Page 19 of Sinister Promise

I should've ordered her to put her hands behind her back, forcing her to arch upward to reveal those perky breasts beneath the thin fabric of her T-shirt.

But I wanted her touch—wanted her unable to escape this moment.

There would be no retreat into her mind while I held her captive.

The second she let go of my cock, it fell forward, smacking her in the face.

She winced, but fuck if I didn't like the feeling of her warm skin.

Keeping one hand in her hair, I moved the other one to the base of my cock, then painted her full lips with my pre-cum.

She said nothing, keeping her lips closed as she looked up at me with fear and a little defiance sparking in the depths of her cognac-brown eyes.

I caught sight of a small photo frame that must have fallen from the desk during her earlier struggle to hide. A family portrait, strangers smiling at a beach. How ordinary their lives must be, how safe and predictable.

Nothing like what Alina's life would become now.

"Open your mouth and suck my cock as if your life depends on it. Because it does."

She closed her eyes for just a second, drawing in a deep shuddering breath through her nose before her lips parted and her pink tongue darted out to taste the tip.

"Keep those pretty eyes open and on me, babygirl.” I needed to see her face, to watch that exact moment when the fight drained from her eyes and surrender took over.

Her gaze locked with mine as she opened her mouth.

I kept my grip on her hair tight, thrusting straight to the back of her throat.

She gagged and sputtered, eyes watering, resisting every second.

The way her throat constricted around me nearly finished me right then.

I pulled back, releasing her hair and letting her drop to her hands and knees, coughing and gasping for air while I regained control.

I would have come down her throat, but not this quickly.

"You've never done this before, have you?" I asked, observing how she struggled to recover.

She shook her head, gasping for breath.

"Words, Alina. Always words."

"No," she managed between coughs. "Not like this."

Something possessive and primitive surged through me.

Her inexperience made this capture all the sweeter.

I gave her only a moment before tangling my fingers back in her hair and dragging her up.

Even with tears staining her cheeks, bloodshot eyes, and bruised lips all swollen and glistening, she was beautiful.

A woman created to be claimed and possessed... not by anyone else, but by me alone.

Crafted specially for me to control.

What man would ignore such a gift?

With one forceful thrust, I pushed between her lips all the way to the back of her throat, not stopping until her nose pressed against my stomach. I angled her face to keep those beautiful brown eyes in view as they begged for mercy she'd never receive.

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