Page 62 of Dangerous Promises

I'm so wet it's embarrassing. I am drenching him.

"You feel so good," I moan in his ear, closing my eyes and trying to catch my breath.

"I can feel you," he says, his voice raw and almost painful as he cries out. "You're going to come, princess. Come for me. Come on my cock."

I widen my eyes because he's right. I'm so close. I can feel how close I am. Just one more thrust and-

I convulse, crying out as I come on his cock, my eyes widening on both the shock of it and the pleasure of it. He doesn't bother to slow down. Every thrust inside me draws out my orgasm as I squeeze my legs around his hips.

He grips the headboard for support. "Fuck," he says, losing control. "I'm gonna fucking come princess. I'm gonna come inside you."

My hands scrape down his back, grabbing him and pushing him inside me in support of every thrust. I moan loudly, forgetting myself, as I spur him on. "Do it. Come. Come inside me."

He makes the most incredible noise as his hand tightens on my hip. He pushes in hard, and I feel him spasm too just before he fills me up. He thrusts slowly but forcefully several times, going even deeper than before, as he empties himself inside me. We are both drenched, covered in sweat, and pressed together skin to skin.

His face drops down into the crook of my neck, eyes shut tightly. What the actual fuck just happened? I stare up at theceiling, still feeling him inside me and still feeling his breath on my neck.

My hands drop from him as his whole weight settles on me. I try to catch my breath, but instead I feel like I'm only going to panic.

Oh, fuck.

Again, what have I done?

Why do I keep doing this? Opening my legs for this man and letting him inside me? This was not the plan.

I hear his breathing slow, and he turns his head, looking into my eyes.

He licks his lips once. "Now say what I want you to say." His tattooed chest rises and falls rhythmically as he grips me in his stare. "Tell me I'm better than him."

My heart freezes over in shock, my stomach instantly going sick, and now the feel of our sweat doesn't feel sexy. Only sticky and wrong. Suffocating. And here I am trapped beneath him.

"What?"

He shifts slightly off me, looking me up and down, his nostrils flaring. "You know it in your heart, princess. I'm always better."

"No- I-"

His tongue comes out to poke at his canine, and whatever raw emotion was behind him before is gone now and replaced with the anger I know in him. His cock is still hard inside me. I'm filled with his cum and his bed is drenched with mine. The room starts to spin.

"Stop being scared," he commands, leaning closer to whisper in my ear. "Use his name. Use it to tell me how much more you want me. Use it to tell me how much you always wanted me instead."

Tears spring to my eyes. This is the winning card. This is the one thing that's going to break me and I know he's about to use it. He's been playing with me. He had the power all along.

My heart pounds, feeling like it's going to rip out and bleed me to death on the floor.

Turns out, he only needs words to kill me.

"Should I do it for you?" A sinister tone enters his voice, his eyes going dark and evil. The satisfaction in them doesn't speak to what we've just done, but to what he's about to do. And how he knows it is going to destroy me. "How does it feel to know the fingers you've been fucking are the same ones that pulled the trigger to kill yourNicholas?"

In my head, it is like a gunshot goes off.

That name, which I had refused to say slams back through me in a cold sweat.

I am assaulted by images of him. His smile. Us together. His warm hand enclosed over mine. Him stepping in front of me to protect me. His back as he walked away from me. The look in his eyes as he rejected me. The look in his eyes when he told me loved me. Then finally, I see his cold eyes, dead and open. His chest covered in blood, and his blank empty stare as he slipped away from the world.

And I feel it all.

Oh, God. No.