Page 19 of Sacred Vow

I walked quickly along the Italian marble flooring towards the front of the house where I’d been shown earlier his office was located. By the time I found the door, I was desperate to feel him inside of me.

When had I become so controlled by base desires?

Really Vittoria? Isn’t running away a base desire?

Shut up, stupid thoughts!

Never had I needed to feel the touch of any man. But Romeo infiltrated every pore of my being and moved in, filling every nook and cranny. I was valiantly working to keep him out of my heart, not wanting to love someone who couldn’t love me back.

“It’s just business,” my father had said. “You’ll find your way and carve out a life for yourself, Vittoria.”

But as I knocked on the door, an overwhelming need to know he was home safe and in one piece slammed into my heart.

I knocked tentatively.

With no response, I put my ear to the door and knocked harder. “Romeo! Please answer me!” My voice came out sounding more desperate than I liked, and perhaps it was that vulnerability that attracted the predator within, for my call was answered.

The door flew open and there stood a beast. It was still my husband, but an aspect of him that I hadn’t seen before. There was no light in his eyes, only black pools where his humanity once shone.

“Vittoria,” he growled.

I reached out a hand to cup his face, and he gripped my wrist before I touched him.

“If you stay, I will fuck you any way I please and it won’t be gentle.”

A shiver raced through me, settling between my thighs. A pool of moisture soaked my panties.

Like any predator, he picked up on my scent. A primal glint flared in the dark apertures of his eyes, and I knew there was no turning back.

I stayed still, the prey before the beast, waiting and willing to be slaughtered. But also, held my gaze steady. I may be terrified of going down this path, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Words are cheap, Sir,” I said and tossed my hair. “Show this girl some action.”

He gripped my hair and tugged me tight to his front. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Pulling me into his office, he slammed my back against the closed door as he locked it. Gripping my blouse, he ripped it down the middle, the two halves fluttering for a moment before landing at his feet.

Holy shit!

My bra was his next victim, shredded into lacy strips he used to tie my hands in front of me. “I’m going to fuck you, Vittoria, until you’re not even capable of standing.” He tossed me over his shoulder, crossing the room in long strides, and cleared his desk in one sweep of his arm. Scattering papers everywhere.

I shivered, ready to be laid out and ravished, but where it would have been easy for my husband to tip me forward and onto my back, he instead swung me around and dropped me belly-down over his desk, my bound wrists forcing my arms to extend in front of me, my hands grasping at the edge for dear life.

“What’s this, wife?” His hand cracked against my jeans.

The thick muffled sound of skin on denim had enough sting and heat to send a message to my clit. ‘You’re soaking for me, right through your jeans.“ He shoved the garment down to my knees and my drenched panties went with them.

“So fucking wet,” he growled.

Before I could comment, he shoved his cock inside of me, sinking to the hilt with one thrust.

A garbled squeak escaped me with the sudden, but not unwelcome invasion.

“You like being my dirty girl, don’t you, wife?”

My moan was his only answer, but that wasn’t good enough for him.

“Say it!” he commanded, seizing a fistful of my hair and yanking my head back so that my lustful cry filled the room. “Say it!”