Page 34 of Savage Vows

“Oh. You will. Most definitely. But I promised a taste of what happens when you try me. Later, you’ll experience the other. And you can decide which you prefer.”

The monster feathers his fingers between my thighs. “You hate this?”

Gasping, I go rigid. My reaction to him is humiliating.

“You can’t win, Alessia. So give in.”

If I keep struggling, disobeying him, will he continue to do this? And if I behave, will he stop?

I’m not sure which is worse.

Still holding the material tight against my pussy, he uses a finger to circle my clit.

Instantly I’m turned on.

“You’re wet for me, little rebel.”

Frantically I shake my head.More lies.Since I can smell the tanginess of my arousal, I know he can too.

“You’re a passionate woman.”

I am, but how does he know that about me?

“I’m sure you’ve explored those passions.” He’s quiet for a moment, and I hear the sound of his breathing, imagine the thump of his heart. “Or are you a virgin, Alessia?”

Maybe he’s hoping for a pure bride. And maybe he’ll let me go and decide to marry someone else when he learns I’m not innocent. “No.”

“Good.”

That was the last thing that I expected him to say.“Good?”I repeat, trying to turn my head to face him. All I can see are his powerful legs.

“Then I don’t have to worry about waiting until after the wedding.”

As if a man like Matteo would be patient about anything.

“I want you to be free with me, Alessia.” His voice is gruff with sensual demand.

“Not interested.” But I am. So very, very much.

He laughs, a triumphant, mocking sound. “Shall I stop?”

I’ll die if he stops touching me.

“Beg for it.” He presses my clit, and I instinctively clench my buttocks. “Tell me what you want.”

Never.

“Then tell me to stop.” He circles my clit slowly, and I’m drenched. “Tell me not to slide my finger deep inside you.”

God. My breathing turns ragged, and I’m still fighting him, but each movement creates a delicious friction that drives me madder.

“Alessia?”

I can’t answer him. Instead, I part my legs, letting my body speak for me.

He slides inside my panties.

The skin-on-skin contact is thrilling and maddening. I arch my back, trying to communicate what I so hungrily want.