Page 17 of Sinister Promise

I craved her fear.

Her desperation.

Her surrender.

My fingers grasped her chin, tilting her face upward.

I wanted her to witness this, to understand her choices—a body bag, or my mercy.

“That’s not begging. I want to hear you beg me.” A command, not a request.

"Please, I'll do anything."

"What could you possibly offer that I would want?" I ruthlessly taunted, drawing out the delicious suspense as I held her fate in the palm of my hand.

Her porcelain cheeks practically glowed in the moonlit room.

I imagined smearing lipstick across that angelic face.

Her expression shifted—a tiny flicker of something beyond terror. Recognition, perhaps, that this moment was inevitable from our first meeting.

Some women sensed their fate before they understood it.

Someone so pure needed to be ruined.

I would be that ruin.

"What value do you have that I can't find elsewhere?"

"I—I'll work for free." Her eyes darted across my face, searching for salvation.

I laughed, cold and harsh. "Try harder."

"I—please, I'll do anything. Please. I didn't mean to see anything. It was an accident. I was just trying to do my job. It all happened so fast, I'm not even sure what I saw. I'm so sorry."

"How sorry are you?" I asked as I unfastened my belt with a quiet click.

She broke completely—gasping, sobbing, shaking so violently she barely remained upright.

Yet in that moment of complete terror, there was the slightest dilation of her pupils that had nothing to do with the dim lighting.

Even her body betrayed her.

My cock had ached since our eyes met earlier.

After feeling those lips against mine, I would wait no longer.

I needed to discover what else her mouth could do.

Her fate had been sealed the moment she fled from me.

Nothing stirred my blood more than pursuit.

No, that wasn't true.

This—the moment fear transformed into submission.

When natural instinct overrode resistance and she became my good girl, proving her obedience.

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