Scarred Heart, Savage Vows.

The last echo of Isobel’s footsteps marked the end of her departure. The heavy door closing behind her signified solitude, but to Alessio, it meant more fuel to add to the fire within him. “You were f*****g him, weren’t you?” To anyone else, Alessio’s voice would whisper with uncontrolled rage. To Isobel, it was bones snapping whilst drowning in a river of molten lava – visceral agony, like extreme pain. His suit tailored to perfection, what remained of it made him look like the corpse of a once good fighter, noose loosely constricting around his neck. Her flaring nostrils only added to his imaginary furnace. Her breathing entwined with the staccato melodies of heels clicking along floors made of glass and ivory as her heart transported her all the way up the staircase. With patience, Isobel defied her instincts. “I didn’t–” “Don’t lie to me!” Alessio’s booming voice silenced every thought inside Isobel’s mind. Dancing bears in her long forgotten childhood fairytales came to life, back brace reducing to give way to a delicate dancing spine, flowing arms. “Late night vanishings, each of your secrets across the clock hand – you and Rafeal.” Her paradise turned into a nightmare, a harmony of cracking and releasing limbs merged with a droning sound of agonizing pleasure. “Your cousin was the one who sent me those messages and I ignored every damn one of them,” she said calmly. Love drove the mind crazy, worse than something extraordinary would sound like, her eyes trembled as if attempting to burst into tears. “Would you have believed me if I had told you?” The answer shook the atmosphere as Isobel snapped. Alessio came closer to her before she could blink. With one hand dug inside her hair, and the other held her wrist, dragging her down the stairs with cruel strength. Her breath banged against the wall, and his breath hit her cheek. He smelled like mint, whiskey, and fury. “You embarrassed me, Isobel. You humiliated me in front of my family, in front of my men.” “I was loyal to you!” she hissed, trying to pull her arm free. “I’ve always been loyal.” His gaze dropped down, over her heaving chest–the way her silk nightgown clung to her curves, the way her n*****s stiffened under the thin fabric. God!!!.....the contrast between hate and hunger twisted the air around them. “You’re mine,” he growled. “And you always f*****g will be.” And then his mouth crashed onto hers. It wasn’t just a kiss–it was war. His lips bruised, tongue invading, fingers sliding up beneath her gown and dragging it up to her hips. Isobel whimpered against him, fists pressing to his chest. Not in rejection, but in resistance–against how his touch still shattered her composure. “Don’t.” she gasped as he tore the silk fabric from her body. Her bare skin was exposed inch by inch, her n*****s pebbled and her breasts rose fast with each shaky breath. His hand cupped one breast roughly, while his fingers pinched her hardened n****e until she cried out. “You don’t get to say no tonight,” he growled, voice ragged with betrayal. “You let him see what’s mine, didn’t you? I should mark you–fuck you untill you remembers who owns you.” She slapped him. It cracked across the room like thunder. Her palms stung, but not as much as the ache in her chest. Alessio stood still. Something in his expression shattered—-giving way to something darker, more dangerous. Then he grabbed her. He spun her around, banging her hands against the wall above her head. Her nightgown slipped down her arms, pooling at her waist. Her bare ass pressed to his groin, and she felt the hard length of him behind her—hot, heavy, already pulsing with desire. “Let me go,” she rasped. “You don’t want me to.” He dragged her panties down, exposing the delicate folds of her soaked p***y. She gasped as the cold air kissed her dripping v****a. “You’re wet,” he muttered darkly. “So f*****g wet. For me. Even now.” His fingers slid between her thighs, parting her lips and stroking the slick entrance of her p***y. Isobel moaned before she could stop herself, cheek pressed to the wall, eyes squeezed shut. “You hate me,” he whispered against her ear. “But your body remembers.” He dipped two thick fingers inside her, curling them with brutal precision. “Say it,” he demanded. Her hips bucked involuntarily. “f**k… you…” He chuckled darkly and withdrew his fingers—only to replace them with the thick, unyielding head of his c**k. Without warning, he pushed in, inch by inch, until he was fully buried inside her slick p***y. Isobel screamed. Not from pain—but from the explosion of sensation. Her v****a stretched around him, clenching, pulsing. He didn’t give her time to adjust. Alessio began to thrust, punishing, deep strokes that made her toes curl and her breath catch. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into the curves of her ass, using her like a possession, like revenge. Wet slaps echoed through the hall. Each push drove her harder against the wall. Her breasts bounced freely, n*****s scraping the cold surface. Her inner walls clenched around him, milking his c**k as though her body couldn’t let him go. “Say you’re mine,” he snarled, one hand snaking around to stroke her c**t in vicious and wicked circles. Isobel sobbed, head dropping. “Never.” “Liar.” He f****d her harder. Their bodies collided together—rough, unrelenting. Her juices coated his c**k, soaking down her thighs. She could hear it, feel it, her orgasm building like a bomb. “Don’t—” she gasped. “c*m for me,” he growled. She shattered immediately. Her p***y convulsed around him, tight and pulsing. Her scream echoed like a ghost down the hall. Alessio groaned, buried to the grip, and exploded inside her with a hoarse snarl. Hot c*m flooded her, in a thick burst deep inside her womb. He kept thrusting through the climax, crushing against her as if he could mark her with his seed. When he finally pulled out, she collapsed against the wall, legs trembling. His c*m dripped from her swollen v****a, trailing down her thighs in thick streamlets. She turned slowly, hair wild, chest heaving, eyes burning. “That was the last time,” she said hoarsely. Alessio’s jaw flexed. “You keep saying that to yourself.” She dragged the shredded gown over her bruised breasts and stalked toward the door. He didn’t follow. And when she stepped into the rain outside, barefoot, broken, and bleeding between her thighs… she knew she’d never come back. But she was wrong. Because they'll collide together again, because a big secret will bring them together.