Page 32 of Merciless Promise
“You’re so wet,” I said to her as I slipped two fingers inside of her. “Despite what that vindictive tongue of yours says, you want me to fuck you here for everyone to see. Am I wrong?”
“Noooo,” she cried out again. “Yessss,” she added, then I felt her surrender as her body sagged against me. “I didn’t mean any of what I said downstairs. I promise.”
“Anyone could’ve walked up on us and heard that my new wife doesn’t think her husband can satisfy her sexual needs. We both know that’s a lie because only I can bring you pleasure. If anyone else so dared as much as to try, I’d end their goddamned life.”
“Kingston,” she murmured as I added a third finger inside of her.
“Tell me I’m right. That only I can make you climax,” I demanded.
“Only you,” she sobbed.
“Only I can what, puisín?”
“Only you can make me come, and I need you to do so right now.”
“Hands in front of you, and don’t you fucking move them,” I instructed. As soon as she did, I removed my hand from between her legs, then raised the one leg up with one hand, while using the other to unzip my pants. As soon as I had my cock out, I dipped down, then lined it up with her dripping pussy. In one thrust, I filled her completely, causing her to cry out.
You feel so fucking good! And I am such a damn fool!
I’d let her bait me, but still I couldn’t pull out of her now, even if I tried. Driven by a passion I loathed and an anger that fueled me, I began to fuck her hard. She was smushed against the glass, and I held nothing back as I drove into her over and over again. Ekaterina took everything I gave her, and her body begged for more as she pushed her ass out with each thrust.
“Fucking you is so damn good, puisín,” I rasped as her pussy clamped down so tightly around me.
She was about to come, and it would not be a moment too soon, as I also felt the desperate need to fill her with my cum. And not even for the partygoers, but for me and for her. I needed to show her that I could and would back up my words. My grandfather might have forced me to marry and bear a child, but no wife I took would ever be anyone’s whore but mine.
“Kingston,” she finally cried out as she readied herself to climax. “I’m about to come.”
A feral smirk tipped my own lips as I powered into her even harder and faster until her entire body went taut before she began to shake from the intensity of it. My own was right there, and reaching for it, I let out a loud growl as I came inside of her, too.
Icould barely breathe. My chest ached from my racing heart, one which was filled with equal parts fear, excitement, and pleasure because Kingston was right. No one had ever made me come the way he did, and no one else ever would. In such a short time, he’d not only stolen my life, but my sanity, because deep in my subconscious, I couldn’t trust this man. This monster. I’d killed his brother, and there was no way to come back from that.
His grandfather had said as much to Kingston when we were in Ireland, readying to say our vows. I had suspected that their talk had been a last ditch attempt to make him choose another bride, but he went through with it anyway. If Ronan Brannington had been successful, I would’ve been on my own, still trying to evade the long reach of the Armenian Mafia, and Aram Grigoryan, to be more specific.
Kingston found his own orgasm, then pulled out of me. As my foot returned to the elevator floor, I reached for the arm rail and clutched it tightly as I tried to regain my composure. My breathing was heavy and erratic, and I could barely think or hear anything outside of the rapid beating of my heart. And all I couldfeel was the slow trickle of his cum as it dripped down the inside of my thighs.
As the elevator began its ascent once more, I moved and immediately felt the pain from his cock. Although we’d fucked like rabbits since getting together, I had yet to fully acclimate to his size, or the piercings, which never failed to cause me internal pain. They also drove me to the brink of pleasure, so I’d take a hard pounding every day to keep this post-orgasmic bliss alive.
The sound of his zipper had me straightening, and I turned around. His blue eyes were navy in color, and that same sense of self-loathing filled those orbs as he stared over at me. “I might hate you and what you make me feel, but I’ve never hated myself for it,” I pointed out.
“What?” he asked just as the elevator came to a stop.
The doors opened, and I shrugged at him. “You heard me, and you know fully well what I meant. Which room is ours, because I need to go clean up before rejoining the party?”
“We’re going back downstairs now,” he said, then blocked my exit from the elevator.
“I need to go clean up, Kingston. You need to move out of my way.”
He looked down at my legs, then swiped one finger through the sticky trail of cum. Before I could anticipate his next move, he thrust it toward my face, and my head fell back to thwart him.
He advanced on me, and in seconds, he had his finger in my mouth. “Does it taste like him?”
“You’re deranged,” I said upon realizing that he was still jealous of a man I’d accompanied to a few events and had done nothing more than to allow him to kiss my cheek a few times.
“And you’re a filthy whore,” he said to me, then looked over his shoulder. In horror, I then watched him slam the button again, which sent the elevator on its descent.
“I can’t go back down there without cleaning myself up,” I said to him. “Please, at least allow me that little bit of dignity.”
“Dignity, like trust, is earned, and you’ve done nothing to gain either.” The elevator came to a stop, and he pulled me out of it. “You’re now going to walk around this party with me and mingle, all while our cum drips down your goddamned legs, puisín. This will leave no doubt in your mind, or anyone else’s, that I own you. Every part of you is mine, at least until you give me what I need.”
