Page 128 of Promises in the Dark

I couldn’t fucking breathe, couldn’t fucking think straight and my body reacted instinctively, muscles tightening beneath her touch.

A feminine voice responded, not quite matching the one in my memories.

“Would you like me to be her?” I was too out of it to register the difference immediately.

I was too far gone to fully process what was happening.

Confusion clouded my mind as I felt my pants being unbuttoned, a pair of lips trailing kisses along my torso. I got lost in the sensation, the alcohol dulling my senses. Her hands moved lower, brushing against the waistband of my pants before slipping inside.

That made my dick twitch even harder.

Instinct took over, even though something about this feltwrong.

“Oh, fuck…”

But then something felt off—too familiar yet foreign all at once. My mind struggled to process, but then it clicked.

This wasn’t Red.

“Raven, what the fuck?” I managed to say, trying to push her away, but my movements were slow and uncoordinated. “Get out.”

She didn’t stop, her hand sliding down further, teasing my cock. I moaned, fucking involuntarily—my body betraying me like a weak piece of shit.

“We both need to blow off some steam,” she purred, her words slinking into my brain like fucking poison.

“Leave, Raven,” I demanded again, but my voice lacked the strength it needed.

Fucking alcohol was cutting me off at the knees.

But she didn’t listen. Her hand cupped me through my pants, and I couldn’t help it. A guttural sound ripped out of my throat, no matter how hard I tried to fight it. I hated myself for it.

“What’s the matter, Rogue?” she asked, her hand rubbing me through the fabric, making it impossible to think straight. “Isn’t my touch enjoyable?”

I grabbed her wrist, trying to push her away, but my strength was sapped by the booze. “This isn’t what I want,” I muttered, fighting to stay coherent. “I need you to leave. Now.”

But my cock was rock hard, and my hips jerked up, grinding against her hand. She didn’t move, her hand still working me like I wasn’t losing my fucking mind.

“You might say that, but your body tells a different story.”

I pushed her away again, more forcefully this time, even though my cock was screaming at me to do the opposite. “I said, get the fuck out.”

She leaned in, the tip of her tongue flicking against my earlobe. My hands itched to rip her off, but my body wasn’t playing along.

“Come on, Rogue,” she coaxed, her hand still wrapped around my cock. “Let go for once. Just enjoy it.”

I gritted my teeth as she tightened her grip on me. “Raven, if you don’t leave right now, I swear to God I’ll—"

“Fine,” she huffed, raising her hands like she was surrendering. “We’ll stick to business.”

I struggled to focus, forcing myself to sit up straighter, trying to shake off the goddamn fog. “Start talking, then,” I snapped, my patience razor-thin.

My head was pounding, and I could barely focus, but she wasn’t getting out of this without saying her piece.

Raven sighed, crossing her arms. “Maybe I should come back later, when you’ve sobered up,” she suggested, turning towards the door.

I shook my head, impatient. “Spill it. Now,” I ordered.

She turned back to face me, arranging her uniform. “I thought about what you said earlier,” she began slowly. “And I don’t think we should trust Viper.”

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