Page 32 of Jealous Vows

“No, I—”

Her pleas fall on deaf ears.I push my length deep inside her.

She’s tight.Too tight.

I snarl and bury my face in her neck as I lose control.

With every brutal snap of my hips, I sink impossibly deeper into her body, but her position robs me of the last inch, so I hook my arm under her knee and force her leg over the armrest.

As my tip hits the spongey ring of her cervix, she shrieks and writhes.I murmur broken words of encouragement and praise against her shoulder as I take every bit of what she offered and more.

My orgasm begins at the base of my spine.Liquid fire erupts from my balls, sears the inside of my shaft, and spurts from my tip.I cum harder and longer than ever before, jet after jet after unstoppable, unending jet roars through me.

Blood fills my mouth.Sienna’s body strangles every last bit of seed from my balls.I lift my head and spit onto the floor.A lightness infects my marrow, and for the first time in my life, the anger festering in my soul lies dormant.

As I nuzzlemia bambolina’s throat, I recognize her for what she truly is and not for what I demand she be.

She’s not my revenge or plaything.She’s my other half.My woman.My future.

I’ll never admit it out loud, but I need Sienna Luciano.I need her writhing underneath me, glaring at me in challenge and standing by my side.Forever.

For now I’ll bask in the euphoria I found in her body, knowing there’s no escape for her.She’s mine.

She’ll always be mine, no matter what it takes.

Chapter 11

Sienna Luciano

Every inch of me pulses with pain, from the handcuffs cutting into my wrists to the bite mark on my shoulder and the metal digging into my ankle, but none of that compares to the stabbing deep in my abdomen as his massive cock prods sensitive organs.I can’t breathe.It hurts.Silent tears stream down my face.

Romeo’s labored breaths gush over my mangled shoulder and throat as his dick jerks inside me.I sob.

His words have meaning.I can’t decipher them, but his gravelly tone and slowly relaxing body—as well as the flood of fluid inside me—assures me the worst of the storm has passed.

So why won’t his cock soften?

By the time he lifts his head, I’ve convinced myself this is how I die.I won’t survive.

He tilts his hips, pulling back the tiniest amount, but it’s enough to stop the stabbing pain.I suck down a desperate breath and release it on a sob.

“I told you I’d make you pay,bambolina.”

Even as my heart shrivels at his hurtful words, I nod, too tired to argue.All I want is for him to pull out and let me sleep.I don’t even care if he leaves me chained to the chair.I’m so tired.

He releases my leg and traces a finger around the wound on my shoulder.I don’t dare look for fear of seeing a gaping hole clear to my bones with blood gushing down my front.My logical brain knows it’s not that bad, but with most of my focus on the pain in my abdomen, it’s hard to regulate my imagination.

“I lost control and was too rough.You’re not recovered enough for this,” he rumbles.

His words hold no apology.No remorse.I shake my head and flex my arms.He pulls my wrists down.I hiss as the movement hurts from my shoulders to my finger joints and jostles the weapon lodged inside me.

An odd rumble escapes from Romeo’s throat as he inspects my wrists.

Romeo Yovanni.I heard his full name for the first time from my uncle during the call a few minutes ago.It feels like lifetimes.

He stiffens.I follow his gaze down to our joined bodies.Amid the ruined fabric of my dress are blotches of blood mixed in with my arousal.

“No.”