Page 104 of Promise of Destruction
“Do you hate me?” I ask, kissing her again as I create an invisible trail down her back.
Soren is quiet, and I think at first she’s just unsure how to answer. And then I realize she’s still trying to maintain her silence, refusing me the satisfaction of hearing my name on her tongue.
I pull back quickly enough that she doesn’t even get a chance to figure out what’s happening before I deliver a quick slap across her ass. Soren jolts forward, a cry slipping out of her as she works to escape me. She hasn’t figured it out yet that she’ll never escape me again, so I guide her hips back toward me as I lower my lips to her ear.
“When I ask you a question,” my tongue darts out to lick the shell of her ear before pulling her lobe between my teeth. I can’t wait for the moment that I do this with her clit, taste her for the first time.
The pressure in my balls is too much—they’re hot and tight, full for her. She tests my patience—a prize unlike any other—and worth every bit of the sweet agony.
I tug her hair, still wrapped around my fist, until she arches against me, her bare back pressing into me while she tries to relieve the tension between my hand and her scalp. I let her ear drop from my mouth to tell her, “I want an answer.”
She makes a sound that comes out like a sigh, and I pull her flush against me. My erection slides under her legs, skimming her desperate clit, offering her just enough friction to drive her mad without filling the need I stoke in her.
“Yes.” She says, louder this time. It’s terse, full of a sound more like frustration than rage.
“I can’t hear you.” I tell her, transferring my grip on her to my other hand so that I can lift my palm through the air again. “What was that?”
My open hand swells on her ass just as she is opening her mouth to speak. Her simple answer turns into a scream loud enough to raise the dead. The sound of her scream-moaning “yesssss” nearly does me in, but I ignore the ache in me and swat her again.
“Let’s see what I can make redder.” I tell her. “Your face with your anger, or your ass with my hand?”
She backs into me in response, and I swat her again, the stinging spreading over my palm as I deliver stinging blow after stinging blow, pulling a symphony of screams out of her. In that symphony, she mutters a stream of profanity, her voice rising and falling in timbre as she cries out each time I bring her closer to the pleasure she doesn’t understand.
“Please,” she moans. She doesn’t have to finish that plea. I know she’s begging for release—I’ve been edging her from the moment that first sweet release overtook her, and she’s growing desperate for another. The pressure in her must be astronomical to beg me for what she wants, but there’s no way it rivals what I’m feeling.
“Please what?” I ask, my words whispering over her raw flesh. I press a kiss against the red skin, soothe it with a swirl of my tongue, and then pull back to deliver her a final slap.
“Fuck!” It sends her jerking forward and a sob claws out of her chest. “Fuck you!” She grits out, burying her face in the pillow under her chest.
“You will, baby.” I promise, reaching between her legs to get a hold on my cock. I pump it in my fist a moment, relief flooding through me as the pressure counteracts the straining desperation of my erection. “But first, it’s my turn.”
“Declan—” She warns, jumping to get away from me.
I grip the back of her neck and use the leverage she gives me to flip her back to face me, pinning her to the mattress beneath me.
“Open your mouth.”
Her eyes flash anger, but it only deepens the need burning a path through me. I grip myself tighter and try again.
“You can open your mouth, or I can open it for you.”
Her eyes flash again, and it’s damn near enough to pull me apart. But I manage to keep it together as she parts those pillow-soft lips and sucks in a breath. “I hate you.”
“Ren,” I moan, my eyes fluttering closed at the strain in her throat that turns her already-smoky voice downright sultry. “Say it again.”
She doesn’t hesitate. “Ihateyou.”
Fuccck.
This woman has no idea what she does to me. If she did, she’d luxuriate in the power instead of cowering under it.
I thrust two fingers deep inside of her needy pussy and push into her as far as I can go. She’s warm and soft, and so fucking wet for me as her body molds to my touch, letting me take control of her like a puppet.
“If you want to come again, you’ll have to work for it. Don’t stop.” I demand, pushing her hips until she gets the right rhythm.
Soren does as she’s told for once, rocking back and forth, grinding over my fingers, happy to have taken control even for a moment. Her need for release outweighs her pride, I guess, because she’s a quivering mess for me, her body shaking as she rides my hand.
“Keep going.” I encourage her. “Don’t stop until you come all over my fingers. I want to feel how much you need me.Show me.”
