Page 55 of Promise to Break

"Stop. Please stop. I can't come again, and it feels too good."

"But you can."

"Killian! God. God."

"You're taking my god complex to another level, Little Girl. Now come for me."

"I can't," she sobs, her cries wracking her body as she speaks in her father's native language.

But I don't stop. I search for her pulsing bud with my finger and pinch it. My name leaves her on a scream as I pull out and release myself from the condom, falling onto her breasts with my full weight.

"Now I know what sex is about," she says after a long while. I smile into her thick hair, searching for one of her dark nipples with my mouth. Those things are addictive as fuck.

"Too sore," she complains.

"I'm sure, and that's the point."

"Sadist."

"I know that too. Now sleep. I'll take care of my favorite parts."

"I can't."

"Don't worry. You'll have the opportunity to play the cat-and-mouse game with me tomorrow. Now sleep."

She takes a while to fall under, but when she does, I leave her be, knowing that this is only the beginning of her unfortunate demise.

I am sorry, little wild child.

Chapter twenty-three

Maricela

Cabron: My little angelic whore, I hope you're missing my cock as much as I miss your sweet cunt. The entire condom was covered with your blood and juices. I need to be inside you again.

Cabron: Answer me, sweet girl. I miss you. My cock misses you.

Cabron: I want you to suck me off. You ran away before I fucked your mouth. I never pegged you as a coward.

Those are the messages that kept me aching for four fucking days. Maybe it would have been easier to ignore them if my so-called "sweet cunt" didn't pulse with need every time I received a message from the king of sex.

Fuck that bitch. I'm still sore. Maybe you should have asked for the gentlemanly approach. Fuck you too, I say to the rational part of my brain. That sounds suspiciously like my sister.

The sex was perfect, flawless and unforgettable. Julian, Raven and even Ronen have been no help in keeping me sane, either. Raven saw the first message I received. I couldn't tell her I didn't run without explaining why, so when she dragged me with her, and I stopped every few minutes to look at the damn message again, she screamed and threw my phone, nearly breaking it. She yelled so loud I was sure the entire school could hear why I didn't tell her that her cousin had taken my V card. And, yes, the whole school heard her screaming that I let Killian Fierro fuck me sideways.

He didn't. He texted me that he would. The asshole.

For better or worse, I'm not sure which. He isn't even here. He disappeared from school the day after we were together. Probably off killing some poor fucker, losing another part of his soul. If he has one, that is. But since when do I care about the soul of Killian Fierro?

Since Killian and I shared one bed. Killian and me kissing. Killian entering my body. His piercing making me scream. His tongue and his hands.

Gah, I hate him. I hate him. I hate him!

My phone pings again, and I look down, expecting another message from him. Instead, I see it's a text from Julian, with a picture of his coach. Apparently, my friend has a crush on his teacher. I can admit the coach is hot. The only problem is he's straight and married with a kid.

"Miss Fernandez, are you daft?"

Great, I didn't hear what Lord Fuck Face was saying about the lime. Shit. "I'm sorry. I'm a little under the weather."

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