Page 21 of Promise to Break

Her laugh is evil as she deliberately rolls her eyes. "By bullying me to death? Vete a la mierda."

"Now, now, Little Girl. Didn't your parents tell you it's rude to speak in a foreign language in front of people like me?"

"My mother didn't have the opportunity to teach me anything, and my father wasn't very successful no matter what he tried to do. Now move." She struggles for release in an attempt to run, but all she manages to do is push herself more fully against my cock. Fuck.

"Not until you tell me what you said in Spanish," I bate her, enjoying every moment of our little battle.

"Don't worry. I'll translate it for you. Go to hell, Killian Fierro." The gasps around us have her looking at the people who've gathered around, but instead of shame on her face, all I see is a challenge. She's challenging them to do something, to dare and come closer. They don't. I don't think that Maricela, like many people, understands how cattle operate. They need a shepherd, and they chose the deviants as their kings. Therefore, they won't do jack shit that I don't tell them to do.

"Now, I was simply wooing the shit out of you, and this is how you talk to me?"

She blinks, her lashes kissing her cheeks. Just once. "You're engaged to the biggest bitch in the universe. You're the biggest bully in this whole place. I've been your target for two years."

"She won't be my wife," I say, cutting Maricela off. Her hands try to push me away, but I don't budge. I close the inches between us, pushing her against the wall. A chorus of gasps erupts from everyone around us, enjoying the show. After all, I just announced that I won't be marrying my betrothed. Still, the only sound important to me is Maricela's brief intake of breath as I close in on her. I want to hear it again.

"I won't," I say again. Since the very first moment I accepted the contract in front of the alliance, I knew it would never come to fruition. Franco may think my whole life is in his hands, and he's right on some level, but I have the same power over his head. I won't let my father marry me off to his partner's daughter, no matter what he does.

I keep playing with Maricela's hair, rubbing against her with my dick as she's plastered to the wall.

"Killian, stop," she almost begs, her voice breaking just the slightest bit. "I don't care if you marry that bitch. You two are made for one another."

Maricela believes that. She believes I deserve someone like Lila, maybe as a punishment for all I do in this world. Unfortunately for her, life doesn't work like that. Bad people don't get punished. They get what they want, and I want her.

"I can't."

"Why? Because you hate me? I'm not a fool. I'm not going to willingly let you hurt me more than you already have. You don't like me. I get it. Your big, powerful family witnessed me being rude to you. I think you've punished me enough for that."

I study her as she goes toe to toe with me—her nose has these brief lines on it—while she looks at my chin, my mouth, my shoulder, anything but my eyes. She avoids them. Avoids the nothingness they show the world.

"I will not fuck you, Fierro. No matter what you do to me."

Her defiance is cute. "We'll see about that." I don't let her continue as I put my lips on hers. I've never had the need or desire to kiss anyone. It isn't a thing for me. I've used my lips for show in front of the press and on the cunt of a whore that was my instructor on the art of fucking, sucking, and eating pussy. However, for some odd reason, being this close to Maricela, I feel that desire for the first time.

I relish her soft lips, two pillows of velvet, for a few seconds too long before she tries to bite me.

I tried to kiss her in her room, but my reward was her knee in my cock. Oh well.

Her teeth try to pierce my skin, and I use the moment to push my tongue into her mouth. Her lips are on the plump side, and that makes the act of sucking on them so much more enjoyable.

There you go, Wild Child. Show me your feral side. She breaks for me, letting me suck, nip, and bite. I devour her like the brute she thinks I am, letting her take from me as well.

She does. It's as if she's pouring all her hate and frustration from those two years into this one act of kissing. We war with each other, me for dominance, her to probably show me her strength. To tell me she isn't broken, not even now.

Our little game of push and pull is over. Granted, I did all the pushing, trying to gauge any reaction I got from her.

For two fucking years, she held this fierce little creature inside, begging to be set free. A small whimper escapes her as I go deeper, stealing the little gasps of air she lets loose.

My first mouth-to-mouth kiss was when I was fifteen. I kissed pussy before I ever touched the lips of a girl. I fucked girls in all ways and forms, but I didn't kiss them. There was never any bullshit about emotion or attachment involved. It just didn't interest me. All I wanted was a wet cunt to fuck and get it over with.

Lila was my first kiss. Our fathers announced our betrothal to the press, and I had to play the game. It was brief and with no enthusiasm. It's not a secret to anyone that Lila hates me. I made sure of that. And from that point on, I didn't see the reason to exchange saliva unless it was an act.

Now, however?

I want to steal Maricela's breath, to inhale her essence into me, to suck her soul right out of her.

She kisses me back, releasing tiny moans of pleasure mixed with pain into my mouth. I drink her in, taking it all. Who knew kissing wasn't just a warmup show? With her, it's the main fucking event. Maricela kisses as if she's playing the lead guitar, making the world burn with the electric sound she makes.

The wild child is nothing like what I expected. Her taste… Fuck. I let my tongue guide this show, pushing my naked and erect cock against her, not caring about our audience one bit. They can gawk at my naked flesh all they want. What they will never see is hers. Maricela doesn't know it yet, but she's mine.

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