Page 108 of Cruel Promise

I try to calm my breathing down, but it’s pointless. I feel too alive right now to calm down.

Then he begins to move.

His fingers run up and down my folds, making me gasp. Wetness comes out of me, coating his fingers, which he uses torub me more firmly. When his finger brush my clit, I almost lose my mind.

My toes curl from the pleasure of it.

Nik doesn’t take his eyes off mine. Not once. We’re locked in a heated battle with our gazes while he touches me between my legs. The fact we’re doing this during the day, in his car, makes everything feel wilder.

When he palms my entire vulva, the sensation sends such an intense pleasure through me, I can barely breathe.

He must sense this because he says, “It’s ok. Just feel.”

I relax slightly and let myself get caught in the moment. My hips rock against his hand as he rubs me harder. I need more, more, more.

And then, finally, my orgasm hits, and I fall.

Nik keeps his hand between my legs even after I’ve calmed down. “I’ve wanted to touch you ever since I first saw you.”

I blush.

He removes his hand and pulls my underwear back up and dress my back down. “Let’s go home.”

Let’s go home indeed.

NIKOLAI

The scent of Ava’s pussy is still on my hand as I pull my gun out of my pocket and aim it at Jason’s head.

Ava is sound asleep in her bed, and I’m back in New Haven, ready to settle unfinished business.

“Please, don’t,” Jason cries as he sits on his knees in the middle of the warehouse I brought him to. I snatched him right out of his bed, and no one noticed. “Please.”

“I told you to leave my wife alone. But you just didn’t get the message.”

“Ple—”

I shoot him in the head. He never got to finish his sentence.

Jason falls face first onto the floor. I call my cleanup crew to deal with the body and then head back to New York.

It’s my job to fix loose ends, and Jason was a fucking loose end if I’ve ever seen one.

The house is deadly quiet when I enter and walk upstairs. The truth is, I hate the quiet. When everything is quiet, I’m left alone with my thoughts, and I hate the thoughts that go through me.

I’m almost to my bedroom door when I hear Ava behind me.

“Nikolai?” She’s standing halfway out of her room, wearing a white nightgown I want to peel off her body.

“What are you doing up?”

“I can’t stop thinking.”

I start to smile. So, it’s been on her mind just as much as it’s been on mine?

“About my mom,” she says, making my smile disappear.

“What about her?”

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