Page 88 of Bound in Promise
“I’m going to come, princess. This tight little cunt is squeezing me to death.”
I rock forward, my lips brushing the outer shell of his ear. “Come,” I whisper, and I can feel the shiver that runs through his body. “Own me, Dante.”
He turns his head around to look down at me, his coffee-rich eyes filled with hunger and raw need. My own delighted shiver causes me to tremble in his arms. “You own me, sweetheart. Milk my cock, take what you want, and I’ll come for you.”
“I’m almost there.”
“Good.” He rests his palm along my ass and slips one long finger between my cheeks. “Because later…I’m going to show you a few other things I like.”
Holy—
I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry, but I’m so freaking turned-on that I can’t help but ask, “Like what?”
“You’re gonna take my cock in that pretty mouth and suck me so sweetly… You’ll swallow every drop I give you. And then, after, I’ll start preparing this ass.”
“Preparing…” I moan.
His lips curl in a sinister smirk. “You wanted anal, right baby? You’re so hungry for my cock all the time. Can’t get enough of it.” He nuzzles my temple, one hand twisting into my hair and holding me close. “I warned you I would give you the full experience. Show you everything I need from a forever wife.”
I want all of that.
So much.
I want to see and feel everything he can give me. All the dirty and dark fantasies he wants to live out with me. To become his most beloved toy.
I am here for all of it.
“Thinkin’ about backing out, princess?”
I shake my head in blunt denial. There isn’t anything that could make me turn from him. Not now. “Absolutely not. Do your worst, Moretti.”
His thumb brushes along my cheekbone. “You have no idea what I want to do to you, princess. Everything I’ve dreamed about doing… I’m obsessed with making each one a reality.”
The way he’s staring at me in this moment, this cool and collected killer with the darkest fantasies… I’m so completely entranced by him.
Every long, purposeful glide of his cock binds me to him. Nothing will ever make me leave his arms.
“I want to live them all,” I whisper, darting my tongue out to lick his thumb as he traces my jaw. “Every one of your fantasies. Please make me come, Dante. I need it. I’m so close.”
“Are you?” He drops his hand from my face and reaches down to slide his palm along my thigh. “I want to feel you clench around me a few more times.”
Oh my God.
If I didn’t know any better, I think he was trying to kill me.
I’m on the brink of falling apart, but Dante looks so relaxed that I’m starting to believe I’m the only one riding the edge.
Or maybe it’s just that this man could incinerate me with a look. Much less his touch.
Dante takes mercy on me, circling my clit with his thumb and sending ripples of pleasure through my veins.
I shatter the very next second, moaning his name and trying to smother my cries in his shoulder.
Dante picks up his pace, finally giving into his own need, following me a moment later. I can feel his cock pumping inside me, marking me as his.
“God, I love you, Dante,” I murmur, slowly coming down from my sex-filled daze. My body aches in all the right places.
“I love you more, princess. Happy birthday.” He chucks a finger under my chin and flashes a boyish grin at my shocked expression. “Now let’s go clean up. I made reservations.”
