Page 3 of Tormented Diamonds
“Fire Queen. I believe you know the shade.”
A last-minute addition I found in the makeup bag. A shade that ignites a memory powerful enough to drown out the voices in my head telling me what a bad idea it was to put it on. I’m still trying to figure out why I didn’t listen.
That’s a lie.
I know exactly why. As angry as I am, there’s a piece of me that wants the man I fell for to be a part of this wedding. Red lipstick wasours. I may say “I do” to Gianni Marchesi, but that first kiss will belong to Johnny Malone.
His other hand dips into my hair, destroying the loose chignon I pinned at my nape. The moment I feel his grip wind around the newly freed strands, I release a soft breath. But it’s the dominant tug that forces my head back and my eyes on him that steals it.
“You know what red lipstick does to me, don’t you, Becca?”
“No,” I whisper.
“I think you do,” he challenges, walking me backward until my legs hit the bed. The hand on myface slides down to my hip, then curls possessively around my waist. “I believe the last time you did this I was very clear about it. And just like last time, I don’t know whether to lick that damn color off your lips for wanting to please me, or bite it off for being a fucking cock tease.” He lowers his head, his breath warming my ear as his hold on me tightens. “I know which one I’d rather do. What about you,cara mia? Do you prefer tongue or teeth?”
Christ, this man…
My eyes drift closed, my willpower drowning in an ocean of lust. I’ve never been the type of woman who loses all her brain cells at a few smooth lines and filthy words, but every moment with Gianni turns me into someone I don’t recognize. I can’t decide if it’s made me powerfully liberated or recklessly dependent, but one thing is clear…
It’s made my body my worst enemy.
“Teeth,” I murmur, tipping my head back.
The thread on Gianni’s trigger snaps. “You’re a dangerous woman, Doc. But I’m an even more dangerous man, and you’re about to know why.”
The world blurs as I’m spun around, then I feel Gianni’s hand between my shoulder blades pushing me onto the mattress. I turn my head to the side just in time to see him flip the skirt of my wedding gown over my ass. I hold my breath as he traces the thin, lacy string of my thong.
Surely, he won’t destroy another pair of panties, not on our wedding day.
He wraps it around his finger, then the hand on my back slides lower…
Lower.
Lower.
Riiiiiip.
I guess so.
My cheek burns against the mattress at being so ondisplay. However, I don’t have time to dwell on it. Two fingers invade my pussy, and I cry out, my mind exploding into a kaleidoscope of colors as he pumps them in and out at a maddeningly unhurried pace. My spine bows in protest, and the pressure on my back returns, keeping me bent over the bed and my face pressed into the mattress.
“I’m not going to fuck you,” he announces, adding a third finger with a force that has me clawing the comforter. “Even monsters honor tradition, and taking my wife on our wedding night is something Iwillhave.”
I want to argue, but his fingers curl inside me, and I lose the ability to form words.
“You’re not marrying Johnny Malone, Becca. You’re marrying Gianni Marchesi. I need you to understand we’re not the same. While we both worship the ground you walk on, the one with his fingers in your cunt is a violent and savage man. You think you’ve seen the worst, but you haven’t, Doc, not even close.”
I hear a rustling noise behind me, but I’m too frantic to care. I can’t catch my breath. My whole body is shaking, tears are streaming down my cheeks, and I’m dangerously close to begging. The bastard is withholding my orgasm on purpose. I feel like I’m rushing toward the ground at breakneck speed only to be yanked back up and dropped all over again.
“P-please…” I whimper. “I need … I need…”
He slowly pulls his fingers out, then leans over me, a wicked smile on his lips. “Does my bride need to come?”
All I can do is nod.
“Unfortunately, you won’t be doing it on my cock. But don’t worry, beloved. I have something for you just as hard and lethal.”
Relieved, I wait for him to put his fingers back in. Instead, I feel something cold and metal invade me. I stiffen, whichonly causes my inner walls to clench around it and draw it inside even more. It’s only then I realize the true depth of his depravity.
