Page 11 of Merciless Promise
Once parked, I played the role of a dutiful date and even helped her out of the car. Her eyes then raised to mine, and she staggered back at what she saw. I must not have cleared my expression well enough because a frisson of fear flashed in hers.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Does it scare you to know when I’m looking at you that I’m automatically picturing you on your knees?”
She paled. “You’re disgusting.”
I shrugged. “It can’t be too big of a deterrent as your panties are already wet.”
“They are not,” she swore.
I arched a brow. “Take them off and prove it, then.”
“I will do no such thing.” The righteous indignation in her tone was actually as arousing as it was amusing.
“It’s not all I see, Ekaterina.”
“W-what else do you see?” she stammered.
“I see you tied to my headboard with marks of my ownership upon your flesh.”
“Very unlikely,” she said, and I mentally noted that she didn’t say never. I could see some submissive tendencies within her, but I also knew she’d never give it easily or freely. I’d have to work to gain her submission, but it was a task I was up for. I had no choice. “And owning a woman is what you want?”
“Not just any woman. I want to ownyou, Ekaterina.”
“Ha,” she said, and sobered when she saw the seriousness on my face. She then looked around. “Garages are creepy. Can we go?”
I extended my hand back out to her, then led her to the hotel hosting yet another society black-tie affair. This was a silent auction for something I never would’ve made the effort to support, but being seen with Ekaterina in a setting like this was important. No one would know I’d hired her this evening, and it’d make the upcoming announcement of our nuptials easier to believe.
“Now that you’ve gotten me here, what do you want to do?” she asked me.
I was so caught off guard by her question. “Huh?”
“Do you want to dance, introduce me to any friends or acquaintances, or?—”
“I’d like to go outside. Let’s go to the courtyard.” Once we were outside, she was the one who looked amused. “What’s so funny?”
“So you go to parties, but don’t hang out with the guests once there?”
“Something like that,” I responded.
Glancing up at the sky, I noticed the moon shifting on the canvas of black. I turned back toward Ekaterina just as a sliver of moonlight fell across her face. For as stunningly beautiful as she might be, I knew how venomous she was, too. What she didn’t know, but soon would, was that she’d finally met her match. Princeton had been infatuated with her like any seventeen-year-old boy would be, but I was a man, and one used to very dark things. Although she was nothing more than a pawn on the board, it didn’t mean she’d willingly play my game. Not now, but she would.
At Daniro’s party, a plan had come to mind, and I’d spent most of that night planning it out. I woke the next morning with renewed purpose. Everything was falling into place, and I was truly anticipating the moment when I’d kill her. A part of me wanted my cock in her when it happened. I’d jacked myself off to that particular scenario twice today already. I’d make her orgasm off the fear, then squeeze her dainty throat until the last breath fell from her lips.
It was all I could do to erase that vision from my mind. When she looked up at me, the way her head was slightly tilted and her lips partially parted, I knew she wanted me to kiss her. Maybe it was subconsciously, or maybe it wasn’t.
I glanced into those dark eyes of hers, and our gazes held for several long seconds until I dropped mine. I saw her shiver as my eyes slid down her body. The dress she was wearing had a sleeve on the left side, but the other had been cut off just above her right breast. I stepped in closer, then reached out and lowered the side to release her breast. Her soft moan only made me harder, especially when she whispered my name as I rolled the tight nipple between my fingers.
“Kingston,” was all she said before she smacked at my hand. “What the hell are you doing?” she seethed through gritted teeth.
I released her, then watched her quickly right her dress once more. “It’s okay to admit that you want me on some subconscious level.”
“I don’t,” she lied, but I could tell by her body’s reaction to me that it didn’t match her words. My gaze raked over her, and I smirked as I took in the heaving of her chest. “If you so much as touch me again, I’ll break your hand.” I was very unafraid, and she knew it. “And if you continue to look at me like that, I’ll scratch your fucking eyes out.”
“I’d rather you wait and scratch them down my back when I’m fucking you.”
She gasped. “You’re very vulgar.”
