Page 103 of Her Dark Promise

The shadows lingered for a moment, to see if he was bluffing, but he wasn’t. That look in his eyes told me that if I used it, for whatever purpose, then he would stop, no matter how much we both wanted this. I let the magic dampen and fully extinguish as I glared at him.

He said mockingly, “Must you constantly glare at me?”

I stared into his eyes and could see that mine were still glowing purple. Maybe it hadn’t been fully extinguished, though I had never seen them look like this without the shadows that followed. Yet, he didn’t shy away.

“Now what?”

“Now, you will suck my cock, like the good slut you are.”

“I will not get on my knees for you.”

“Who said you had to get on your knees?”

He unbuckled his trousers and lowered them, revealing a thick cock that was waiting to devour me. He fisted it in his hand, staring at me the entire time while stroking it. I was still resting my forearms on the table as he climbed on top of it, pushing me down once again. He lifted his leg and swung it over me, straddling my chest. His hardened length rested between my breasts.

My eyes became hooded. I should not have found this as hot as I did and he fucking knew it.

“That’s a good girl. Look at you. Needy for my cock, aren’t you?”

I swallowed and knew that he caught that movement, as well. He was more astute than I had previously realized. He grabbed my chin with his thumb and forefinger, opening my mouth as far as it could go. He grabbed his length and brought it to my lips. I couldn’t help but flick my tongue against the bottom of him.

He hissed, “I am warning you, I am not gentle. I will not make love to you like your precious, little bird. I will fuck you. Hard. So fucking hard that you’ll regret ever keeping me.”

Before I could answer, he turned so that he was squatting over me, tipping my head back and shoving his cock down my throat. I gasped at the force behind what he was doing to me. Never in my life had I been in this position, completely helpless to the assault against my throat. I tried to move my hands up, to grab something to hang onto, but he held down both my hands. I almost used my magic and then remembered his warning.

I was completely at his mercy. And…it wasliberating.

He pounded into me and then only as I choked from lack of oxygen did he give me a reprieve. Then he shoved his cock back in before I had barely taken a full breath. On and on we went like this. Pressure built within me again, and I tried to move my hand toward my pussy to do something to help the ache. Though he just clamped down harder on my wrists. It was unbearable, borderline painful.

I thought that I would have to stop him, use my magic because I couldn’t take much more, before I felt his mouth on my cunt, licking so fast that I was shaking from the rush. From everything. And just as I was about to release, he stopped and pulled his cock out of my mouth, sitting up. No longer touching me.

“What. The.Fuck.”

One moment I was turning toward him to give him a piece of my mind and the next I was on the ground with him leaning over me. He grabbed my shoulders hard and thrust into me, nowarning. The scream that came from my mouth was a noise that I hadn’t made before. It was pain and pleasure and surprise and everything in between. I could almost cry out from the pain as he was so thick and gave me no time to get used to him. I couldn’t even move to help with the pace as he held me in place by my shoulders and rammed into me.

“Fuck.Fuck. Look at you taking my cock like a good girl.”

I couldn’t form one coherent thought as I was soaring higher and higher. Doing my best not to react, giving him time to pull out of me. I held my breath as I was almost there, my fingers reached up and closed around his bulky arms. I leaned forward and bit into his shoulder and he roared at the pain. Loving it.

His breathing turned ragged, the movements jerky, and I knew he was close. I smiled as I felt a wave wash over me, finally. He ground his teeth as a scream tore through him and his movement stilled.

His arms were shaking, as were my legs. I didn’t think my legs could work well after what just happened, so I was grateful when he pulled out and laid down next to me.

We laid there, on the ground, panting and attempting to catch our breaths, when I remembered the challenge. The challenge was that the other would beg if they wanted to fuck. We whispered at the same time.

“I won.”

We took a moment to catch our breaths, coming down from the high of a thorough fucking. It felt liberating, but I couldn’t push past a small feeling of doubt. That he didn’t want this and was just placating me. I couldn’t handle where my thoughts were heading.

“I loathe you.”

I turned to look at him as he continued staring at the ceiling. “I know you hate me. I know you want nothing more than to kill me.” I took a deep breath. “But I also know there is a part ofyou that wants nothing more than to let go. A part of you that wants the depravity and fun that comes along with being with a creature as wicked as myself.”

I could see him knit his brows together, working through it in his mind. Part of me was fearful of his response because it would change nothing…or it could change everything.

He finally looked at me. “I loathe you,” he repeated. I looked away from him. I felt crushed, I wouldn’t let him see me affected by his words and was about to get up before he continued, “But…you may be right.”

I whipped my head back to him, not sure if I heard him correctly. This was the first time he had admitted to having any feelings for me other than hatred.

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