Page 49 of Cruel Promise


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And mine, no doubt about it.

I smile broadly, proud of myself and my prowess. I’m not ashamed. Not one bit. Why should I be?

“If it isn’t my older brother. One of them anyway,” Niko laughs, making no attempt to tuck himself back in his pants.

He takes my good hand and helps me back to my feet. I wobble for a moment as the circulation returns to my legs and reach for a clean towel for him. Then I remember there are none, thanks to my injured hand.

Oh well.

Kir approaches us and slaps Niko on the back and rubs a smudge of something off my face. “God, you two are cute together,” he says.

My heart thumps. He’s just kidding, of course, but what if wewere‘together?’ What if I were with any of these guys? They’re so good-looking, with power and confidence to spare oozing from every pore. They’re soulless men who make decisions that leave people devastated, but if I were with them, any of them, they’d protect me from the world’s evils. I’d never have to be afraid again.

They would help me. And I would help them back.

Wouldn’t someone like me—pleasant, thoughtful, morally upright—bring the perfect balance to their lives?

Good god. How I’ve gone off the deep end.

“Hi Kir,” I say, tilting my head flirtatiously. Might as well give it a shot. “We were just—”

He cuts me off. “Darlin’, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. But you have given me an idea.”

Oh god.

“What would you say, beautiful, to coming over here to the bed with me?”

He runs his fingers through what are now tangles in my hair, and while it pulls, it also feels good. Heavenly, even.

“C’mon, baby,” he says with a crook of his finger.

I follow him like my legs have a mind of their own. Any doubts I have fly out the window as I put one foot in front of the other like some sort of horny, mindless robot. I need to make him feel good just like I did Niko. I need to make him need me, too.

He loosens his tie and the tickle in my core intensifies. “Lie down, beautiful. And watch out for that hand. No more injuries for one day, okay?”

Hand? I forgot about my hand. I certainly forgot about my circumstances, that they aren’t looking too bright. And if I can float in that timeless, blissful state of no pain or worries for a little longer, then I’m in.

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CHAPTERFORTY-ONE

Niko

As soon as Kir shimmies Charleigh’s sweatpants down her hips and a I get a look at her beautiful, bare pussy, I am hard again so fast it hurts.

It’s a good hurt. The kind of hurt I like. And want more of.

I just exploded down this woman’s throat and now I’m hard again, like a goddamned horny teenage boy.

What this woman does to me. Her quiet dignity and the red-hot passion lurking just below the surface of her propriety is the stuff of dreams.

Mine, anyway.

Sure, some guys like the kind of women who wouldn’t know subtlety if it smacked them in the face. Not me. Understated women are something special. They are mysterious. They hold surprises. They don’t tell you everything the first time you meet them. You’ve got to work for it.

I stand back and spot Kir’s jacket and tie on the floor in the same pile where the rest of Charleigh’s clothes are. He’s running kisses up the inside of one thigh and down the other, leaving her writhing like she’s possessed by the devil. Her slight smile is sweet and delicious and for a dangerous moment I imagine she’s mine. As if she were here at the club as a permanent fixture. One where she was at my side. All the time.

Not being used to pay off her father’s debts.

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