My scars burn and muscles ache, but I accept the pain and stalk from the cathedral with Valentina over my shoulder.
She performed so well.A spot of wetness clings to my leg from my leaking tip and my balls throb in pain.
This is only the beginning of my revenge.
The Denaro family, both father and daughter, owe me a debt they can never repay.Nothing will stop me from ruining Valentina.Not her perfect body, sweet voice, or wide, vulnerable eyes, and certainly not the emotions they evoke in me.
I stomp down the stairs, jostling her on purpose to enjoy her squeak of alarm, and cross the sidewalk.The line of black SUVs waiting to ferry us away gleam in the evening sun.
I yank open the back door of the vehicle I parked not long ago and deposit my bride inside.Her flush and heaving breasts threaten my control.I buckle her in, snatch the knife from her skirt, and slam the door.
Noah drops into the driver’s seat as I stride around the liftgate and slide into the seat behind him.
Valentina keeps her face pointed out her window.With the memory of her orgasming fresh in my mind, my cock remains painfully hard.
Our first fuck will not be in the backseat of a vehicle no matter how tempting her curves may be.The things I want to do to her require more space.More leverage.More privacy.
I already shared an orgasm with every man in the cathedral.Even though she was fully clothed and clinging to my arm, possessive fury roars through me.It was my fault—I could have stopped her at any time—but I sought to humiliate father, daughter, and betrothed with her wanton behavior.
I didn’t expect the beast within me to turn feral with jealousy.
Valentina’s destruction will only happen behind closed doors from now on.Anyone who dares touch her will suffer a worse fate than the man who stabbed me in the back and left me for dead.
Noah pulls the SUV up to the curb and hits the unlock button.I rise from the backseat and stalk around the back bumper.
Valentina opens her door and swings her legs out as though she intends to stand.I growl, lift her to my chest in a cradle hold, kick the door shut, and turn toward the townhouse.
She avoids my eyes as I carry her up the front steps, unlock the door, and step over the threshold to her new hell on earth.
If she knew the debauched things I want to do to her, would she come so willingly?
When I shove the door closed with my heel and prowl through the living room without setting her down, her grip on my nape tightens and tension coils through her.
I take the stairs with menacing confidence and turn down the hall to the bedroom.The moment my foot crosses the threshold and she realizes my intention, her entire body stiffens.
“Mario, wait, I—”
I toss her on the bed and let her bounce against the mattress in a cloud of white fabric before covering her with my body.
“Doesmia paperottaneed more playtime even after she came in front of her daddy and her ex-fiancé?”I snarl.
She shakes her head and pushes against my shoulders, but I unsheathe her father’s blade and press the tip between her breasts.Horror shines from her eyes, but she doesn’t submit.
“Too bad, because I don’t.I’ve waited long enough,” I snarl.
Half defiance, half fight response, she wriggles and pushes harder against my chest.
I slit the neckline of her dress, careful not to nick her creamy flesh, and toss the knife onto the floor before ripping her bodice from top to navel.
Her breasts need help escaping the torn fabric, so I reach inside and groan at the silky softness.She gasps and shakes her head, but her nipples harden against my palms.I knead and pluck, enjoying her jerking and writhing as I free them from her dress.Pillowed around the fabric, her luscious mounds beg for teeth and tongue, so I gather her wrists into one hand and pin them to the mattress above her head before feasting.
She’s so responsive.So needy.So perfect.
Too perfect.
I reach into my pocket, retrieve the vibrator remote, and shift my eyes up to hers with my lips hovering over her left nipple.
“No.Please, I—”
