Page 39 of Jealous Vows

I push a growl from deep in my throat and grab her hips.

“I’m a rabid dog now, is that it?”

She giggles and shakes her head.

“Better live up to my reputation then, yeah?”

Her eyes widen.I drop down and place a stinging bite to the upper swell of her breast.She hisses and pushes my face away.I grab her upper forearms—because the skin on her wrists is still too raw—and lift her arms out of the way.She squeaks.I pepper her breasts with bites ranging from small, barely there nips to as much soft, malleable flesh as I can fit in my mouth and using enough force to leave marks.

“I’m sorry!I was joking.Stop, please, I—”

She gasps as I suck on her nipple.

I lift my head with an audible pop and offer her a devilish smirk.

“What was that?Couldn’t hear you.Rabies.”

I continue the sensual torture until she almost slides off the edge of the mattress from wriggling.When I lift her by her hips, a tiny smudge of pink on the sheets sobers me.I clear my throat and cup her chin.

“You’re still bleeding.Are you hurting anywhere?”

She shakes her head.

“I can’t help with internal bleeding,bambolina.Tell me the truth; does it really not hurt?”

“It doesn’t, I swear,” she vows.

I study her expression before sighing.

“Is there anything I can do?”I ask.

She shrugs.

“Maybe don’t go so deep next time?I don’t know.Everything else might have been fine, but that hurt so much—”

“Mighthave beenfine?”I growl.

“Why are you getting mad atme?It’s not like I had any control,” she argues.

“I didn’t either.”

She stares at me with blank eyes for the briefest of moments before dozens of emotions play over her features.

“Are you trying to say this is my fault?”she accuses.

“Mio Dio, no.I’m saying…”

I growl again and shove my hand through my hair.For the first time in my adult life, I struggle for the right words.Anger narrows her gaze.Panic grips me and words tumble unbidden from my mouth.

“You make me weak,bambolina.I’ve never wanted anyone or anything as much as I want you.You’re mine, but it’s not enough.”

She blinks, squints, then leans back.I drop my palm to the mattress beside her ass.

“Do you meanIam not enough?”she asks.

I curse and frame her face with both hands.

“Don’t ever fucking doubt yourself again, Sienna.You’re—”