Page 53 of Jealous Vows

With regal grace, she glides into the chapel and joins the congregation without a backward glance.Her poise and caustic tone assure me she is, in fact, not sick but is intentionally ignoring the man.Valentina and I share a glance before we swing unhappy, judgmental eyes to the stranger.

Valentina steps in front of me.

“It’s your wedding day.No need to get your hands dirty.I’ll take care of this,” she says.

The makeup artist makes a sound of distress from down the hall.I pat Valentina’s shoulder in thanks before rushing into the bridal suite.He waits impatiently as my attendants help me change into my dress.The moment I sit in his chair, he swoops in and works with manic intent.It’s frightening, especially with him so close to my face, but I hold whatever position he puts me in like the good little doll Romeo calls me.When he finally finishes, I thank him and browbeat the lot of them out of the room.For a few moments, I pace back and forth between the vanity and the couch.

The door swings open, and my mystery mafia man steps inside.With a push and twist, he locks the door.My heart pounds against my sternum in anticipation.Need pulses between my legs.

He steps forward.I step back.The vanity blocks my retreat.He braces his palms on the vanity on either side of my skirt, leans forward, and murmurs mere centimeters from my mouth.

“I told you,bambolina.Mine and only mine.”

“Sí, Romeo.Yours.Only yours.Forever,” I vow.

He hums a decadent note and seals his mouth over mine.

Uncaring about my hair, makeup, and dress, I give him everything.He worships me with teeth, tongue, and hands as I writhe and muss his silky hair and twist his fancy tie.When he drops to his knees and throws my legs over his shoulders, I hold on for dear life.

He murders me over and over again with his diabolical tongue.My lungs burn, sweat gathers on my skin, and every brush against my clit sends zings of electricity up and down my spine.

When I nearly slip off the edge of the vanity, he rises with my knees hooked over his elbows and his cock already free of his trousers.I hiss as he presses my shoulders against the cool mirror, then gasp as he thrusts his hot, hard, thick cock into my pussy.

The glorious stretch pulls a sob from me.

“It’s been too long,bambolina.You’ll take all of me today even if it hurts.Capisci?”

His throaty demand rolls through me.I shake my head even though I want what he offers with every fiber of my being.He pins my knees against my shoulders and loses control in the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen.

Drenched from his mouth and multiple orgasms, I relish every agonizing penetration as he buries every inch of his cock inside me.I squeak, squirm, and sob as he pummels the sensitive tissues of my cervix over and over again.

When I teeter on the edge of a bigger, scarier orgasm than ever before, I ruin the front of his shirt in my desperation to warn him.

“Romeo, wait, I—”

“I know, Sienna.Give it to me.It’s mine,” he snarls.

I do.I give him everything.A dam breaks inside me and fluid gushes from my pussy as I contract in long, horrendous waves.

He pounds harder into me, prolonging the torture until every nerve ending in my body feels raw and exposed.By the time he finds his release with his tip spurting against my cervix, I’m too flooded with endorphins to feel the pain anymore.

I grab his nape and force his lips to mine.He tastes of my arousal.I pour every ounce of love and devotion into the kiss.

“I love you, Romeo,” I say between heaving breaths.

“I love you too, Sienna.Always,” he vows.

We stay interlocked for a few minutes before a flurry of activity outside the door pulls us into the present.He cleans us up as best he can before stealing a deep, domineering kiss and sneaking out.

I sigh and float through the next few minutes.

With the deep ache between my legs overshadowed by the joy in my heart, I join the wedding party in the atrium.ZioMario offers his elbow.I squeeze his arm.There’s no one else I’d rather give me away than him, which is good because my real father is dead.So dead.

Valentina sends me air kisses and returnsZioMario’s loving gaze before turning and following Renata down the aisle.

In front of Renata, Alan ushers Gran down the aisle.It’s beautiful.

A dark shape flashes out amid the white flowers by Renata’s legs, and as she stumbles, I realize the man who mocked her earlier just tried to trip her.My heart leaps into my throat as Renata catches herself on the pew opposite.The loud smack of flesh on wood reverberates through the chapel.