Page 117 of I Promise You
He hums.
“Ari Natalia. You will always be mine.” He clicks his seat belt open, freeing himself, and I watch his every move carefully. He pulls up the center console so there’s nothing between us anymore. There is no wall or border to stop what he’s about to do. “I’m going to punish you for thinking you could ever leave me. You drive me so fucking insane. Do you know what these past few days have been like? They’ve been worse than hell, baby.”
I stop breathing when his large hand gets closer to my throat. My teeth sink hard into my bottom lip as he grabs my cross necklace.
“For having so much faith, you sure do love to sin.”
He lets go of my cross necklace, and the cold chain drops between my collarbones at the center.
His fingers start trailing down the top of my dress. I squeeze my thighs tighter when I realize my body begins to betray me.
Then he yanks down the top of my dress hard with rough aggressive need. I gasp when my breasts pop out. I didn’t wear a bra since the dress had built-in support.
My nipples are exposed, already hardened with salacity. Every hair on my body stands up, and goosebumps erupt everywhere.
“You love to break, don’t you, Ari?” he taunts, palming one breast, and dammit, a moan escapes me when he squeezes it roughly over his calloused hands. Then he slaps my breasts hard, shaking them in response.
“What do you expect me to do when you look like that in the dress I bought you? You expect me not to touch you? Not to kiss you? Not to fuck you?”
I gulp down, closing my eyes, realizing he hasn’t forgotten my drunken, angry outburst earlier.
He hasn’t forgotten at all.
“I see your mouth is still as filthy as ever...” He grips my jaw, forcing my mouth to gape open. “Open wide, baby, because I’m about to cleanse it for you.”
With his other hand, he unhooks his belt.
He holds me like a hostage with one hand on my jaw, still holding it tight. I wince at the pain, yet the skin between my thighs is soaked.
He leans over to me, his face so close I can smell the cigarettes and whiskey on his breath. I pucker my lips through his forceful grip on my jaw, and just when I think he’s about to kiss me, he fixates himself on my tongue and spits into my mouth, then shuts my jaw tight.
“Swallow.” He growls. My eyes bulge, and I do as he tells me. Swallowing his spit, I narrow my eyes at him, pissed off. His tone is dark and sinister, just like the night on the Black Hawk. “My cock and spit will be the only things that touch this dirty mouth of yours tonight. Not my come, not my lips. I won’t even kiss you this time.”
His degradation sends me fuming with resentment, but the throbbing doesn’t let up.
I want him. I want his lips on mine.
He’s not playing fair tonight, and it’s killing me slowly.
He lets me go when his pants have dropped enough to expose his already hardened cock. He’s fucking massive. Every time I see it, it feels like the first time. Fear creeps into every single vein inside me, igniting a fiery need to taste him...and to run from the pain he’s about to inflict. My fingers curl hard at the seat, pissed off that he manages to get me flustered just by hearing his deep voice order me around.
Heavy metal music continues to blast into our ears, and I attempt to avoid getting sucked back into him like a black hole.
He’s like quicksand, and I’m daring to jump back in. And once I do, I feel like I’m giving into this lifestyle… a lifestyle I don’t think I want anymore.
“I’m not—” I want to tell him I’m not his anymore, but he cuts me off.
“Take your punishment, or I’ll force it down your throat.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice.
Maybe it’s because I miss him...or perhaps it’s because this is part of a dark fantasy I’ve always kept hidden beneath the shell he obliterated when we first met.
Either way, biting my lip, I reach over and get closer to him, inhaling his cologne that radiates sex and rebellion. The leather and his cigarettes are a mixture I never knew went together perfectly. Even his scent alone does everything to me; my heart is throbbing with need, and my drunken fog has completely faded away. Watching Kane and Danny fight sobered me up. And now?
Now, I get to remember my last goodbye to Danny before I cut him off permanently. I hate myself for wanting to drown myself in him.
After everything we’ve been through, I hate the world.
