Wedding Vow of Revenge

He took his time peeling back the bra cups, using each movement of the fabric to increase her arousal, while teasing her with what was to come.

Oh, gosh…this man knew exactly how to touch her.

He looked down at her naked torso framed by the white fabric of her dress with blatant male appreciation burning his gaze. “Bellisima, cara.”

“You sound so sexy when you speak Italian,” she said on a sigh. “What are you saying?”

“Most beautiful. And you are that, Tara.”

He hadn’t translated the cara, but even she knew what that meant. Darling. Was she darling to him?

She hoped so because the more time she spent with Angelo Gordon, the more she felt for him.

His fingertip traced circles on her breasts, first one and then the other…back and forth…first left…then right…but never touching the hard nubs that ached for his attention.

“Please, Angelo.”

“What do you want, cara? Tell me.” His voice was thick with passion, the subtle Italian accent coming out.

“I need you to touch me.”

“I am touching you.”

“More. I need more.”

“What more?”

“You know.”

“Perhaps I do, but just to be sure, I want to hear you say it.”

“No.” Suddenly she felt all too vulnerable. He was wringing a response from her that was greater than anything she’d ever known. “Don’t make me say the words.”

He lifted his hand away from her and met her gaze square on. “Why not?”

She had to suck in air before she could speak. “It gives you all the power.”

“No, it does not. Whatever you ask for, I will give. That puts the power directly in your corner.”

“You won’t make me beg?”

A feral grin slashed across his gorgeous face. “Only if you want me to.”

And he was just the man that could make her want such a thing.

“How could you possibly know I want you to?” Even Angelo was no mind reader.

“You won’t ask directly for something. You’ll say words like more and please and make me guess what more it is you want.” His voice was every bit as devastating as his touch—so rich and smooth and full of erotic promise.

“So, anything I ask for you will give me?”

“Anything.”

Baron had never given her that kind of power in bed. She couldn’t think of any other man who would. It took a tremendous amount of confidence and consideration to make the offer.

“Even if I ask you to stop?” she pressed.

“Especially if you ask me to stop.”

He really was putting the control in her hands. No man had ever done such a thing. He might seduce her body, but he wanted her to give permission with her mind before he did it. It was such a tantalizing concept, she shuddered in renewed need.

“I want you to touch my nipples.” Heat that had nothing to do with sexual arousal flooded her cheeks, but excitement at saying the words out loud also coursed through her body.

“Your wish is my command.” He rotated his fingertip on the very tip of her hardened peak.

Excitement crashed over her in wave after wave of incredible pleasure, but it still wasn’t enough.

“Harder, please.” Then remembering what he’d said, she husked, “Pinch it.”

He did, gently and then more firmly and she couldn’t help the soft animalistic sounds rasping out between her parted lips. He tortured her with soft then firm touches until the sensitive flesh throbbed with aching intensity and her breath was coming out in hitched little gasps. Then he moved to her other breast and did the same thing while her head thrashed back and forth on the plush carpet.

“You look like a sensual fantasy in the firelight.”

The words shocked her, so lost was she to her feelings. “I feel like a woman on the verge of ecstasy,” she breathed out.

His hand moved to the remaining buttons on her dress and started undoing them with the same enticing kisses between each button until her lace panties were revealed. He stopped then and brushed across the front of the lace and she jumped from the sensation.

He smiled. “Nice. They match your bra.”

“Yes.” Was that her voice—so husky it was practically a whisper?

He finished unbuttoning the dress, baring her completely to him but for the scrap of lace covering the heart of her.

Her legs parted of their own volition from the heat of his gaze.

He took the silent invitation with a speed that made her cry out as his fingers slid between the lace and her skin to dip into the warmth of her feminine center. His mouth moved down her body until it closed over one distended nipple and this time her cry was so harsh it made her throat ache.