Cruel Vows

The light brush of his finger moving up my thigh makes me shudder. “I bet you’re dripping wet.”

I shake my head.

“Then why were you touching yourself?” He yanks my skirt up to my hips and cups my pussy in the palm of his hand, grunting when he feels just how wet I am. “By the time we’re married, you’ll be begging to ride my cock.” His lips move to my earlobe and he bites, making me gasp. “I guarantee it.”

“You are wrong.” There’s less conviction in my voice and it’s because he unraveled me entirely.

He searches my eyes, a half-smirk on his lips.

I hate that they draw my eyes as he moves closer, certain he’s going to kiss me again. Once he’s an inch away, he murmurs, “You don’t want your future family to know what a dirty cum slut you are, do you?” His finger flicks across my lips, wiping them clean.

I narrow my eyes. “You forced your dirty little cock into my mouth.”

“Little is rather inaccurate, don’t you think?”

“Arrogant asshole,” I mutter.

“Open your mouth,” he says, his tone deep and demanding.

“No.”

His grip on my chin tightens to painful. “Now.”

I grind my teeth before reluctantly opening my mouth. He slips the same finger he wiped my lips with into my mouth. “Suck it clean.”

I do as he says, but then bite down hard.

He growls and withdraws his fingers, glaring at me. “You’ll be punished for that later.”

A tremor travels from the top of my head right to the base of my feet as I remember the way he spanked me yesterday with his belt.

Massimo finally retreats, giving me space and holding his arm out for me to take. “We need to get back before people talk.”

The prospect of walking back into that room filled with Massimo’s family makes me sick. After what he just made me do, it’s hard to believe anyone doesn’t realize what we’ve been up to as he escorts me through the busy restaurant to the back.

A few of the family give us odd looks, but no one dares utter a word.

Massimo places a firm hand on his brother’s shoulder. “I need this seat, brother.”

Leo glares at him. “Find your own.”

He yanks him out of it. “Sit with our sister, brother. I won’t ask again.”

A crease forms between his brow before he sighs and grabs his drink, moving to the seat I’d been sitting in before.

A firm hand lands on my shoulder, forcing me roughly into the seat Leo just left. Massimo sinks into the one next to me, leaning toward me. “I want to keep you close,” he mutters, inching his hand up the skirt of my dress and dragging a finger through my soaking wet panties. “Where I can keep my hands on you at all times.”

“I’d rather sit next to your sister. She’s much better company.”

His nostrils flare, but he doesn’t say another word as the waiters arrive with the main course. Thankfully, he removes his hand from under my skirt, giving me a reprieve from his cruel torment.

All my focus remains on my food as I try to ignore the nagging need that still hasn’t been quenched. Surviving this dinner is going to be a challenge enough, let alone the rest of my life shackled to the man next to me.

Perhaps I can learn ways to make his life hell so that he’ll rethink his insane plan to marry me. They have not set a date, so there’s still time. I’ll be damned if I take this lying down without fighting as hard as I can for my freedom.