Page 25 of Jealous Vows

I set her on the counter, yank her knees apart, wedge my hips between them, and bury my fist in her hair.

“Take off my coat.”

Her breasts brush against me as she uses her bound hands to push my coat off my shoulder.I shrug out of it and swap hands in her hair.Metallic clinking sounds as she pulls my coat off my other arm.With her fists full and arms straining under the weight of the fabric, I wrap my long fingers around her hip and pull her tighter against my front.Even though her dress bunches in her lap and blocks my view, the heat of her bare pussy seeps into my hard cock.I drop my face to the crook of her neck and close my teeth over the sensitive flesh.

She yelps and jerks as I bite her.

I lift my head and murmur against her swollen skin.

“Sorry,bambolina, I forgot to tell you the instructions.Pull a button or two off my coat.I’ll help.”

“Wait, no, I—”

I bite her again, a bit softer this time, but still enough to sting.She sobs and frantically feels for the buttons.I’m not playing fair, but it makes the game even more fun.With her head forced in the other direction by my face and her wrists cuffed, she struggles to find the buttons amid the yards of fabric required to cover my massive torso.

I brush my lips over her shoulder, giving her a few extra seconds before I bite her again, and marvel at the bruise on her nape from when I shoved her down in San Francisco.She’ll have a few pretty marks from my teeth to match.

I open my mouth and fill it with her flesh.She writhes, pushing her pussy harder against my trapped cock, and if it weren’t for the fabric of my pants blocking her sweet slickness, I’d spunk all over us both.

I clamp my teeth together.Sienna grunts.A button clatters to the floor.

“It’s done.Please don’t—”

“One more,” I demand.

Her half-sob, half-hiss of frustration arrows straight to my balls.I lick her throat.

She yanks another button free and drops it to roll around with the other.

“No more.Please, my head, I can’t—”

I suck the raised skin of her shoulder into my mouth.She squeaks.Unable to resist, I move a little higher on her neck and bite.

She grunts and droops.

No, not droops.Her entire body goes lax.

I lift my head.She’s not faking it.She fainted.I skim my hand up her body from her hip and rest the back of my fingers against her lips.When warm air ghosts over my knuckles I swallow in relief, but the slow, shallow breaths concern me.

Rage at being denied the pleasure of her horror and pain rips through me, and for a terrible moment I consider unzipping my pants and thrusting into her unguarded body, but the idea coats my insides with greasy mush, so I sigh and funnel my anger away for later.

Although her cheeks are flushed, her skin holds an unhealthy pallor and is clammy with sweat.I press the side of her face against my chest, whack the bloody bouquets against the edge of the counter, and toss the stems halfway across the room.Flowers drift down and cover most of the floor.I knock the feminine hygiene products off the counter, scoop Sienna into a cradle hold, and muddle the scene with a few sweeps of my foot to make it look like two bodies tussled on the ground and ended underneath the towel rack.With my dangling belt, torn custom suit coat, scattered special-order buttons, her ruined panties, and the bloody bouquets strewn about, there’s no doubt what happened to Mario Luciano’s precious niece and who did it to her.

I smirk in glee.

After such an epic scene, fresh eagerness pulses in my veins.

Sienna Luciano is truly the most perfect vessel for my revenge.I may have to build her endurance so she doesn’t die, but I intend to keep her for as long as she survives.

My poor little doll isn’t accustomed to playing rough.It’s okay.I’ll teach her.

And I’ll enjoy every fucking second.

She’s mine now.All mine.

Chapter 9

Sienna Luciano