His Promised Chaste Bride

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tangle in his hair, and I pu

g down my body, leaving a burning path of

rm tongue follows the sticky trail, licking, teasing, making me shive

ve him more access. His lips hover at my entrance, teas

breath coming in ragged gasps

s. Just enough to

y body burning with need. No man

him. This sexy stranger has haun

I don't want to. I just want

t as I think I might explode, he pulls away, his lips capturing mine in

zing with just the right amount of pre

de me," I plead, my body

ady," he murmurs. "I want you to beg for it.

don't. The word tumbles from

eas

s I reach for him; my hand trails down his ches

im against my clit, teasing u

e is rough, his breath uneven as he p

ng with onyx unreadable eyes. I feel

sper. "No o

o my hands and knees, gripping my waist as he thrusts i

to the ecstasy, a sudden shock of

ng. My heart pounds

s a d

t dream abou

e water dripping down my face. Then, I look up

face, my body still thrumm

th every fiber

he has failed to give my

wn, don't you?" Her voice drips with venom as sh

Do you realize you've made everyone in the villa know w

ds as she adv

n explain.

iancé will still want you once he realizes you're not pure? Tha

rows at me whenever I feel suffocated and leave the

il

's nothing

and grip it tightly, forcing me to loo

Marcos, you still haven't learned your lesson? Do

lap, but I didn't give

our marriage to Vincenzo. Do you honestly thin

my cheek to stop myself from speaking.

e, and even that's not enough-you get fucked in

n ever since I retur

up again, forcing me to meet her cold gaze. The sheer

wear I'll have men deal with you in ways that w

the threat before she grabs a

uld feel Pain a

ight back. I know

I do

se, resistance only

incenzo will find out you're not pure. And you know what t

chest. My worst fear is

ed, "you could feel the cruelty in her voice. "Let

sharp pain, but the t

hair harder and forcing my head back. "And don't you dare come bac

ng to make her let go of my hair because

f the strands of my hair that cling

are at me, her hatred searing through me like fire. I don't m

t feels like an et

buckle. I grip the wall, gasping, m

g to keep me grounded. B

e no

ushes through the

mother w

. A heart-wrenching sob rips from

ife