Page 13 of Merciless Promise
“Stop fighting the inevitable,” he murmured as he buried his head in my neck, then started to kiss his way over my shoulder again, picking up where he had left off in the elevator. “It’seither agree to my proposal, or get dragged back to Armenia, where you’ll be broken for your defiance, then left to wallow in unsatisfied celibacy.”
“I don’t want to get married. I...fucking hell, can you please still those wicked fingers of yours?”
I could barely concentrate as he would drive me right to the brink, then stop, before repeating himself. The man was maddening, just as the things he did were, too. The last thing I wanted to do was come on his hand, but he’d already ignited a fire only an orgasm could put out. I was now sweating as my dress clung tightly to me, and my hair was plastered to my neck and face.
“One word is all I need from you, Ekaterina.”
“No,” I told him as I began to thrash my head from side to side to get away from him. I even began to push at his chest, but there was little room between his and mine, so it was futile. A fourth finger was added, and I released an agonizing cry. So close, I was just about to orgasm, when those fingers of his stilled once more. “I hate you.”
“And I hate you too,” he rasped against my ear before he bit down on it. “Together, we can live hatefully ever after.”
“But I can’t. Isn’t there anyone?—”
“No,” he snapped, and this time it made my entire body tense. “It has to beyou.”
“Why?” I cried out.
Was this because of Princeton?
Was this some sick sort of justice on his part?
“Why me?”
“Because there’s no one my grandfather would disapprove more of than you, Ekaterina.”
“Your grandfather. What does he have to do with this?”
She asked far too many questions, but I understood why she was. I couldn’t answer them out in this hallway, so I reached into my back pocket and retrieved the key card from my wallet. Once I had it in my hand, I inserted it into its reader. When I pushed the door open, I had to grab Ekaterina to stop her from falling backward.
I stepped inside, and as soon as the door closed behind us, I pulled her back to me, then reinserted my fingers inside of her. She was a lot easier to negotiate with this way, and if she wanted to come tonight at all, she’d agree to my demands. If not, she would leave this room exhausted, but frustrated.
“Kingston,” she cried out as I plunged them in and out of her. “I can’t concentrate when you’re doing...ahh...fuck...I’m about to come...”
I stilled my fingers again, much to her chagrin. “Tell me what I want to hear first.”
As her tear-filled eyes raised to mine, a flicker of sympathy struck me, then I remembered those same alligator tears in her interview at the police station after she’d run my brother downin the street. She was a beautiful fucking liar, and time had only honed those skills.
“I don’t understand any of this. Why me? You! Please tell me something.”
“Fine,” I said, this time pulling my fingers completely out of her pussy. They glistened as they were covered in a coat of her cum. I didn’t want to taste her right now, so I thrust them into her mouth instead. “First, lick these clean.”
I half expected her to argue, but she closed her eyes and licked all four fingers. The slight pull she did with each one had me imagining what her mouth would feel like wrapped around my cock, especially with my piercings. One night soon, I’d find out. Whether that would be tonight or one down the road, it would happen because I wouldn’t give up until she agreed to become my wife.
“There,” she said as she stepped away. “Now tell me what this is all about.”
“My grandfather has decided to challenge my cousin and me. The first one to marry will gain complete control of our empire. I’m sure I don’t have to explain to you what that all means.”
She shook her head. “Surely, there’s someone you actually like that would agree to something like this.”
“I don’t want someone who likes me. And I don’t want to like them, either. This marriage would be a business transaction only. I neither want nor can afford to fall in love with anyone.”
“So, I’m just supposed to agree to some loveless marriage. What do I get out of this?”
“For one, you would’ve gotten an orgasm.”
“Semantics. I’m sure I can give myself a better one than you ever could,” she lied.
I grinned. “Maybe on our wedding night, we’ll test that theory.”
