Page 30 of Vow of Desire

“I shouldn’t have liked it,” I whisper.

“Why shouldn’t you have? We’re married. Isn’t a good wife supposed to kiss her husband?”

“Yes,” I admit. “But a good wife is also not supposed to like the kiss of her husband who has done terrible things. I should be better. In every way.”

“Wouldn’t life be more fun if you just gave in?”

“Gave in to your darkness?” I shake my head and step away from him but he only follows me. Once my back hits the wall, I know I’m stuck. “I can’t do that. I have my image to protect.”

“Fuck your image. I think you already ruined that when you smacked Alexandra Ricci in the face. Word gets around fast.”

I gasp. “I didn’t mean to do that. She is just so…”

He quirks an eyebrow. “So?”

“So exasperating.”

“You need a release. You need to let go of this tension inside of you and I know how to help.”

“How?”

He stands so close to me, his entire front body is almost pressed against mine. Almost. There’s a tiny sliver of space between us but I know that’s going to disappear any moment.

“Just enjoy this,” he murmurs before bringing his lips to my cheek. It’s not what I’m expecting and I hold still to see what he does. When his lips brush down my neck, I can’t help but arch my neck back. It feels good, I can admit.

My body is tingling with so much emotion I can’t even make sense of it. His lips continue to linger on my neck. Gentle and soft. A whimper escapes my lips. I don’t even know why.

His hands find my hips and give them a squeeze. Matteo is a strong, masculine man. A very handsome one. I’ve known this since the first moment I met him. So why am I resisting someone who so many women would love to be with?

I’m attracted to him, I can admit deep within myself. That makes me feel ashamed. How can I be attracted to a man who has kidnapped a woman? Who tried to kill some of my father’s men?

And yet, I have to do my duty. I should give in to Matteo’s touch. I want it and don’t want it at the same time. It’s all so conflicting.

He grabs the end of my dress and pushes it around my hips. I gasp when his hands grip my thighs. It doesn’t hurt like I thought it would. Instead, it feels like my entire body is a live wire being touched. I’m exposed.

“This will feel good,” he says darkly into my ear before his fingers find my panties and pull them down. They slide down my legs and pool at my feet. Never have I been on display like this before.

Matteo looks me right in the eye as he brings his fingers straight to my most intimate area. I gasp when his fingers brush against a sensitive spot. A good spot. My clit. I was given sexeducation, even if it made my father uncomfortable. Right in this moment, I’m glad I was taught things. It will help me.

But I’m not sure anything can save me from my husband.

“Open your legs wider,” he says, tapping my inner thigh.

“I can’t move.”

“Are you scared?”

“Yes.”

“Only scared? Or do you feel anything else?” He grabs my thighs and opens them wider before bringing his finger back to my nub. When he runs his finger over it, my hips buck forward of their own accord. The pleasurable sensation is unlike anything I’ve experienced. I was taught to never touch myself. That good girls don’t do things like that.

But do good girls let their evil husbands touch them like this? I have no idea.

I wasn’t prepared for anything, even though I was taught what my future would be like since I was a little girl.

“Tell me,” he demands, running his finger over my clit. Pleasure spikes through my body, going straight to my toes.

“I feel…”