Page 27 of Deadly Oath

I stride out of the living room, towards the hall, where I’m pretty sure her bathroom is. Her house is small, so it isn’t too hard to find. It’s right next to her bedroom, as expected, and I slip inside, turning in the light and switching on the hot side of the faucet as I reach for a washcloth off of a small stack on a shelf next to the shower.

It’s a soft pink, and I look at it in my hand for a moment, as I let the water warm up. The house isn’t Sabrina’s, and the decorations, for the most part, don’t appear to be hers—but thisisher. Something she picked out for this place, when she came here. It feels oddly intimate to be holding it, and something squirms uncomfortably in my gut.

I shake it off, running the washcloth under the warm water and wringing it out before heading back out to the living room. Sabrina, unsurprisingly, hasn’t followed my order to remain exactly where she is. Instead, she’s gotten dressed, and she’s sitting on the couch, her face mostly clean now, and my shirt crumpled next to her feet on the carpet. She looks at me warily as I walk in, flinching slightly as I sit down next to her.

“Stop it,” I chide her gently as I reach for her chin, capturing it between the fingers of one hand as I lean in to wipe her face with the other. “I didn’t hurt you.”

“You didn’t listen to me, either.” She snatches the washcloth out of my hand. “I can do it myself.”

“You didn’t tell me to stop.” I shrug. “You liked it, Sabrina. You liked my fingers and my tongue on your pussy, and you liked meroughing you up a little and telling you what to do. You liked me making you take my cum. But now you’ve calmed down and come back to yourself a little, and you feel guilty about it in the aftermath.”

Sabrina wipes at her face, clenching her hand around the washcloth as she lowers her hand to her lap. “I don’t feel guilty,” she says, but her voice quivers the slightest bit.

“Sure,” I chuckle. “You’re a bad liar, princess.”

Her lips thin, and she looks away, her fist clenching and unclenching around the damp cloth in her hand.

“Is this where you tell me we can’t do this again?” I reach out, laying two fingers against the side of her cheek to turn her face back to mine. “Because after tasting you, Sabrina, I have every intention of taking your virginity. Not tonight—but soon. Your first orgasm was mine, and I was the first one in your mouth. I want to be the first everywhere else, too.”Including your ass,I think to myself, my cock twitching back to life just at the thought, but I don’t say it out loud. If I frighten her away, I won’t get what I want.

“I said slow,” Sabrina murmurs. “This wasn’t slow.”

“Because you changed your mind when I kissed you. I would have stopped if you said to, Sabrina,” I tell her firmly, my thumb pressing against the small divot in her chin. “You wanted this, Sabrina. I’ll stop when you say, and I’ll only push until you dig your heels in for real, and not just for play. But you don’t get to scramble backward after and pretend you didn’t want it—when you were moaning for me a few minutes ago.”

Sabrina’s cheeks flush, and her teeth sink into her lower lip. She tries to tug away from my grip on her chin, but I hold her in place, my gaze meeting hers firmly. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, princess,” I tell her as gently as I can manage. “But I’m not the kind of man you’re used to. I’m not afraid of you, or your family, or anything else. And I might call you a princess, but I won’t treat you like one. I won’t treat you like you’re made of glass, even when you try to cut me.”

Sabrina draws in a slow breath, and she nods once, quickly. “Iwant to go to bed,” she says quietly, tugging herself loose of my grip again, and this time I let her go. “And I want to be alone.”

“Whatever you say, princess.” I wink at her, rising smoothly from the couch. “I’ll see you around.”

Her gaze follows me warily as I walk to the door, grabbing my boots. I know she expected me to protest, to insist on staying, to say that I want more. But I’ll get more, eventually.

I have plans for Sabrina. I’m just biding my time to let her find out what they are.

11

SABRINA

Idon’t think that I was supposed to like what he did to me. I sit on the couch for several long minutes after the door closes behind Kian, trying to sort through the emotions that are flooding me.

I feel overwhelmed. Kian was right when he said that other men have treated me like glass. Like a prized figurine, a trophy, something to set on a shelf and admire and show off. A prize to be won from my father. I’ve always been an accessory.

I have no idea what any of those men would have been like in bed. I certainly don’t think they would ever have prioritizedmypleasure in any way. And Kian did that. He made sure I came before the attention ever turned to him. He was forceful, relentless, and overwhelming—but he put me first.

A shudder runs through me as I think of his hand fisting in my hair, of the way he ordered me around, the things he called me.Princess. Rabbit. Filthy slut. That shudder turns into a tingle, prickling along my skin, heating me from the inside out until I feel aroused all over again.

I’m fairly certain that Ishouldn’tlike what he did to me, that I should be offended at how he spoke to me, that Ishouldtell him tofuck off and never see him again. But what does it matter, anymore, what Ishoulddo? Does anything really matter, other than what Iwant?

My carefully planned future is gone. The marriage that might have been arranged for me is gone, too. My father either isn’t looking for me, has been told not to, or I’ve been so well hidden by the FBI that he can’t find me. All that’s left is whoIwant to be. And I’ve never had the opportunity to find out who that is.

I don’t think Kian and I are going to fall in love. I don’t think that this is going to be more than what it is right now, even if I have that urge, when he touches me, to want to be more to him than this. But I do want him. And I want to find out what else he can make me feel.

Tonight, I found out that pleasure exists that I never imagined was possible. And if I open myself up to what else Kian could show me, there could be so much more that I haven’t imagined.

Everything he did tonight turned me on. Even when I felt like I should fight it, he’s right that I never actually told him to stop—because deep down, I didn’t want him to. I wanted to find out what would happen if he kept going.

A small part of me wishes he’d stayed. But I needed to be alone to work through this. Even if right now, the house feels very quiet and empty after what just happened, now that it’s only me here.

I get up, heading to the bathroom to shower. I can still feel the lingering stickiness of his cum on my face, and I bite my lip, tasting salt.Did I like that? Having him force me to take his cum in my mouth. Splattering my face with it like I was his to use as he pleased?

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