Page 48 of Savage Promises

“You came all over my pants. Lick them clean.”

“Don’t have a good dry cleaner?” She attempts humor.

I grip her face harder. “I’m not playing with you. You want to act this way? I’ll treat you the way I’d treat any woman who used my hard-on to get off.”

Shaking, she slithers to the floor and rests between my legs. Christ, this might have been the biggest mistake yet. Glancing down, I see the shimmering pearly smudges her wet cunt left behind.

Right on my erection.

“Do it!”

She lowers her head in my lap and runs her tongue across my hard, aching dick. “Like this?”

“Yeah, just like that. Don’t fucking stop.” I know what I’m doing and Iknowit’s wrong. But my dick is an iron pipe in my pants that needs attention or I’ll go hurt someone.

Lennox has my pulse in achokehold.

I gyrate my hips, pushing my erection against her mouth. Precum floods my briefs. Heat surges down my spine and my balls tighten.

“Fuuuuck,”I mutter as I climax in my goddamn pants.

She’s aware of what’s going on and keeps her lips around my length as I spasm uncontrollably.

“You... We...” I see stars, my throat bone dry.

“I think you’re clean enough.” Lennox stands and strips off her wet thong. She’s wobbly and completely naked in the middle of the living room.

I stand and grip her chin. “Go into that bedroom and lock the door. This can’t and won’t happen again.”

“Shane,” she whines.

I grab a throw blanket from the sofa and wrap it roughly around her shoulders, forcing myself to forgethow she felt. “Go to sleep, Lennox. Please.”

She looks up at me, her eyes glassy and vulnerable. “You’re mad at me.”

“I’m mad at myself,” I say, steering her toward the bedroom.

I push open the door and practically fling her inside. I’m not to be trusted until she’s behind a locked door.

She grabs my hand, her grip surprisingly strong. “Shane, can I tell you something?”

“What, Lennox?” I’m curt because I hate myself right now.

She draws a deep breath, her gaze locking on mine. “I love you. I’ve always loved you.”

My heart fucking stops. Her confession hangs in the air, heavy and impossible to ignore.

“Lennox,” I begin, thinking of how to tell her that she doesn’t mean it, that it’s the alcohol and her tough day talking. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Nine years. That’s how long I’ve loved you.” She sniffs.

I swallow hard, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. “What the hell?”

For a moment, I’m furious. She’s loved me since she wasfifteen?My hazy brain attempts to do basic math. And she waited until I was a hostage to this marriage deal with her sister to tell me the words that can destroy me?

Lennox’s eyes close as she plops down on the king-size bed and curls up into a ball. I can’t hear any more confessions so I just pull a second blanket over her.

Wrecked, I watch her for a moment, her breath softening as she drifts off. Confident she’s asleep, I drag myself away and close the door.

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