Page 100 of Her Dark Promise

“Enough. Leave him alone.”

“Let me ask you something instead. In your drunken stupor, you decided to break into my chambers and try to threaten me with a mortal blade. I suggest you go back to bed before you force me to punish you.”

“Shut up.”

“What? Are you afraid of your desires?”

He hesitated again, and I took the opportunity to my advantage, used some of my power to flip us, straddled him, and pinned his hands down.

“Get off of me.”

I looked down into his eyes, hooded and heavy with lust. He wanted me. No matter how much he tried to deny it, he wanted me.

“I don’t know how much longer we can keep up this charade of ours.”

Once I had him under me and sleep had officially faded away, I could finally get a good look at him. He was shirtless with just a pair of trousers on. His breath reeked of alcohol, but he looked as though he would be sober in an hour or so. As if he drank just enough to gain some liquid courage to attempt murder. I couldn’t help but stare at his rippling pectorals moving as he struggled to get out of my grasp.

I leaned down, unable to stop myself, and licked from his stomach up to his breast, lingering on one of his nipples, biting it roughly. He hissed, and I could tell that he was aroused by the bulge that began to form. I couldn’t help but grind on him.

With nothing but my thin silk chemise on, there wasn’t anything in the way of making both of our desires come to life. Something we could both pretend we didn’t want, but definitely did.

He caught me off guard as he flipped us back over, legs straddling my stomach once more. He flew his hand out until itwas securely wrapped around my throat. I waited, curious to see what he would do next as he dragged the blade down my body, goosebumps rising along my skin as his eyes stayed on mine. I held still and my breath grew more rapid as I thought that this wasfinallyhappening.

He lifted the knife and stabbed it into the pillow next to my head, close enough that I felt a little prick at my ear. He released my neck and ran his hand down my chest, gripped the edge of my nightgown, and ripped it open to free my breasts.

I could see his throat bob as he hungrily eyed my hardened nipples. Without wasting another moment, he bent down and took them between his teeth. I threw my head back at the sensation and arched my back into his chest.

He licked and nipped and when he felt satisfied, he moved on to the other. His hand slipped underneath my silk chemise and rubbed my clit in slow circles, just like that first time in the forest.

He sat back on his heels, bunched up the fabric, and pressed his thumb even further onto my clit. He used his other hand to release his throbbing cock and then rub himself up and down. He roved his eyes down to my pulsing pussy and spit on it. I curled my toes and squirmed beneath him, almost begging him to take me and put both of us out of our misery.

He leaned forward and slapped my pussy with his dick. “You want my cock, don’t you?”

I gasped. Words escaped me, and before I could try to find them, he slapped my pussy again.

“Be a good girl and use your words.”

I closed my eyes and lost myself to him, ready to let go and feel him entering me when I felt him rubbing his tip through our juices that had seeped out.

I waited and waited, but nothing. He had stilled, his tip at my entrance. If I moved even an inch down, he would be inside ofme. I looked down to find him staring at my pussy hungrily. He didn’t move. He seemed to be warring with himself.

I didn’t know what made me say it, other than almost being at my breaking point.

“Bastian…” He snapped his eyes to mine, having said his name for the first time. “Tell me to stop.”

“What?” The fog in his eyes seemed to be clearing. He was coming back to his senses and he tensed on top of me.

“If you don’t tell me to stop right now then I will fuck you, and I won’t care how you feel about it in the morning.”

“I—I—”

I knew with everything in me that he wanted this—wanted me—but he would hate himself. He truly believed that giving in to his desires made him less than.

I stilled. I didn’t want to take him like this. Not when he was half drunk and especially not when he wouldn't admit that he wanted this.

I pushed off of him and started walking to the bathroom as he called out, “What are you doing?”

“You hesitated.” I barely turned my head, not fully wanting to look at him. “Go to bed, hunter.”

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