Page 53 of The Promises We Break

Elliot.

An uncontrolled sound releases from my throat that sounds more like a territorial growl. It’s unintentional, and I cover it up by clearing my throat before she continues.

“He hated oral sex—both ways.” She tucks a loose strand behind her ear, biting nervously at the corner of her bottom lip. “He only liked to be on top, so when?—”

“Mmhmm, I understand,” I interrupt her so I don’t need to continue to envision another man touching her, regardless of how bad it was.

Her eyes flicker up to me with a shy smile before returning her gaze back to her hands.

“So, my little red is going to open a sex club, but plot twist, hasn’t had any sex.”

“I’ve had sex,” she counters back defensively.

“That wasn’t sex.” I lift from my kneeling position and wrap my hands around her hips, pulling her flush against me, crashing her lips to mine. She moans into my mouth, and Iswallow the sound, claiming it just like I want to claim everything else about her.

Keeping my grip on her ass, I stand, and her legs naturally pretzel around me as I carry her into the bedroom.

“Lesson one starts now.”

29

EMBER

Hudson carries me into the bedroom that now feels like a lion’s den.

The moment I shared my request with him, curiosity and concern etched over his face, but it was quickly replaced with a lust I’ve only ever felt from him.

The sexual tension has always run naturally high between the two of us. There’s no way either one of us can avoid it, but being away from each other for two weeks only poured gasoline on that already flaming inferno.

I feel it, he feels it, and I just gave this man free reign of all my sexual pleasures.

I can’t say I regret that one bit.

He stops at the end of the bed and I unwrap myself from around him. Standing in front of him as he towers over me, my eyes trail up his chest, to his clenched jaw, as I see his tongue dart out to wet his lower lip. He stares at me behind hooded eyes, and his dark gaze turns every ounce of my body to liquid.

“I’m going to tease you, all night long, which will only be a sliver of the pain and suffering you put me through the last two weeks.”

Okay, I might have some regrets.

Leaning down, he kisses me. His soft lips and gentle touch contradict the wildness behind his eyes. He steps back, one, two, three strides, and I instantly feel the glacial distance.

I stand there, as if on display, while he observes from a distance. His dark shadow is ominous in the corner and so goddamn seductive, I can’t help but moan as pleasure begins to build in my core.

“Take off your clothes. Strip for me,” his voice gravelly, somehow so desperate, yet so controlled.

And somehow, I easily comply.

I tuck my thumbs into the waistband of my leggings and bend forward, stepping out of them and kicking them aside. I reach behind my back to loosen the knot in my shirt, and when it splays open, I cross my arms over each other, reaching for the hem, and pull it over my head in one swoop, tossing it to the ground.

I stand there, exposed in the silence. Only the sound of my own breath can be heard until I see his silhouette move with a subtle zipping sound. He moves back another step, sitting down on the chair that’s placed just a few feet from the bed. The moonlight shines through the small opening in the window, expertly casting light exactly where he is sitting.

He’s watching me. His jeans splayed open at the center, hands on the armrest of the chair, stoic. Like a king, surveying his land.

“Touch yourself, Ember. Show me where you like to be touched.”

Well, shit.

My pulse is racing, and I can feel my heartbeat in every corner of my body. Most prominently at the center of my core that causes my knees to buckle in where I’m standing.

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