Page 27 of Devil’s Promise

Angel reads it, one corner of his mouth quirking up. “How did you know he’s selling it?”

I take the phone back, typing again.

He sells everything. I just didn’t think this would be the angle he’d take.

Angel reads the words, staring at his phone for several seconds. “What did you think he was selling?”

I nip at my lip considering those words. I’m not sure how much I should say. The truth is, I understand a great deal more than anyone gives me credit for. But will Angel appreciate my knowledge? My father didn’t. If he realized how much I’ve gleaned, I’d be dead.

I take his phone back:

I thought he was getting rid of me to strengthen his campaign.

“He’s definitely doing that,” Angel says as he scrubs a hand over his jaw. “I need a few solid hours of sleep, and I need to look like a happy groom tomorrow.”

I nod. I don’t care about playing my father’s game, no one made me a deal. Except one, I guess. I do what they say so they don’t hurt me.

Angel shrugs off his jacket, tossing it on the chair in the corner. My eyes go wide.

“Take off your dress.”

He did make me show him my shaved bits today. But he also said that he was dumping me in the guest room and going to bed. Why? I mouth.

“Because.” He kicks off his shoes and then pulls his T-shirt off, revealing a rippling chest that dances with tattoos. “I want to cum on your tits.”

I blink several times, my lips parting. He spins me around, jerking down the zipper of my dress. I’m not a whore.

He starts to push the fabric down my shoulders, but I clench the front to my chest, holding it up as I shake my head.

He stops pushing and I have a moment to wonder how violent this is going to get when I hear the zipper of his fly.

I spin back, still clutching my dress, as he shucks his pants down his powerful thighs, revealing his raging hard…penis.

My eyes go wide as my mouth forms an O.

I know he can do whatever he wants to me, overpower me at any moment. And I’d prefer to do this with as little violence as possible, but I can’t quite make my hands unclench.

He reaches between his legs and gives his junk a couple of quick tugs. It fills his large hand and I have to confess, it’s impressive.

The man is a god. I should be revolted but my mouth goes dry as I watch.

“Dress off,” he commands again and this time, I find my arms relaxing. It’s something in his tone. He doesn’t seem angry, only resolved.

He grunts his approval. “I’m just going to cum on your tits, but if you’re a good girl and get in that bed naked, I’ll make you cum too.”

I freeze again.

Did he just say that he’d make me cum? I don’t even make me cum. The pulse between my legs throbs at the invitation, like it’s been dying for this moment.

My arms relax a little more, the fabric falling to the top of my breasts.

He reaches out, giving another tug, pulling the wool down to my waist. “In. The. Bed.”

Angel still pumps his junk, even as he pulls again, the fabric clearing my hips and hitting the floor.

“Underwear off.” But he doesn’t hook them. Instead, he waits as I slowly comply, sliding them down my thighs until they drop to the floor.

His eyes go dark, the amber turning to molten gold, before he reaches out to touch me. He starts at my collarbone and slides his palm down, settling over my breast and then he squeezes.