Page 31 of Dangerous Promises

I push her harder against the wall, slamming her head back again like I want it to crack. My hand tightens on her throat and I'm ready to squeeze harder, cut her off once and for all. I go to do so, but it's then I feel the knife pointed at my thigh and pause. It's right along the artery.

My eyes slowly shift down.

"You wanna do this here?" she says, glinting at me with anger. I slam my hand on the wall beside her, but hers doesn't move from its hostage position on my thigh.

"Not backing down?" I say, raising my brow.

"Never," she says, gritting her teeth as she nearly spits in my face.

My reflexes are sharp and fast as I grab her hand and squeeze. Her mouth opens in pain as I twist her wrist away from my thigh. Ensuring she has no hold over me. That she will never get the upper hand or best me.

I push her harder against the wall with my entire weight until our bodies are connected at every point they could be. "Don't ever think you have the upper hand against me," I whisper, running my lips over her ear.

She breathes heavily but she doesn't move. Not as I pull back. Not even as we make eye contact only a hair away from each other. I feel her breath on my lips and can see up closeevery minuscule movement of her emerald green eyes as they frantically flip between mine.

I grunt as I hit her hand against the wall, making her drop the knife. The sound of it clattering to the floor feels as loud as a gun going off. There's something so curious in the way her body tenses but doesn't move. The way she holds herself against me and doesn't break away from my stare. In something that feels like submission and yet somehow a challenge.

"Hmmm," I say, chuckling in her ear. "You like it. Don't you, princess? The violence?" She cringes away from me, cheeks pinking in shame but still her body curls into mine. She knows I'm right. And she seems to hate it.

Calm satisfaction washes over me like a wave. A relief from months of pain.

"You're the one that seems to like it," she says, croaking out the words.

"Violence turns me on," I say, a smile coming through my words as I roll my hips for emphasis. "And if I recall, you wanted it to hurt."

She gasps when I follow through, grabbing her hair and ripping it backward until her neck is exposed for me. I press my lips against her throat, and she pants as I scrape my teeth up and down the racing pulse.

I start slow, teasing her, like I'm not going to take this very far. But when she's lulled into a false sense of security, I bite down on her neck. Hard. My erection grows further, though I'm not ashamed of it. Nothing turns me on more than the thought of her blood beneath my hands.

My teeth eat at her skin, pulling taut and then snapping back with her neck still stuck between my teeth. I let go, and her skin slams back against her neck in a slap.

I mean it just to taunt her, but the moan that escapes her completely enthralls me. My cock grows harder in my pants,almost straining to burst out of them. Like my dick has a mind of its own and it's begging me to take her. Begging for her to reach out and touch me again.

I run my hand up her thigh, burying my head against her neck where a red welt begins to form. Her leg lifts of its own accord along with me, and my calloused hand caresses the bare skin of her thigh beneath her little skirt.

I run my tongue over the welt, half meaning to soothe her, half meaning to make it hurt a little more.

She gasps, reaching out and grabbing my hair to pull me away from her. She gets a tight grip on my slick black hair, tugging at me uncomfortably until we're back looking in each other's eyes.

"Don't," she warns, although there's something that begs me to do the opposite. I have her pressed up against the wall, our bodies connected. Her thigh is wrapped around my waist. My hand is inching up her skirt. I make no move to listen, so she tugs at my hair again until I bare my teeth. "I said don't."

"You want me to."

I rip my head out of her grasp and go back to her neck, sucking and biting aggressively at the skin, at the same time that I secure her leg around my hip and reach between her legs.

She bucks wildly against me as I push her panties aside, her moan is a breathy mew as I finally feel her flesh.

I am lost now. I am enveloped in a cloud of lust, passion and pleasure. I cannot see even two feet in front of me. All I feel is the desire to touch her, to make her melt underneath me, to fill her up.

I don't know who I am or where I am. But I do know I don't feel the harsh dragging of guilt. Only the warmth of want.

She's so wet.

Fuck.

I push my fingers inside of her in a single movement, pressing against her and moving my thumb over her clit. My cock feels like it's about to bust open my pants just for the chance to be close to this.

She throws her head back against the wall, moaning for me. With my other hand I lift her until she's halfway up the wall, her legs wrapped around me for support. Her chest heaves as she pushes her breasts towards me and I rip her shirt down with my teeth, taking her nipple in my mouth and circling around the hardened bud.