Page 52 of Brutal Promise

“Doubtful. You don’t impress me as a person who will ever be out of it in public.” I can’t help but grin, knowing how she comes undone for me in the bedroom. The mere thought of her yelling for me to fuck her makes my cock hard.

Men with wives are escorted to tables, but they can’t pass ours without glancing at Izzy. I’m angry they are so brazen to ogle her with their unabashed eyes—men like me, who are used to getting what they want. I suppress a territorial growl. I turn my attention back to Izzy. I do believe my princess is enjoying herself. She wraps a strand of hair around her finger, and God, I want to fuck her right on the table. She has no idea how seductive she is without even trying.

New York-style cheesecake with fresh berries shows up without us asking. She can’t finish it and adamantly refuses to take it home. I don’t get a bill but leave hundreds of dollars on the table to tip our waiter.

I’m slightly buzzed as Anton drives us back to the condo. The guards are waiting for us outside to inform us that the building is secure. In our private elevator, Izzy stands with her back to the wall, and I stand close enough to nuzzle her neck, inhaling the soft scent of lilac and vanilla.

My cock is hard. I want her. I grab her wrists, and her clutch falls to the floor. She lets out a surprised gasp, and my lips cover hers. I hold her arms over her head, my pelvis pinning her against the wall. I slip my tongue into her mouth and taste the raspberry from the cheesecake.

I will devour her. My free hand slides down her body, over her hips, hips that will widen when she delivers my son. I cup her ass, holding her immobile. She has nowhere to go when my cock presses into her abdomen.

I’m drunk on desire. Feeling the heat between us, she clutches my neck and grinds her pelvis into mine.

A raspy groan escapes my throat.Fuck. If the elevator hadn’t dinged, I would have her stripped naked and carried her to my bed. My breathing is ragged as I pick up her purse, and we make our way down the hall, kissing and groping each other like young lovers. I slip my card into the lock, pull her inside, and let the door close and lock behind us.

The kitchen’s recessed lighting paves the way to the bedroom. She unbuckles my belt and unzips my pants. I step out of my shoes and slide my boxers off, shedding my jacket as I nuzzle her neck. My pants fall by the wayside as I pursue her. She turns. I unzip her dress and kiss her supple neck. The material slips off her delicate shoulders and drops to the floor. I’m shocked when I take in my soon-to-be wife, scantily clad in crotchless underwear and a matching lacy bra.

My cock twitches and swells even more as I run my hands over her breast, knowing the thin fabric is the only thing between me and her full perky breasts. I cup one tit, squeezing it hard to show my desire to have her. I flick one strap off her shoulder and push the fabric away to expose her breast. I lock my lips on her hard nipple, flicking it with my tongue. Her back arches slightly, and I run my other hand over her lacy bottom, grab her tight ass, and give it a firm squeeze. l let out a groan that sounds more like a growl.

I slip my fingers into the warm nest between her legs. She’s dripping for me, and it makes my cock throb. We’ve worked our way to the bed. I put a foot on the mattress, grab my cock, and rub the tip around her velvety entrance. I push the tip past her folds, knowing my precum could get her pregnant. The thought of impregnating her is making me harder than I thought possible. What better way to keep her tied to me after the threat is gone?

I nip at her nipple, and she yelps. My lips move up her neck.

She pulls back. “What about a condom?” she suggests.

I let out a low chuckle. “Do you want me to stop, Izzy? I know you want me just as much as I want you. You can’t deny it.” I let go of my cock and cup her pussy, flicking a finger over her clit and feeling it harden in anticipation.

I palm her wetness and run my fingers around her lips, slick with her clear, sweet juice.

She moans and arches her back, offering up her pussy. My finger slips inside, and I finger fuck her, making her twist and moan before she collapses on the bed.

I lay over her, pulling her arms over her head. Her knees are together as she writhes under me, her body twisting. Her desire is evident.

“Ahh,” she gasps, her head rolling side to side in slow motion.

“Tell me what you want. I will never take you against your will. But say it because I need to sink my cock in you.”

“Mm.” She moves her legs apart, her hips lifting off the mattress.

“Use words, Izzy.”

I place my swollen tip inside her pussy. Her wetness bathes me.Fuck, I’m about to take her regardless of what I promised.

“Izzy.” Unable to hold out much longer, I can barely speak.

“Fuck me,” she begs at last.

My cock slams her so hard her head almost hits the headboard. “Oh,” she gasps as I fill her with my girth. Her walls are warm and inviting. I groan as I lose myself in her.

I tease her, holding her arms at first as she twists under me, her urgency becoming evident as her walls grip my cock. I drop my mouth to her breasts and tug at her nipple, making her moan with pleasure. She’s ripe for me, but I delay her gratification. I release her hands, and she immediately clamps them onto my back, digging her nails into me like a cat scratching a post.Fuck, that’s hot.

I grab a fistful of hair with one hand and slide the other under her toned ass to cradle her for my next thrust.

She moans softly. Her eyes are closed, and her neck is exposed. I suck on it, leaving a mark. She lifts her hips for a better angle as we fuck each other, spellbound by our desire and lust. I feel her clit quicken and pull out, slipping down to her shaved pussy. She spreads her legs wide, and I have her for dessert. I nip at her swollen clit, and her body is on the cusp of convulsing. I run my warm tongue up the inside of her thigh and lick everything but her clit, teasing her.

She grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks me up.

“Fuck me. I can’t take it anymore,” she wails.

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