Page 43 of Savage Vows

He climbs up my body, capturing my mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. I can taste myself on his lips, and it’s dirty and erotic and perfect.

“I mean it, Alessia. You are mine.” He whispers the words against my lips. “Every inch of you belongs to me. Admit it.”

Right now, if not forever, I belong to Matteo Moretti. “Yours,” I whisper.

A few moments later, he stands and lowers my legs before covering me with a blanket. “Stay where you are.”

I’m not sure I could move or that I want to.

He leaves me alone, and water runs in the nearby powder room.

When he returns, he bathes my pussy and cleans me up.

No man has ever treated me this well.

“That’s what happens when you’re a bad girl. Want to find out what happens when you are a good girl?”

CHAPTER TEN

Alessia

Not quite able to track what he’s saying, I blink. “What happens when I’m a…?”

“Good girl,” he finishes.

I’m not sure how much more I can take. Matteo Moretti is…a lot.

What he just did to me is mind blowing.

Back in college, I told one of my roommates that I didn’t understand what the big deal about sex was. I found it mostly boring, something that was over fast, with a mess to clean up afterward. My last experience was a total waste of time.

But Matteo’s unrelenting sensual attentions have destroyed me physically and emotionally too. My body is still on fire, and I can’t stop thinking about him and the way he made me come again and again.

Stunning me, I’m craving more.

I can’t help but look at him and wonder what it might feel like to have his big cock inside me.

Is that what he means by showing me what it’s like when I’m a good girl?

Does he think that making love with him is some sort of reward?

Swallowing deeply, I turn away.

“I want to show you what happens when you please me, Alessia.”

My nerve endings are still jumpy.

“I think you’ll like it.”

Reluctantly I slide my hand into his, and his firm touch spirals me back into a place of surrender.

He holds my shoulders as my shaky legs attempt to support me. “Are you okay?”

I’m not sure how to respond. But his gaze is so intense that I can’t look away.

“Go upstairs and get dressed. Nothing fancy. We’re staying on the property.”

The only thing I want is to soak in a warm bathtub and crawl into bed. At this point, I think I could sleep for a week.