Page 95 of Promises in the Dark

I had to admit, there was something kinda hot about a woman who wasn’t afraid to stand up for herself.

Judge, jury, and executioner rolled into one hot mess.

But I wasn’t about to let her guilt trip me into submission.

“I wasn’t asking for your forgiveness,” I replied, staring her down with my best poker face. “I’m just doing what needs to be done.”

Red towered over me, like she was ready to squash me under her stiletto heel if I so much as breathe wrong and my cock started pulsating in my pants like it was auditioning for a porno.

“You want to kill him, Rogue? Well, you’re gonna have to go through me first,” she declared, her voice all husky from the smoke.

Normally, I’d be pissed off beyond belief at her pulling this alpha move because she was standing in my way, making things more complicated than they needed to be. But instead, I was annoyed as hell and sporting a boner that could cut glass.And that shit was more confusing than trying to solve a Rubik’s cube blindfolded.

Talking about a mindfuck.

I squared my shoulders, trying to keep it together while my dick was practically doing cartwheels. “You think you can stop me?” I asked, invading her space, daring her to flinch.

“Try me,” she fired back, and made my cock throbbing in a way that defied all logic.

Damn, the audacity of this woman.

With a smirk that promised all kinds of trouble, I leaned in closer, our lips almost brushing.

“Challenge accepted, sweetheart,” I croaked out, forcing it through the haze of carnal hunger.

And just like that, all thoughts of murder and revenge faded away like they never even existed. Red might be a pain in my ass, but there was no one else I’d rather go toe-to-toe with.

Before she could even blink, I’ve got my hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer until our lips met in a collision of fury, tongues and teeth.

“You’ll learn to shut your pretty mouth,” I said sternly, “or I’ll shut it for you.”

“Make me,” she challenged and that got me hooked.

That’s all it took.

I slid my tongue into her mouth like I owned it, like I was marking my territory. And she moaned into me, this low, guttural sound that went straight to my cock and set it on fire.

Her mouth was hot, wet, desperate, and her tongue was everywhere, like she was trying to swallow me whole—and fuck if I wasn’t ready to let her.

I felt her nails sink into my back, leaving little half-moon marks that would probably scar up nicely. The way she arched her back, pressing her tits against my naked chest, as if she wasoffering herself up on a silver platter made me groan like a horny teenager discovering his first porn magazine.

Her gasp hit my lips, and she felt just how hard I was.

She shifted her body, grinding her thigh against my pulsating erection with a deliberate, torturous rhythm, and my cock was doing the Macarena in my pants as if it just won the lottery.

I grabbed her by that perfect, round ass of hers, and lifted her up like she weighed nothing. Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me in closer, tighter as I pinned her to the wall. Every inch of her body fit against mine like we were made for this.

I kissed her harder, deeper, like I was about to swallow her soul, and she met me head-on, tongues battling for control.

Our kisses turned sloppy and desperate as we rut against each other like animals in heat. And when she finally broke away, gasping for air, I knew I’ve had her.

“I can’t get enough of you,” I murmured, lips dragging down her neck, tasting the salt of her skin.

She looked at me with those fuck-me eyes and gasped, “That’s the idea, Lieutenant,” as her nails scraped down my back.

I let out a curse, my hands still gripping her ass like it was the Holy Grail, and all I could think about was how fucking good she felt wrapped around me like this.

“I want you,” I growled against her lips, “I want you so fucking bad.” I captured her mouth in a bruising kiss, pouring every ounce of lust and longing into the movement.

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