Page 102 of Promise Me Forever

His eyes rake over my body, hot and dark. He stands up and prowls toward me. “I’m sorry,” he says. “Were you talking? I was distracted by imagining you tied up and begging for my cock.” He winks and leads me toward the bedroom where he keeps his ropes. Then he stands me in the middle of the floor and runs his hands over my naked flesh, giving me goosebumps. I shiver as he looks me up and down, his eyes assessing, biting his lower lip. My nipples pucker in response to his scrutiny.

“Are you planning what to do with me?” I ask, my voice small and breathless.

After removing several lengths of rope of all different thicknesses from the large wooden chest that holds all his equipment, he wraps one of them around my neck, very gently, then tightens the coil until I gasp. He pulls my pearls around it and uses both to tug me toward him. His hand goes to my bare ass, and he slams me into his hips. “I am, my little vixen. And you are going to love every fucking minute of it, aren’t you?”

I nod, my bottom lip caught between my teeth as I pant for breath, excitement and desire curling up my spine. “Yes sir.”

He groans. “You know what those words do to me, don’t you?”

“Yes sir.”

“God, you’re such a naughty fucking girl. Maybe I’ll spank this beautiful ass while you’re tied up for me. Shall I do that?” He slips his hand between my thighs, and his fingers toy with my sensitive flesh until I whimper.

“I asked you a question, Amelia.” He circles the tip of his finger at my wet entrance, teasing me.

“Yes please,” I gasp out, and he rewards me by sinking inside me. My knees buckle, and I would drop to the floor if he weren’t holding me up.

“Always so damn wet for me, baby.” His voice is a low, commanding growl.

I press my face against his chest and nod, my knees trembling as he finger-fucks me so slowly and skillfully that pleasure lights up every cell in my body.

“Drake,” I whimper, fingernails digging into the taut muscles of his biceps.

“I know, baby. You’re so fucking snug and wet. I’m gonna play with you all night.”

Oh, holy hell. My orgasm builds quickly and fiercely, ignited further by his filthy talk. I hold onto him, my entire body trembling as he sends me over the edge, sinking deeper and harder while his thumb brushes over my needy clit.

Coming down from the highest of highs, I sag into his arms. He carries me to the bed and lays me down on it. His eyes are dark and fierce as they rake over my body. “That was all for you, baby.” He licks his lips. “Now it’s my turn.”

Chapter

Fifty-Five

AMELIA—NEW YEAR’S EVE

Drake’s childhood home is full of laughter tonight. All of his brothers are here, along with extended family members, and it’s been an evening of fun, fine food, and even finer company. As an only child who recently lost her mom, being at the heart of something like this takes some getting used to—the noise, the banter, the way they all bounce off each other. I still feel a little shy around them sometimes, but I love every minute of it.

It’s getting close to midnight, and Nathan and Mel have disappeared. Maybe they’re tired, or maybe they’re otherwise engaged. It’s impossible not to notice that they can’t keep their hands off each other.

Drake was deep in conversation with Nathan earlier, and they ended their chat with a hug. Everyone seems to be in a good mood, and I’ve enjoyed meeting a few new people and spending some time with the now-sleeping baby Luke. He’s turning one in a couple of days, and I’m sure his parents will love the toddler drum set Drake and I picked out. I know I’m excited to attend his first concert.

I laugh as I watch Maddox demonstrate that he can in fact do a full circuit of the room walking on his hands and as Masonhands him a $100 bill afterward. I wouldn’t bet against Maddox when it comes to the wild and wacky, and I’m surprised Mason did. Elijah shakes his head at their antics and goes back to his cell phone. From the wicked smirk on his face, I’d bet my last dollar he’s talking to a woman. But who?

“Having fun?” asks Drake as he sidles up behind me. He slides his hands around my waist and pulls me back into him.

I rub myself against his body and smile in satisfaction when I feel his cock immediately respond. “I am now.” I’m wearing a dress that ties up the back, and his hands have been toying with it all night. I am indeed behaving like a vixen this evening. I knew exactly the reaction it would provoke in him.

“I’m looking forward to getting you out of this dress,” he says, whispering against my neck and making my heart beat faster. “It’s a very sexy dress, but not even half as sexy as the woman wearing it. You feeling naughty tonight, mi rosa?”

I glance up at him over my shoulder, my cheeks hot. “I guess I am, sir. I probably need to be punished.”

His cock twitches against me, and he groans. “You are a wicked, wicked woman. Now, come outside with me.”

Holding my hand, he pulls me with him toward the huge balcony that runs along the whole front of the house. He leads us both through the glass door and outside, where there’s a magnificent view of the lights of Manhattan laid out before us in the distance.

Even though it’s not quite midnight, there are already fireworks going off all over the city, multicolored explosions painting the inky black sky with glitter.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” I murmur, mesmerized.

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