Page 54 of Bound in Vengeance
I jolt, gripping the skirt of the dress as I look at him through the mirror. He closes the distance between us, standing directly behind me. His large hands rest on my satin-covered hips, his eyes locking onto my reflection.
"What are you thinking about, Sienna?" he asks, entirely too observant.
I look down at his hands on my hips, a bitter, honest laugh escaping my lips. "I’m thinking about how I almost wore a dress just like this once before. I almost married another man, and the wedding never happened."
The air in the room instantly turns icy. Through the reflection, I see his jaw tighten, his dark eyes darkening into a dangerous, storm-like black.
"Domenico, isn't it?" he rumbles, his voice dripping with venom.
Before I can even blink, he grips my waist and violently spins me around, pinning my back against the wall of the changing room. The heavy satin of the skirt rustles loudly between us.
He leans his massive frame into me, his chest pressing hard against mine as he stares down at me. The sheer force of his annoyance and possessiveness rolls off him in suffocating waves, his grip on my jaw tightening slightly.
But instead of shrinking back from his terrifying anger, I look straight up into his eyes.
"I cared for Domenico, Alessandro," I admit, my voice steady, surprising myself with my honesty. "But if I'm being completely truthful... part of me wanted that wedding to happen because I wanted to escape the life my father had chosen for me. More than anything else, I just wanted a way out of Massimo's house."
His suffocating hold lightens almost instantly. The murderous edge in his eyes recedes. He drops his mouth to my ear, his stubble grazing my skin as his breath scalds my neck.
“Don’t test me like that, Sienna,” he warns, his voice low. “I am not a generous man. I don’t share. What's mine is mine. Not even a dead man gets a piece of your thoughts.”
“Get off me,” I breathe, my hands pressing against his broad shoulders, though the fight has completely drained from my voice.
Instead of pushing harder, his touch turns surprisingly gentle. His large hands slide from my jaw down to the sides of my neck, his thumbs soothing over my pulse point, catching me completely off guard. “Don’t worry, Sienna. In two days, you’ll leave Massimo’s house for good. He will never lay a hand on you again. I tolerate a lot of things, but I don't tolerate anyone hurting what belongs to me.”
We stare at each other in the heavy, loaded silence of the changing room. The sheer intensity of his promise, mixed with the residual adrenaline from the elevator and the crushing weight of the satin gown, snaps the final string of my control. Before either of us can think, our lips crash against each other in a bruising kiss.
Alessandro groans deeply, pinning me harder against the wall as he devours my mouth. He breaks the kiss for a fraction of a second, his chest heaving as he stares down at me, his eyes completely wild with an unholy lust.
“Fuck, Sienna,” he growls, his hands violently gripping my waist. “I want you so bad. You drive me fucking mad. I want to bury my cock inside you and fuck you right against this wall.”
I meet his fierce, burning gaze dead-on, my own breathing ragged as the final walls of my resistance crumble.
“Do it,” I whisper.
He blinks, momentarily stunned by my compliance.
“What’s the point?” I challenge, a breathless, defiant tilt touching my lips. “We’re getting married in two days anyway.”
He doesn’t hesitate for another second. The challenge is all the invitation he needs.
His large hands bunch up the heavy, expensive satin train of the wedding gown, lifting the fabric out of the way. He reaches beneath the layers, his fingers hooking into the silk of my panties and violently yanking them to the side, exposing my pulsing heat to the cool air of the room. At the same time, his other hand fumbles with the zipper of his trousers, freeing his thick, rigid length.
As he prepares to take me, he leans down and bites the sensitive junction where my neck meets my shoulder, marking me through the lace.
“I’ll make love to you some other time, Sienna,” he pants against my skin, his voice thick, rough. “But not today. Not right now. Right now, I want to fucking use you. I want to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to think of another man’s name while you’re standing in a wedding dress for me.”
“Alessandro—” I moan, my fingers digging desperately into his shoulders for balance.
But the moan instantly turns into a sharp, breathless whimper as he rears back and pounds completely into me in one deep, merciless stroke.
The sudden, thick fullness of him stretches me to the absolute limit. I arch my back against the hard wall, my eyes flying wide as a mixture of intense friction and pure shock rocks through my core.
He doesn't give me even a second to adjust to the bruising depth. He grips my hips with hands of absolute steel, pinning me securely in place, and begins to draw back before slamming into me again.
The pace he sets is brutal. The heavy satin of the wedding gown rustles violently with every hard thrust, the pristine white fabric bunched up around my waist as he ruins me inside the luxury changing room.
"Fucking beautiful," Alessandro rumbles, his voice rough and breathless against my ear as he pounds into me mercilessly. "Look at you. Stuffed in a wedding dress, taking my cock like a good girl. You’re mine, Sienna. Every single inch of you."
