Page 55 of Promise Kept

Yet I remind myself of the vibrator on her coffee table. The eyes she makes at me. I know there’s a side to her that’s a little dark. Everyone has a side that’s a little dark. Some darker than others.

I also remind myself that she’s Heston’s daughter.

My best friend’s daughter.

But the Larissa that’s asking me about the one door I did not want her to see… this Larissa is a woman.

“I’ll just go open the door then,” she says.

She struts toward the door with some attitude and I make my move.

I chase after her, grab her by the hips and pull her against me.

Her body is against mine.

My hands tighten against her hips.

Somewhere in my head there’s a voice of logic and reason and I beg for Larissa to quickly grab my hands and peel them away from her body.

That’s not what happens though…

Larissa stays there.

Allowing me to hold her against me.

Her hands aren’t at her sides though.

No.

Not this little spoiled brat.

This goddamn brat still reaches for the door.

I pull at her hips even harder.

“What the fuck did I tell you?” I growl at Larissa.

Her entire body tenses up.

She makes her hands flat, pointing straight up in the air.

Like she’s giving up to me.

If only…

I blink a few times.

I attempt to regain something that resembles my full composure.

“If you don’t walk next to me right now, you fucking brat, I’m going to throw you over my shoulder and carry you through this place.”

That’s my final attempt at being calm and nice to Larissa.

I side step, my body sliding against hers…

Goddammit. How can I not think about my cock sliding against her back right now. Flaccid, full, or somewhere in the range of halfway hard, it doesn’t matter.

I keep my right hand at her right hip and I walk.

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