingertip down the front of her throat.Her breath hitches.
“Did you choose me?”I ask as I tease the well of her collarbone.
“Yes,” she answers.
My fingers almost span her entire waist.I lift her onto the vanity and wedge my hips between her knees.
“Prove it.Show me,” I demand.
She glances toward the door.I lift her chin to my face and tease her bottom lip with my thumb.
“Is it too much to handle?”I goad, referencing my threat from the parking deck.“Would you rather I fill this pretty little mouth instead?”
Her breath ghosts over the tip of my thumb.She shivers and shakes her head.I lean closer.She leans back and hides a grimace.My hackles rise.
I step back.
She pulls her skirt into her lap until the gift I sent her this morning gleams in the light.
Mio Dio, she’s stunning.
Nestled against her folds, the blue panties create a pop of color against her pale skin and white dress.
My cock tests the seam of my trousers.
“Give them to me,” I growl.
Her thighs bunch.
“What?Why?I thought—”
“They’remysomething borrowed.Either give me the panties or I’ll take them myself,” I snarl.
An endearing blush steals across her face, and for a moment, she looks so innocent and vulnerable I teeter on the edge of mania.It would be so easy to push her onto her back, pull her panties aside, and sink my cock deep into her pussy.
Her pupils shrink.She looks away and nods before awkwardly shimmying the panties off while balancing on the vanity.I snatch them from her and smirk at the patch of wetness.
“Ismia paperottathat eager to see me?”I ask as I stick them in my breast pocket over my heart.She shifts as though to scoot back and close her knees, but I grab her ass and slide her forward again, forcing her legs to part around my waist.
“I have a better gift for you,” I promise.
Her pulse hammers in her throat, and she studies my face with an addictive mixture of fear, uncertainty, and intrigue.
