Page 78 of Unbroken Promises

Danica

Breaking free of Diane’s chokehold, I gasp as I try to catch my breath. Panic threatens to overwhelm me, but I close my eyes for a brief moment, letting instinct and years of training take over as I knock her back, buying myself a brief moment of respite. I round to face her, and she is there once more, throwing a punch at me. With quick movements, I block her and throw a return punch, knocking her back several feet. Blood drips down into my eye from when she had me pinned and slammed my face into the ground, and I taste copper in my mouth.

With wild eyes, breathing heavily, she looks from me, to where the gun has fallen several feet away. She makes a dive for the gun that I liberated from the guard outside, but I see the calculation in her eyes, and move just a little faster. We land at the same time, and I fight for control of the weapon. She has a firm grip on it, but I hear the struggle behind me, knowing Theo is fighting for his life against Tony. I want it more than she does, and I am willing to fight dirty. Yanking her arms closer to me, I tilt my head and bite into her arm as hard as I can.

Her screams of agony fill the room as the taste of her blood fills my mouth. Diane pulls away from me, but it’s too late. She flinched when I bit into her, and I didn’t hesitate. Taking full advantage, I grasp the gun and roll out from under her reach, taking a deep breath, I don’t hesitate as I aim and shoot, and she drops. I fall back to the ground, desperately trying to catch my breath and still my racing heart but more shouts fill my ears, and I roll to my knees, trying to get a good sight on Theo but another gunshot fills the air, and then there is an eerie silence. I freeze, gunraised and ready to take aim at whomever is coming for us next, but a voice breaks through the stillness.

“It’s me, Ellis. Stand down.”

Without hesitation, I drop the gun and collapse to the ground, exhausted. Theo is at my side in seconds, his blood dripping onto me as he hurriedly checks me over.

“Baby, are you okay? La mia diavoletta, eyes on me.”

I stare blankly up at the ceiling as he pulls me up into his arms, but Jonathan is at his side seconds later.

“She’s going into shock. Danica, look at me. I need you to focus. Ellis!”

My attention snaps to him, confusion warring with relief.

“Are you hurt?” I know what he means. We have trained for this. No, I’m not hurt, at least, nothing I haven’t been through before. I just blink.

“Theo, I need you to put her down. She’ll be fine, but you need to see a medic. Come on, man. Let’s go.”

Theo’s grip tightens on me, as if reluctant to let me go. I smile wanly at him, and he bends down to kiss my forehead.

“I’ll be fine, Theo. Really. I’m okay. But you are bleeding all over the place.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t care. I’m alright.”

Moving to a standing position, he pulls me up with him, but sways on his feet.

“Alright there, Giovanni. You’re going to the medic right now. Ellis here would have my balls if I let you bleed out after the shit you just went through to try and save one another. Let’s go.”

Not taking no for an answer, Jonathan wraps one of Theo’s arms over his shoulders and guides him out of the room. Before I have a chance to blink, Finn is at my side, doing the same for me, and we are both led out of the room so filled with death.

Epilogue

Danica

Two Weeks Later

Breathless moans fill the air as I stretch lazily across the luxurious sheets. “Mmm, Theo.” My hands reach down to gently graze his hair, but his tongue slides through me in a delicious swipe, before flicking playfully against my clit and I gasp, grasping his hair more tightly.

“Jesus.” My voice is breathy, “If this is how you wake a girl up, I should have moved in with you years ago.”

He grins, scruff rubbing against my delicate skin before he redoubles his efforts, inserting two fingers into me, curling to rub against my G-spot as he sucks on my clit, nipping it gently. “Oh! Fuck! Oh my God, Theo! That feels so good!” My toes curl, and my back arches off the bed, hips rising to meet his mouth as I open my legs wider to give him better access.

He moans deeply, pulling away momentarily to kiss the inside of my thigh. “You taste so fucking good, il mio passerotto. Such a good fucking girl.” He swipes his tongue languidly along my slit. “Look how pretty you are, dripping for me. You like it when I wake you with my tongue?”

And he had. I’m not sure how long he was working on me while I lay sleeping in our bed. I had moved into the home he built for us about a week ago, and every morning since, he had taken his time, waking me up with his hard cock or his tonguebefore he left for practice. Based on how slick I am, I would guess he had been working on me for a while. I must have been exhausted to have slept through his teasing ministrations for so long. But then, after how long he kept me up last night, fucking me on the kitchen counter, then again against the floor to ceiling windows spanning across our bedroom that overlook the countryside, I didn’t have any energy left to keep my eyes open.

“Ah!” He hits a sweet spot, deep inside me with his tongue, fingers playing in unison and I swear I see stars.

He growls against my dripping pussy. “Not yet, my naughty little devil. You aren’t allowed to come anywhere but on my fucking cock. I’m going to keep filling you up until you are dripping with me, until you are so full of me that my seed sticks and you are swollen with my baby.”

Jesus!My breath whooshes out of me as he grabs me by the hips, rolling us both until I am sprawled across his chest and his hard cock is buried deep inside of me. Fuck! He feels so good.

Bracing my hands against his chest, I push myself upright, leaning down to lick a path across his chest and playfully nip at his nipple piercing, shifting my hips in time with the motion of my tongue.

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