Page 41 of Promises in the Dark

“I said I’m fine,” she emphasized, taking a few slow steps. “Now let’s go.”

Fuck.

She was so beautiful and tempting, I could barely resist the need to reach out and taste her. Instead, I pulled out the crumpled map from my pocket, trying to orient myself on how the hell I was supposed to get the fuck out of this shithole of a city.

I traced my finger along the streets, mapping out a path that would hopefully lead us to safety. There were so many streets that all looked the same, which didn’t make it any easier to figure out where we were.

I tucked the shitty map back into my pocket, cursing to myself as I did. I burned a few escape routes into my brain and started moving, not too fast, but not slow enough to get our asses killed. Red had just puked her guts out; she wasn’t in any shape to push it.

The Talis had their dicks firmly planted in the city, and it was a nightmare trying to find an escape route. But fuck them—I wasn’t about to let those goat-fucking extremists box us in like rats.

As we approached a crowded market, my guts tightened with adrenaline as I eyed the crowd, looking for any hint of danger. There were too many unknown variables here.

Talis were swarming the area like cockroaches, their beady eyes scanning for any signs of rebellion or resistance. We had to find a way to slip out like ghosts.

I grabbed Red’s arm and yanked her into a narrow alley.

“We can’t go forward,” I grunted, keeping my voice low. “We’ll have to find another route.”

We weaved through a labyrinth of filthy-ass alleyways, and fucking hell, the smell of garbage and decay was unbearable, burning our throats and making us choke.

I was holding my breath, trying not to gag as I made my way through the crowd, pushing Red along as I went. The city seemed to be designed to fuck with my nerves and trap us, butand it was succeeding. There weren’t any straight roads, only narrow alleys and crooked side streets, making it impossible to know where everything would lead and which way was the right one.

Up ahead, I spotted a crumbled wall. I grabbed Red and pointed.

“There. We’re going over that wall.”

“What’s the plan?” she asked.

I tilted my head to take a closer look at it. She did the same and raised her eyebrows. “When I say go, we run. Don’t look back, don’t hesitate. Just fucking run.”

Red started pulling off her abaya, and I couldn’t help but let my eyes roam over her body as she revealed what had been hidden beneath all that fabric. My gaze raked over every curve, hunger tightening my chest and stiffening my cock.

My mouth went dry as I imagined my hands gripping her hips, my lips and tongue tasting every inch of her exposed flesh. The thought of tasting her, of hearing her moans of pleasure, drove me to the brink of madness.

I felt my desire grow, my cock painfully hardening at the view before me, desperate for any form of contact with her warmth. My pulse quickened, my breath hitching in my chest as I resisted the urge to reach out and touch her.

The ache in my pants became unbearable as I imagined the delicious friction of our bodies coming together over and over again.

Focus, you depraved bastard.

“Ready to go?” I forced the words out, barely able to concentrate with my cock hard as steel.

She nodded, and we bolted toward the wall. She was running on fumes, barely keeping it together, but I had to give her credit—she didn’t stop. Even as her steps faltered and her breaths grew labored, she pushed through it.

When we reached the wall, I boosted her up, my hands gripping her ass as she pulled herself over. I followed, feeling the jagged stones rip into my palms, but I didn’t give a shit.

The only thing that mattered was getting the fuck out of there, leaving those Taliban pieces of shit behind. With a final push, I landed on the other side and looked up just in time to see Red about to jump down.

But then I heard footsteps and shouts behind us, getting closer.

Fucking hell.

I jerked Red’s arm and pulled her down with me, her body falling onto mine as we dropped down onto the ground. She let out a muffled gasp as she hit the ground, her knees scraping across the rough and jagged rocks, leaving deep cuts on them.

“For fuck’s sake,” she cursed, wincing in pain.

“Sorry,” I said, but my voice was drowned out by the sounds of approaching footsteps.

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