Page 5 of Promise of Hellfire

He placed the vibrator against my clit again, once more at the lowest setting, and I rocked against it, hoping he wouldn’t remove it this time. Nothing else mattered as I chased my orgasm with the toy between my legs and his lips on my skin. I heard his zipper lower, and the toy shut off again. Beads of sweat formed on my heated skin as I pushed my hips back towards Dominic, seeking any relief he would give me. He clicked his tongue as he dragged the tip of his cock through my wetness, teasing me. It rubbed against my sensitive clit and I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling. “Not yet. I promise to make it worth your while.”

Over and over Dominic teased me with his body and the vibrator until I was panting and writhing against the mattress. He wrapped an arm around my stomach, his chest against my back. “Are you ready to beg for it yet, sweetheart?” he whispered in my ear. His breath brushed against my skin and goosebumps formed at his words.

I swallowed roughly and nodded. Anything to relieve the frustration that had built up inside of me. My voice came out in a low whimper. “Please.”

He nipped my ear. “Please what, Rayne? Tell me what you need.”

I licked my lips. “Please let me come. I want to feel you inside of me.”

With those magic words, he placed the vibrator between my legs again and lined himself up behind me. With one fluid motion, he increased the toy’s speed and plunged inside. A deep, guttural cry left my lips, and I came so hard that the edges of my vision darkened.

His fingers dug into my hips as he moved inside of me, my walls clamping around him. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this. My cock inside of you, completely lost,” he gritted out. Wave after wave hit me as he pushed in and out with punishing strokes. He turned the vibrator up again. “I know you can come again for me,” he said, each syllable emphasized by our skin slapping together.

With those words, I fell into oblivion again. “Good girl,” he murmured, finally removing the toy from between my legs and flipping me onto my back. His body hovered above me for a moment as he tenderly wiped a thumb across my cheek and then pumped into me once more. I arched towards him, seeking the contact of his lips.

He licked at my lower lip before capturing it between his teeth while my hips moved with his, matching his rhythm. He grabbed the headboard and buried his head against my shoulder as he slammed into me several more times before collapsing on top of me. We were covered in a thin sheen of sweat and our ragged breaths mingled together.

My thoughts were fuzzy and I was certain my muscles were made of liquid.So this is what bliss feels like.

Dominic rolled over and removed the rope wound around my body, his fingers tracing the indentations left behind on my skin. His lips peppered kisses across the lines, and once he was done, he pulled me close. I laid my head on his chest and trailed my fingers along the planes of his body.

“Close your eyes, Rayne. You need some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be another long day,” he murmured into my hair, gently caressing my side.

And I did. I floated to sleep in the darkness that night and left the thoughts plaguing me behind.

Chapter three

Ethan

AfterIleftthepenthouse, I sat on my motorcycle in the parking garage, wondering what the hell I was doing.

I always knew my father was a piece of shit. He was abusive and the tattoos on my back covered scars from my childhood. The fact that he was involved with selling women shouldn’t surprise me, but it did. I removed my phone out of my pocket and dialed Ignacio’s number.

“What’s up, man? I’m surprised to be talking to you again so soon,” he answered, yelling into the phone. The background was a low roar, and I heard a woman cheering.

“Not calling about business, though I suppose I should update you soon. Where are you right now?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. I had a suspicion about where he was. If I was right, it would be the perfect solution.

“One of those types of days?” he chuckled over the line. “The old factory on 22nd. I’ll see you in a few.”

I slid my phone back into my pocket and pulled on my helmet. The engine roared to life under me and I took off, hoping cops wouldn’t bust the fight before I got there. The last thing I needed was to land myself in the city jail tonight. Rayne and Dominic both might murder me.

The wind whipped around me while I raced across town, biting at my exposed skin. My thoughts were consuming me and I barely felt the cold. I pulled up to the old cinder block building, paint peeling on the exterior, and parked on the side. I swung my leg over and strode inside, listening to my heart pound in my ears and the crunch of gravel under my boots. Tomorrow morning, I would show up at the apartment with bruises and cuts lining my face, but it was worth it. I didn’t need a quick fight today. I needed the pain. The sting of someone’s punch landing on my flesh.

I walked over to Maurice and leaned down. “Any spots still open for me, baby?” I asked and threw in a wink.

Maurice sighed at me. “I mean, the answer should be no. You’re the most unreliable person I know, playboy. You just show up every few weeks and flirt your way onto the list.”

“Don’t be like that. I make you plenty of money when you let me fight.” I lowered my voice. “Plus, I really need it. Please.”

The older man shook his head in resignation and grabbed his pen. “How do you feel about going up against those two?” He jerked his head to the left toward two burly guys standing in the corner. Both had shaved heads and long beards, wearing leather jackets with patches on them.

“I didn’t know you were letting the local chapter of Satan’s Sinners fight now, Maury.” I glanced over at them again. Both were tall and broad. Made like professional linebackers. I cracked my knuckles. “Yeah. I can take them.”

He raised his eyebrows. “You’re much too pretty to have a death wish. Fine, I’ll put you down.” He pointed his thumb in my opponent’s direction. “I’m betting against you tonight. Those guys are ruthless. Broke some guy’s arm last week.”

I grinned at him. “Perfect. You always know how to take care of me. Where’s Ignacio?”

“Usual spot. I don’t know why either of you still come to this. Y’all are getting too old. Doesn’t your body hurt the morning after having the shit beaten out of you?”

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