Page 38 of Stolen Vows
“That was before you made yourself into my villain.You’re the reason I’m doing this,” I say.
Not an ounce of pity or worry rises in me despite the growing pool of blood underneath my father.
The vibrator slows inside me.I take a shuddering breath and sign my name.
Pietro shouts obscenities.I offer the pen to Mario.
The vibrator speeds up before he takes his hand out of his pocket.I shiver and cling to his sleeve for dear life, afraid I’ll shatter into a million pieces and join the flowers and lace strewn about the floor.
His devious smirk melts my bones.I grit my teeth and feast my eyes on his masculine, scarred hand as he scrawls his signature onto the marriage license.
I’m losing my mind.Everything is sexual.Lust rules my world.Mario controls my lust.
He’s the devil pulling my strings.
Emotional relief barrels through me as I realize my father can no longer hurt me.My composure breaks, and I gasp as waves of pleasure crash over me.I fist the back of Mario’s suit and squeeze his arm in a death grip as my core clenches.
The vibrations ratchet my orgasm impossibly higher.A whimper escapes my chest as my insides contract harder.Disbelief and humiliation spear through me as wetness gushes down the inside of my thighs.
When I peel my lashes open again, my entire body trembles and the universe shimmers with vibrant sparkles.
The dark crimson staining the floor around Pietro Luciano holds a tragic beauty I can’t explain.I lift my gaze to the old man’s face and sever all ties with him.
“I choose Mario Luciano.Only Mario.”
The breathy voice doesn’t sound like mine, but it says the words emanating from my heart.
Pietro’s reaction doesn’t matter.Mario guides my face to his with a gentle finger under my chin.
“Good girl.Mine,” he growls.
I drown in a sea of sensuality as he captures my lips in a searing kiss.My first kiss.
There’s no gentleness.No holding back.It’s raw, wild, and brilliantly terrifying.He ravages my mouth like a starving man at a feast, commanding and owning me with a ferocity that borders on cruel.
When he pulls back, I struggle to breathe from the intensity in his eyes.An inferno rages in my veins, and even though the vibrator no longer hums inside me, fresh need pulses between my legs.
I squeak and grunt when he tosses me over his shoulder.
“Make sure he gets proper medical treatment,” he tells the clergyman.
“Why?”Pietro curses.
Mario chuckles and slips his gun into its holster before grabbing my ass.I whimper as his thick fingers mash my dress against my wet pussy.
“You will live a long, miserable life knowing I took everything you hold dear and made it mine,” Mario vows.
I brace my hands on his lower back to ease the pain in my stomach from his hard shoulder as he turns and stalks toward the door behind the pulpit, but my corset, full skirt, and tight sleeves make it difficult.The bruise on my arm throbs as I strain to lift my head.
“Be still,paperotta.No one can save you now.You’re mine.My wife.My plaything.My revenge,” he snarls.
The hatred in his voice ices my heart.
What the fuck have I done?
Chapter 12
Mario Luciano
