Page 51 of Hostile Vows
SINÉAD
The grunt ripping out of his throat sounds certifiably crazy—fucking hot as hell.
He had tied me up, tortured my senses, and buried his face between my thighs. Still, he drew a respectful line and walked away. That says more about him than it does about me. Because all I can think of right now is provoking the barely contained beast inside of him.
For some reckless reason, I crave its dominance.
Iseekit.
One moment I’d been shivering from an earthshaking orgasm and the next he was strolling out of the room, telling me not to wait up. His flippant statement pulled me into a riptide. The crushing claws of jealousy tore this new life of mine apart. A world where I’d become a wife to a man who I secretly adored from afar, from the ages of history to the passing years of social media photographs.
And now he’s mine.Mine. Whether I believe he really wants me or not. That admission conjures a fresh possibility. Maybe I should place my trust in the hidden part of him I once met under our tree.
He might desire power more than fulfilling our vows; however, he’d said it himself: I’m a Souza now. Protected by a notoriously ruthless family. Maybe I could tap into the faint bond we had shared—perhaps my vicious husband would help me save Mammy from Frankie’s threat. The only problem would be if he doesn’t think it’s a worthy risk. To fuck with Frankie now could ruin whatever plan André hopes to fulfill.
Raw authority vibrates through his muscular form when I suck his lip into my mouth and sink my teeth into the plump flesh. A surge more dangerous than an erupting volcano sweeps me up in a blur. Strong hands seize my waist, and he effortlessly flings me over his shoulder, forcibly tossing me onto the bed. The surge of his power knocks the breath from my lungs.
I’m flat on my back, and for the first time, the expression he wears is bestial, a cold-blooded animal preparing to tear me apart. The most terrifying part is that it has my pulse thrumming and my blood red hot. This whole time he was preying on me, biding his time until I gave him the green light to unleash the starved creature inside of him.
Despite the ferocious way he’s manhandling me, his eyes swim with lust. They’re not exactly black and far from normal, almost otherworldly, a fraction lighter than his wide pupils.
André’s upper lip skews, hitching into a snarl before he pins me down. “Hurting will never feel so good.”
My chest tightens; the panic of his declaration instantaneously sets off alarm bells within me. There’s no other way to describe his movements other than predatory and animalistically intense.
I wriggle and squirm, my wrists pressed deep into the mattress beneath possessive hands, locking me in place. He arches over me where soft flickering light casts shadows on his inked chest, the drawings coming alive, each of them a witness to my destruction.
“Fight against me all you want, Sin,” he growls into my face. “You called me back because you want me to get high on you. It’s time to fuck, don’t you agree?”
I swallow hard, fully accepting the unorthodox ache I need to satisfy. “Yes…”
His fingers tighten while he positions himself between my knees. His head shakes. “Not good enough, Wifey.”
“Yes… Husband.”
“Still not good enough.” One hand jumps to my throat. “Need me to choke the begging words out of your dirty mouth?”
As he gently squeezes, his breathing deepens and he swears in a muttered groan, “Fuck!”
My free hand claws at his viselike grip. The lack of oxygen becoming a frantic concern. “Do it… fuck me… please… don’t stop…” Every word is strained, my uncomfortable swallows nudging his palm and twitching his lips into a satisfied smirk.
It's the kind of killer smile that dents his cheek and strips the madness from his eyes, as if he’s offering me a safe place to hide. In that silent second, his grip lessens, and I inhale.
“I won’t stop, Wifey, not even when you scream.” He half laughs in a low menacing rumble that's not playful—it's deadly serious.
My stomach quivers when he lowers his mouth to mine and drags his tongue over my lips.
“I’m going to bury my dick inside of you and fill your cunt with so much of my cum it will ooze out of you. And you’re going to enjoy it. You know why?” His other hand roughly grabs my breast, making the wax crack. “It’s simple. I wouldn't have married just any dirty little whore… No, I chose to marry the one whose veins run darker than mine. A woman who could handle all of me. This tiresome game of yours has run its course. I’m done with foreplay, and your pretty cunt is mine.”
And it is, embarrassingly so. When a strangled whimper escapes me, he lets go of my neck to focus on the chaotic mess he had left earlier. A heady wave of pleasure starts beneath the hand slapping my breast, intensified by crumbling fragments of wax. Tingles shoot straight to my core, heightening my arousal. He pinches a nipple and then moves to the other.
“I’ve never done it like this before,” I admit on a breath, as if I’m hoping my confession will please him or maybe give way to a little clemency. Instead, his thick brows snap together, his intensity looming over me heavier than an Irish rain cloud.
“Don’t even go there, Sin. Are you telling me you're lying here thinking about other men?” Ruthless fingers dig into my cheeks, his breath hot on my face. “Are you flat on your back for me and counting men like sheep?”
I shake my head. “No! I just meant…”
“The thought of my wife being fucked by other men is enough to make me find each one of those motherfuckers to a put a bullet in their skulls. I don’t want to imagine their ordinary dicks inmywife’s pussy or their lips on these perfect fucking tits.” The fierce possessiveness of how he snarls at me only serves to set me on fire.
