Page 29 of Devil’s Promise

I’ve been locked up as tight as a vault, my silence my only power.

And he just overrode my one defense.

CHAPTER NINE

Angel

I see the shock on her face and then watch as she tries to buck my weight off.

Like she could.

Instead, I put a hand on her belly, pushing up, to stare down at her.

Her pussy is all over my face, my cum on her tits and down her chest.

Her eyes are wide with shock as she draws in several shallow breaths, before her hand clamps over her mouth.

And that’s when it hits me. I heard her moan. I love the sound a woman makes when she cums, but it’s the first sound I’ve heard Promise make all day.

Did I break her with an orgasm? Fuck yeah, I did.

“Did you like that?” I ask, as I watch her. She stares at me looking shocked and appalled.

But my gaze goes down her body again. From those gorgeous tits to the way my dark, tattooed hand looks on her pale skin. My spread fingers cover her entire waist, and I dig the tips of my fingers in, loving the softness of her belly.

Her head shakes violently back and forth, her face draining of color.

“I wanted to hear you scream,” I tell her. “I’m glad it was the orgasm that did it.” I look at her as I pull her hand from her mouth. “Anything else you want to say to me?”

She shakes her head again.

“Too bad.” And then I climb off before I slide my arms under her, lifting her up.

She stiffens, her hands grasping my arms.

“Relax. We’re going to my room because I’ve decided that I like the way you smell way too much to leave you here while I go there, and this bed is too short for me.”

Her expression grows confused as she continues to stare.

I’d explain, but fuck if I know. I don’t usually sleep with women. I fuck them. I don’t snuggle them.

But this is the second time I’ve contemplated sleeping with her against my body.

I’m feeling particularly possessive where she is concerned. Like I said, I like the way she smells, and also…I want to sleep without fear of her trying to escape.

Not that she’s tried but…

I just pushed some button, making her orgasm, I know I did. I like it, but it doesn’t mean she’s suddenly going to be devoted.

I look down at her shaved little pussy, looking all sweet and innocent with her legs closed.

My cock starts to stiffen again. I still want to cum on every inch of her, and that first orgasm has only intensified my need.

She shivers, curling into me, even as I carry her into my room. Throwing back the covers, I lay her on the mattress and climb in next to her. Turning her on her side, I curl my body around hers.

I’m still debating a second round of cumming, maybe over the perfect globes of her ass. Then she looks back at me, lifting her hands. She puts a finger to her palm, like she’s writing.

“My phone is in the other room,” I grunt, wrapping my hand around her waist.