Page 58 of Her Dark Promise

Tied up.

My blade against his thigh.

My hand wrapped around his cock.

The thoughts ran rampant through my mind as I could feel my orgasm fast approaching while listening to my favorite sound. Flesh against flesh.

I was right. Having an audience was even better than not.

In a moment I was being flipped around, back hitting the table, my feet being lifted until my legs rested on Callum’s shoulders, and before I was about to protest, he moaned, “Fuck. You feel so fucking good.”

My orgasm shot through me, and I screamed out Callum’s name as he continued to pound into me relentlessly, his arms securely wrapped around my knees, holding me to him, as the orgasm waned, finding his own moment after mine. He leaned his head on the side of my foot, still resting on his shoulder as he caught his breath, slowly pumping in and out. He pulled out of me after a moment and readjusted himself until his clothes were back on his body. My legs were weak, and I was still trying to catch my breath, confused about what had gotten into Callum when my entire body shuddered. I looked down and found Callum’s face between my legs, licking me clean.

“Enough.” I sat up as he got off the table to lean against it, his own legs shaking slightly.

I smirked in Bastian’s direction as Callum’s cum dripped down my legs and asked, “Did you like the show?”

I still had him restrained, while he moved his eyes down my body and to the mess that Callum and I had made of the dining table. Heat rushed his features and I knew without having to look that his cock was so stiff that it was painful.

But his only response was, “You expect me to eat my food on this table after that pathetic display?”

I laughed as I put on my dress that was haphazardly tossed on the ground. That mouth of his would only continue to get him into more trouble, but I was ready to deliver the pain he obviously desired.

Callum stood straight at that, leaned forward, grabbing Bastian by the collar of his shirt. “I warned younotto speak to her that way!”

He brought his fist back.

“Stop!” My voice rang through the room. I could see Callum’s hand wavering, still not letting go of his shirt. “Callum, I gave you an order. Let go of him.”

He turned to me and asked, “What is wrong with you?”

“What?”

He paused for a moment, gathering his courage.

“Ever since these parasites came, it has been nothing but chaos, yet you do not kill them. Emilia is in ruins because of their mere presence here.”

I squeezed my eyes shut. “They’ve done nothing to deserve death.”

But his comment on Emilia wasn’t lost on me, and the guilt that I had been trying to suppress all day began to spread throughout my body. I should have gone to her sooner.

I always knew you were such a coward, Circe teased.

“I saw what happened when you came in from the hunt yesterday. You kill them and everything goes back to the way it was.”

“Like it or not, this is our new life.”

He squeezed his eyes shut and gathered himself before speaking in a softer tone. “Please… I know you are growing fond of them, or rather, you are having fun, but you can’t allow them to live and leave Emilia to her madness.”

“Enough.” My voice was barely above a whisper. Anger radiated from my body. I opened my eyes and knew that they were a stark violet as mist swirled around me. Callum effectively stopped talking and bent his head, shaking. I grabbed the plate that Bastian had brought in from the kitchen and threw it whizzing past Callum’s head.

My my… Look at that temper…

“Shut up, Circe!” I waved my hand in the direction of Soren’s chair, removing the top part of it, and splintering it into thousands of pieces.

I had finally caught my breath when I saw that tiny pieces were in Callum’s hair, and some had cut into Bastian’s face and arms as he got hit with the brunt of the force.

I bit into my hand hard enough to draw blood and shoved my palm against his mouth as he gagged, trying his best to not swallow it. Once he had swallowed just enough, I stormed out of the room and found Soren sitting on the ground with an empty platter at his side, head resting on his elbow, bored.

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