Page 22 of Her Dark Promise

His hands were dirty from digging her grave, and smudges of dirt peppered his face. He was so handsome, and I wanted to fuck him more now that he was a little dirty. There wassomething sexy about a man having just worked outside that caused my insides to stir.

I sauntered back down the stairs to him, brought my hands up, ran them slowly up his stomach, and stopped at his neck. I leaned forward and ran my tongue up the side of his now exposed neck. I could feel the shiver that ran through his body as his breathing increased. “Am I kind when I open my legs for you?”

“Uh—” His neck had started to turn red.

“Was I kind that one day where I bent you over the dining room table and fucked you with my shadows until you were begging me for release? Edging you until there were tears streaming down your face.”

He gulped, and I could feel his cock growing by the second. I didn’t think I would be able to last for much longer, even my own words were making me wet.

“In this world, we do not have the luxury of beingkind. Mariam was kind and look where it got her.” I paused for a moment and saw that he knew I was right, but I was done talking. “You're the next item on my list for the day, Callum. So, should I edge you again or bend you over this railing and fuck you? Or both?”

He nodded enthusiastically, ready for whatever I had planned.

“Unfortunately for you, I am rather impatient today.” I let go of his neck and pushed him hard against the railing, not waiting until we got to my chambers. I pushed him down onto the steps and climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. “And angry.”

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I bunched up my dress as Callum undid his trousers and lined up his cock at my entrance. His cock stretched me, and the feel of him was nothing less than intoxicating. I moved my hips back and forth, and quickly found my release.

I slid off of him, but before I could completely turn away, I could see the confused look on his face. He had yet to find his release.

I turned away fully and walked back up the stairs, calling over my shoulder, “How’s that for kindness, Callum?”

Fuck Callum.Check.

The rest of the day was spent following my damned routine, but it wasn’t as productive as I wanted. Emilia and I had worked in silence again as I couldn’t think straight. She did her best to keep her distance, but it was obvious that I was not going to be the best of company this afternoon.

I stopped what I was doing and glanced in Emilia’s direction as I recalled a memory many years ago.

“You have to kill it,” I told her, watching her hold the rabbit in her small arms. She’d been with me for months and still couldn’t manage to properly hunt. I knew I could do it on my own, shield her from it, but when she decided to leave here, what would she do to feed herself? I had to teach her something. I had to teach her how to survive.

“Emilia,” I said, growing impatient.

She held the rabbit tightly, and it seemed to nuzzle in her arms, making my job all the more difficult.

“It will make a good dinner,” I said. “We put it in a stew, and we’ll be able to eat for days. Don’t you understand? This is how you survive. You kill it and eat it.”

“I’ve named it,” she whispered. “You can’t expect to kill something I’ve named.”

“You just found it. How have you already named it?”

“His name is Chip,” she said, using her fingers to lightly play with its feet. It sat still, calm.

“That’s a silly name.”

“He’ll hear you,” she shushed me.

A smile was creeping up, almost daring to break my carefully placed mask. But this was no laughing matter. “You already have the cow—don’t think I don’t know about the cats you hide under the bed.”

She gasped, eyeing me seriously. “There’s only two.”

“Three,” I corrected. “Do not lie to me.”

“Please,” she begged. “Don’t make me kill it.”

“How will you eat on your own?”

She lifted the fat rabbit up, looking into its dark eyes. “I will survive on berries.”

“You will die, then.”

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