Page 21 of Merciless Promise
“And the problem with that is wh...Fucking hell!” I cried out as he did the trifecta. If he kept this up, I might come before he even started to fuck me.
My core ached from the rough way he just slammed back into me, while my throat and ass both burned from his hands. Kingston withdrew once more, but this time, he slowly re-entered me.
“I’m much less patient than I am submissive,” I said to him.
“And entirely too fucking mouthy,” he said moments before removing his hand from my throat and bringing it to my mouth instead. A small bit of alarm filled me, especially at the wicked chuckle he let out right after. As his hand moved higher and part of his palm now covered my nose, too, the reason for his laugh became clear. “You want to be fucked hard, Ekaterina?” At my slight nod, he pulled out, then thrust back into me. “You'll get no opposition from me. I'm going to fuck with you until you’re ready to explode. After, I’m going to split your pussy wide open, then coat it with my cum.”
His words held an ominous tone to them, but I was so starved for this man’s dick that I would agree to and take anything to get it. And the worst part was that he knew. While he could’ve lorded it over my head, he made hints at it, but not enough to openly taunt me. One of these nights, he would, and I had no doubt he would hold it against me, too. For now, though...
“Oh God,” I moaned as he started to fuck me this time without pause.
“I’ve never been confused for him before,” he said from above me. “You’re never to say another’s name outside of mine.”
His rhythm grew more punishing. With every thrust, he was driving me closer to the edge. He finally removed his hand completely from my face, and I was able to turn my head to the side moments before he pressed down on it. From there, he drove into me like a man possessed.
“Kingston.” His name left my lips on a gasp, and it only took one more thrust to have me ready to fall apart. Then he stopped. “You asshole,” I muttered, and inwardly wished harm upon him when he chuckled again.
“Such sweet words from my darling wife,” he said before slowly starting to fuck me once more.
He was fucking torturing me, but it was nothing more than I wanted. Anger at him was like fuel, and I needed to channel it into something productive. I would need to stay married to him at least a year if I had to get pregnant and bring a child into the world. With any luck, he would accomplish that goal sooner rather than later so we could end this farce once and for all.
He repeated everything from before, except he abused the right side of me this time instead of my left. After bringing me to the brink once more, he stopped just as he had done before, then started all over again. My body ached in places I didn’t know it could ache before he finally barked a single command at me.
“Come!”
It was all he needed to say. My mouth opened in a silent scream as my orgasm pulled me under. It was so much stronger than most, and I attributed that to his torturous denial. As I felt him pulse inside of me, then the warmth of his cum as he filled me, my eyes fluttered closed. Today had been a mentally draining one, and as he pulled out still hard, I knew the night was just beginning. Until he was ready to go another round, I kept my eyes closed and got however many minutes I could of rest. Something told me I would need it.
SAINT PETERSBURG, RUSSIA
The wedding had gone off without a hitch, unless you counted my grandfather sulking. The looks he would shoot in my direction as I took Ekaterina’s hand and exchanged vows would’ve slayed a lesser man. I’d been raised in his shadow, so I’d never cower to anyone, including him. He still tried, and sensing his discomfort and anger only made it that much better. It’d been the fuel I’d needed to get through the ceremony.
What I did afterward when Ekaterina and I were alone was barely a hassle. It was true what they said about hate sex, and I remembered saying something to her about that the first night we’d been together. It still held true because, despite marrying the wench, I still wanted to fuck her six ways to Sunday, and that only angered me further.
Sometimes when I’d be deep inside of her, I would wonder if this was what Princeton had been trying to get. The two had attended school together in the New York mountains, and I still had no idea how close they truly had been. If I had gone off justher report to the authorities, he’d forced himself upon her, and she tried to flee, which led to the accidental striking of him with her car. It didn’t explain the backing up and striking him again.
“You’d wanted him dead, and I still want you to face the same fate,” I said aloud to myself.
Ekaterina was inside gathering up some things she’d forgotten when she’d been forced to flee to the United States. I had no idea what was taking her so long, and knowing there was a private plane already fueled and on the airstrip, I finally decided to go upstairs to get her.
“What do you think she’s doing up there?” Nolan asked me from the front seat.
I looked at my right-hand man. “There’s no telling, and with her being a damn woman. I should go and hurry her along.”
“I’ll be waiting right here,” he said as he turned off the ignition.
“We won’t be long,” I said before exiting the car.
From the various reports I’d gotten on her over the years, I knew which apartment was hers. I took the elevator to the top floor, not at all surprised she would live in the penthouse of this building. A princess, through and through, very little I’d learned about her ever shocked me.
When I reached her apartment, I thought about knocking, but upon realizing I was now her husband, I didn’t feel like it would be a complete invasion of privacy. I turned the knob and the door opened, so I stepped inside.
This was the first time I had ever seen any of her places. I knew she had a studio apartment in the city, but even it was a place I’d never been. This particular space was a different architectural style than the industrial lofts or traditional Irish county designs I was used to, but the pops of bright colors in an otherwise neutral place fit her perfectly.
“Ekaterina,” I called out to her.
“In here,” she said to me. Her voice held no contempt or disdain, so she obviously wasn’t upset at my having intruded in her space. Following the direction of her voice, I reached her closet where she was trying to grab something from the top shelf. It appeared to be a box, and the way it had been put up there, wedged in the corner, would explain the difficulty in getting it herself. “Are you just going to stand there? Or are you going to help me get this down?”
I arched a brow at her. “I’ll get it down for you, but we need to come to an agreement on how much attitude I’m willing to take. I’ll make it easy for you by letting you know that it won’t be much.”
