Page 62 of Dark Promise

When her mouth closes around me, I groan, the sound low and guttural. Her tongue swirls over the sensitive head before she takes me deeper, her eyes locked on mine. She’s unrelenting, her movements precise, devastating. And the way she’s looking up at me, like my cock is some gourmet treat she’s indulging in.

With another groan, I pump forward, fucking her mouth, my cock sliding in to touch the back of her throat. She moans, not in dismay, but with lust, the sound making me even hotter. She’s fucking enjoying this, enjoying teasing me, pulling me to the edge.

My hands find her hair, threading through the silky strands, anchoring me as she pulls me apart, piece by piece.

“Fuck, Sabina,” I murmur, my voice thick with pleasure. “You’re going to ruin me.”

Her response is a hum of approval, the vibration sending sparks of electricity through my body. My hands tighten in her hair, my hips jerking instinctively, pushing deeper into the hot, wet pull of her mouth.

With a strained groan, I pull her away, guiding her to her feet. Her lips are swollen, her lipstick smeared, her cheeks flushed, her light blue eyes alight with mischief and desire. She looks like sin incarnate, and I want nothing more than to drown in her.

I pull her toward me and cup her face, kissing her fiercely, tasting myself on her lips.

My hands slide down to the slit in her dress, pushing it aside to bare her thigh.

She reaches beneath her dress, slipping her panties down her legs and stepping out of them. Then with a little smile, she ballsthem up, leans forward, and tucks them into the pocket of my tuxedo.

“Just in case you need a reminder later,” she murmurs.

I laugh, the sound strained, husky. Fuck, this woman undoes me.

Slowly, she pulls her dress up, baring long legs in sky-high heels, then baring her naked cunt. The sight of her, bold and unashamed, steals what little restraint I have left. I pull her onto my lap, and she straddles me, the heat of her searing against my skin.

I slide my hand between her legs. Her cunt is wet, hot, and as I slide a finger in, so fucking tight. I smear her moisture over her clit, the lips of her cunt, and she rocks into my touch with a sexy little gasp.

Her hands grip my shoulders as she lowers herself onto me, and we both moan at the sensation. She’s tight, wet perfection, her cunt enveloping me, stretching to take the width and length of me. I grip her hips, guiding her movements as she sets a rhythm, slow and deliberate at first, then faster, more desperate.

“Fuck, Sabina,” I growl, my hands roaming her body, as she sets a rhythm, slow at first, then faster, more frantic.

Her head falls back, her sleek dark hair cascading over her shoulders as she moves above me. I lean forward and kiss the spot where her neck meets her shoulder, then lick her, tasting the salt of her skin.

I feel her tightening around me, her movements becoming erratic, and I know she’s close. I thrust up to meet her, my fingers moving to her clit, rubbing, stroking, pushing her over the edge. Her climax comes like a storm, her body trembling, her cries echoing in the small room. The sight and feel of her shattering in my arms, the sounds of her release, pull me over the edge, pleasure crashing over me in waves.

For a long moment, neither of us moves. We’re tangled together, our breaths mingling, our hearts pounding in unison. I press a kiss to her temple, my hands gently stroking her back as the world slowly comes back into focus.

“You’re mine,” I murmur again, my voice soft but firm. She is my obsession. “Do you understand that, Sabina? You’re mine.”

She lifts her head to look at me. “And you’re mine,” she whispers, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands as she pushes her hair back from her face.

Eventually, we pull ourselves together, straightening our clothes and stealing one last kiss before stepping back into the hallway. The gala is still in full swing, the noise and lights a stark contrast to the intimacy we just shared.

I walk her back to Nicole and Leo, my hand lingering on the small of her back before I let her go. Leo’s gaze meets mine, and though no words are exchanged, the look he gives me speaks volumes. He’ll stand with me when the time comes. I nod, a silent agreement passing between us.

As I turn to leave, I glance back one last time. Sabina is watching me, her expression unreadable but her eyes blazing with an intensity that burrows into my chest, gnawing at my resolve. It’s almost impossible to walk away, to trust someone else with her safety, even if that someone is Leo Russo, a man who would burn the world to keep his sister safe.

But I am nothing if not a realist. Tonight, I can’t be the one to protect her. Tonight, beside me would be the most dangerous place for her to be.

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Sabina

Leo is called away.Nicole turns to watch him go while my gaze stays fixed on Nikolai as he wends his way through the crowd, each step taking him further away from me.

When we both turn back to face each other, I notice she’s holding a glass of champagne. I snatch it out of her hand.

“You shouldn’t be drinking this in your condition,” I admonish. “Let me help.”

I down it in one gulp, only to find that it’s sparkling grape juice.

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