Page 21 of Sinister Promise

Her struggle heightened every sensation.

With her hair wrapped in my fist, I pinned her against the wall, driving down her throat repeatedly.

No escape route existed, and she knew it.

When her resistance ceased, I withdrew enough for one deep breath before claiming her pretty face again.

I imagined her other hidden treasures must be equally perfect.

Pleasure surged through me as that familiar tension built at the base of my spine and crawled toward my balls.

Should I finish down her throat? Or pull back across her tongue, making her display my seed before swallowing every drop? Perhaps paint her face across her cheeks and lips, marking her as mine?

No, that would come later.

When I marked her face, I would also cover her breasts, her stomach, all the way down her used body.

Time enough for that later.

This time, she would swallow everything.

"That's right," I said through clenched teeth. "Take it all."

Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me as I stared into those dark, golden-brown depths, witnessing defeat, humiliation, and a hint of desire.

A knock interrupted us before I could withdraw from her lips.

"Do not come in here," I shouted toward the door before looking down at my sweet captive. I gripped her jaw tightly as I pulled free. "Do not swallow."

She looked up, lips now pressed together, and nodded.

"Say it," I commanded, needing her verbal acknowledgment.

"I won't swallow," she whispered, lips barely moving to keep the contents in her mouth.

The door cracked open without permission.

One of my men paused in the doorway, his gaze scanning the room before finding me, then dropping to Alina.

I snarled, blocking her from view as I draped my jacket over her huddled form.

Looking at her broken state remained my privilege alone.

"Get. Out." The command left no room for argument.

The man stiffened, eyes darting to the ceiling—the only reason I considered sparing his life. "Apologies, boss, but?—"

"Out! Now!" My hand moved toward my gun, a clear threat that widened his eyes.

"Da, boss," he muttered before retreating, pulling the door shut.

I exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through my hair, patience exhausted.

I wasn't finished with Alina, but I awaited crucial information that would determine my next action against our enemies. I couldn't afford delays.

Gregor and Artem would be furious enough.

If I wanted to keep Alina beneath their notice, I couldn't give them reason to investigate her. But I would be damned if anyone else touched what was now mine.

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