Page 43 of Dark Promise

Then he shifts. I don’t know where he is, what he’s doing. I see nothing from behind the cloth he tied over my eyes. I strain to hear him.

I gasp as I feel the rough scrape of his stubble as his lips touch the back of my neck. He kisses me there, slow and purposeful, his teeth grazing just enough to make me catch a sharp breath, every sensation heightened by my bindings and blindfold.

Being unable to see him, to anticipate his next move, is intoxicating. His hands slide up my thighs, parting them with deliberate intent. His touch is firm but reverent, like he’s memorizing every inch of me.

“You’ve thought about this, dreamed about it,” he murmurs, his voice like molten honey. “Haven’t you, goddess?”

“Yes,” I whisper, my voice shaky, the admission raw and unfiltered.

His chuckle is low and sinful. “Good. So have I.”

His hands slide around my body, coming to rest on my breasts. He rolls my nipples between his fingers, teasing, tormenting, gentle at first, then rougher, the calloused pads of his fingertips making me gasp and arch. He takes his time, every stroke and pinch and pull sending a jolt of lust straight to my pussy.

I whimper and pump my hips, finding no relief.

“Such a needy girl,” he whispers.

His lips blaze a trail down my body, his hands following. He slides one hand between my legs, stroking my clit so lightly Ibarely feel it. I make a sound of protest, of need. He ignores it and continues to touch me with just enough pressure to make me ache and sob, but not enough to take me higher. His fingers push inside me, making the ache twist tighter. I pump my hips, wanting—needing—more.

He swats my ass, a sharp sting, and I cry out in shock. In pleasure.

Oh, my god. Did I actually like that?

“Greedy girl. You get only what I choose to give you. Do you understand?” his voice is low, hard, the sound only twisting my lust tighter.

“Yes,” I whisper, biting my lip to keep from begging him to fuck me.

He keeps playing with me, teasing my nipples, my pussy, my clit.

I’m helpless to stop the moans spilling from my lips as he worships me. He takes his time, every touch, every kiss deliberate, designed to drive me to the edge. The tension coils tighter and tighter inside me until I’m trembling beneath him, the blindfold and my bound hands only amplifying the fire building between us.

“Nikolai,” I gasp, his name a plea, a command, everything I need.

He hums against my skin, his touch never wavering. “Say it, Sabina,” he demands, his voice low and commanding. “Say you’re mine.”

I hesitate, the words tangled in my throat, and he presses harder, his hands and mouth working me into a frenzy until there’s no room for defiance.

“I’m yours,” I cry out, the words spilling from me like a confession, a truth I can no longer deny.

“Good girl,” he growls, the words vibrating against my skin.

He positions himself behind me, over me, caging me with his big body, the broad head of his cock stretching my opening as he pushes inside, just a little, just enough to make me cry out.

And then he takes me, completely and utterly, his big cock stretching me, filling me, his size making the sensation a gorgeous mix of pleasure edged in pain. He fucks me with long, deep strokes, one hand toying with my nipple, the other reaching around to stroke my clit while I lie, pliant and pinned beneath him, taking whatever he chooses to give me.

There is only Nikolai—the feel of him, the sound of his voice, and the fire raging between us as he takes me, uses me, pleasures me.

It’s overwhelming, all-consuming, and when I finally shatter, it’s with his name on my lips, my body and soul utterly claimed by him. And as I lie there afterward, blindfolded, bound, and utterly sated, I realize I don’t only trust him with my body, with my secrets.

I’m beginning to trust him with my heart.

And that is a very dangerous thing.

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Nikolai

I untie my golden goddess,slowly removing the blindfold and letting her adjust to the soft glow of the firelight carrying into the bedroom through the open door to the living space. Her eyes meet mine, and the vulnerability there punches me in the gut. I pull her into my arms, wrapping her tightly against me.

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