Page 33 of Merciless Promise
I knew he was talking about a baby, that was all he ever talked about, and as the elevator doors closed behind us, I flinched. He pulled me away from it and toward the partygoers. This has been an act of dominance fueled by irrational jealousy. While the thought of walking around with his cum dripping down my legs might have been hot another time, I knew what this was. He’d meant to humiliate me, and essentially had. That much was confirmed when I caught the stares of a few people, even catching the way they would point and whisper when we walked by.
I closed my eyes once or twice throughout the next hour as he forced me to remain at his side. Eventually, his cousin did pull him away, and once he left me a small window to escape, I took it. Rushing to the bathroom, I thoroughly cleaned my thighs and legs, then splashed some cold water onto my face.
It was still flushed, no doubt from his performance in the elevator, and despite how angry it made me, my body betrayed me once more as it so often did where he was concerned. The ache in my core intensified, and now I had the same look in my eyes that he often had in his.
“Self loathing is quite the bitch,” I muttered to myself as I touched up my makeup, then headed back out to the party. Once out there, I didn’t immediately see Kingston, but I did see several waiters with trays of drinks. Kingston had mademe promise I wouldn’t have any more alcohol, but he was not around, and even if he was...
I grabbed a margarita from the tray, then took a large sip of it. The drink was stronger than I was used to, and I sighed upon realizing I would need to find another crutch to settle me because he was right as far as drinking and being pregnant was concerned. Luckily for me, I was not yet with child, so I took another large sip before heading to the bar. Kingston could find me there if he so chose to.
I took a seat, and as the man beside me turned, he smiled at me. “I’ve not seen you around these parts,” he said to me.
I had no idea if he was fucking with me, because I was sure the entire party had seen Kingston fuck me like some cheap, voyeuristic harlot in the glass elevator. In the off chance that we really had not been that entertaining, I smiled at him.
“I’m new to the city, and?—”
“Ekaterina,” I heard, and thankful the familiar voice behind me was not Kingston, I swirled around on my barstool. “I’m headed back to Washington D.C., but I wanted to make sure to let you know that it was great seeing you again.”
“It was nice to see you, too, Caleb,” I said to him.
He leaned in and kissed my cheek the same way he had in the past, then he left. I turned back around and picked up my drink. The guy beside me was looking intently over at me. After flashing a polite smile at him, I took another few sips of my margarita.
The man’s gaze remained on me to the point that it made me nervous. Fidgeting slightly, I then turned back around. “A glass of water,” I said to the bartender. I knew I needed to get rid of any evidence of this drink before Kingston lost what was left of his mind. I suspected it was very little considering what we had just done.
The glass was set down in front of me, and I picked it up and gulped down about a third of it before placing it down onto the bar top. It was time to find my husband and, hopefully, go upstairs. That desire was upped the moment I stepped off the stool and nearly toppled over. The drink must’ve been stronger than I had thought. Deciding to hide my previous drink, I picked up the glass of water, then moved away from the bar.
I had gotten no more than a few steps when the room began to spin. While I had often dealt with spells of lightheadedness over the years, this one was different. Maybe it was the heat from the multitude of lights shining brightly overhead, or the fact that I had eaten very little today, or maybe something more nefarious. As I turned and looked back at the bar, the man who had been beside me smirked before heading in my direction. Had this bastard put something in my drink? As it got harder to move my feet, I quickly decided that assumption was likely correct. Kingston would kill the man if he so much as touched me. Hell, he had wanted to do the same to Caleb, who had just been engaging in conversation. And by the time he was done gutting this druggie loser, he would likely kill me, too.
I turned to run, but before I could do so, I hit a brick wall, or at least a wall of muscle that was as hard as a brick. The glass that was in my hand fell to the floor and shattered, but I didn’t give a damn. I had never been happier to see Kingston in all of my life as I was right now. Clutching the lapels of his tuxedo jacket, I clung to him.
“Where have you been?” he asked me.
“I had to go to the bathroom, then I came over to get a glass of water,” I said to him, hoping and praying that he believed the part about my drink.
“Cillian told me there’s a problem.”
“A problem?” I asked.Had his cousin caught me?
“A girl’s been found drugged at this party. He believes it is one of the guests at fault,” he said in such a low tone that I would hear him but not anyone else.
“That’s terrible,” I said, and I meant it. Maybe even more so now, as the dizziness began to morph into something worse.
I was becoming overheated as well, and that was confirmed when I looked down and saw the thin coat of perspiration that seemed to cover my entire body. As hot as I was, I was also shivering. Kingston caught it, then looked down at me with concern.
“Are you okay, puisín?”
“Yes, of course. It’s just really hot in here. Could we go outside for a breath of fresh air?”
“Sure,” he said, and I did my best to keep up with his long strides as he led me out into the courtyard. “Let’s go to that bench over there,” he said as he pointed to one just across from us.
He released my hand, and I watched as he moved over to it and sat. This was one of those cement ones with no sides or backs. Involuntarily, the ache inside of me let its presence be known, and I had to squeeze my thighs together in hopes of alleviating it. When it didn’t work, I walked slowly over to Kingston, then crawled onto his lap, which surprised the both of us.
“Puisín?” he asked in question.
I wrapped my arms around him. “Fuck me, Kingston. Right here and right now.” To show him how serious I was, I began to release the buttons on his dress shirt, managing to free two of them before his hands came down over mine.
“What’s wrong with you, Ekaterina?”
“I want my husband to finish what he started earlier. Is that so surprising?”
