Page 22 of Promised

It made me feel like he wanted me. Like he couldn’t control himself. I gasped as his fingers dug further into my flesh, shoving my legs wider, spreading me for him. He held me open for him to torture. I was completely at his mercy, and I wanted to be.

“Oh, god.” I moaned as I felt the edges of my orgasm.

My body tightened and shook as he moved faster. His tongue lashed at my clit as I rocked my hips.

The pleasure was so intense my eyes tried to fall closed, but I didn’t want to miss anything. I wanted to savor the moment. The emotions in his eyes. The strength of his body on mine. I wanted it all.

Because I knew it would go away again. I needed new memories to hang onto at night when I touched myself. When I tried to feel a little of the ecstasy that only he could give me.

But just as I was about to explode, my phone rang. The sound ripped me from my haze, forcing me back into reality. The real world where Adam had left me. Where he’d acted cold when we saw each other again. Where it was dangerous for both of us to be together.

He backed off as I twisted towards the nightstand, reaching for my phone. My stomach dropped as I looked at the screen. It was like I was a teenager again, getting caught with my secret boyfriend. The nerves and fear drowned me.

I licked my dry lips as I flicked my gaze back to Adam. “It’s my father. I have to answer it, or he’ll come looking for me.”

I watched as his features hardened. His eyes turned cold as I brought the phone to my ear. “Yes, father?”

“Ariella.” My chest tightened at his harsh tone. The one I was too familiar with. “Where are you?”

“I stayed at a friend’s.” I glanced around the room. Noting the expensive wallpaper and furniture. I didn’t picture Adam living in a place like this, but I guess I’d been wrong.

“Get home.” I could practically hear him grinding his teeth together as I flopped back on the bed. Adam still rested between my thighs; I shoved my dress down in a failed attempt to cover myself.

Now that he wasn’t touching me, embarrassment and regret set in. My skin heated, and my eyes burned. We shouldn’t have done this.

But my body ached. Hummed with the need to come. Screamed at me to keep going.

“I don’t take orders from you anymore.” I pressed a palm into my throbbing forehead. I didn’t have it in me to fight with my father right now. Not when I was hungover on alcohol and Adam.

“Obviously not.” He growled. “What were you thinking taking your sister out to the club? You know I’m days away from finding her a husband. What if something had happened to her?”

Of course, that’s what he cared about. It wasn’t my safety, but making sure his prize was intact. “She’s fine. I didn’t ruin your precious daughter.”

I didn’t blame her for being everything he’d asked. She’d seen what happened to me and our mother. The consequences of disrespecting a powerful man like our father.

“I’m fine, too.” I sighed. “Not that you asked.”

I stiffened as I felt Adam’s hands running up my legs again. My heart raced as he gripped the crease in my thighs and spread me open. My eyes widened as he started to lower his head.

“Don’t act ungrateful. This isn’t about you.” My father snapped in my ear; I barely heard him as I tried to close my legs. But Adam’s hold was too tight. I stifled a gasp as his stubble brushed my bare skin. “You had your chance for a good life. To be a part of this family. And instead, you acted like a whore.”

His words hit me straight in the chest, stealing the air from my lungs. Or maybe that was Adam.

I bit my lip to stop a moan from escaping as he flattened his tongue, swiping it down my pussy. He did it over and over like he was trying to lick me clean. My heart slammed against my ribs as I clamped my thighs around his head, trying to stop him. But he only increased his pace.

The blood roared in my ears as my body tightened. My pussy clenched around his tongue on each pass. Begging for something we shouldn’t be doing. I couldn’t control my reactions.

“Ariella, are you listening?” I shook my head as my father said my name, trying to clear the fog Adam was creating inside me.

“I-I can’t talk right now.” I gasped. It sounded like I was running a marathon. The breath sawing in and out of my lungs as Adam closed his lips around my clit.

His eyes locked with mine. I silently pleaded with him to stop. But instead of his gaze softening with concern or pleasure, it turned cold and hard.

It was like he was getting enjoyment out of my panic. Like he was trying to punish me. I saw it right before he sucked hard on my clit. An involuntary whimper escaped my chest as my body jolted with pleasure.

I hated it. Hated that I couldn’t stop the physical response.

“What could be more important than discussing your sister’s marriage?” I could hear the anger in my father’s voice. But oddly, it made the warmth under my skin spread. It felt like I was getting away with something. “We are hanging on by a thread with Matteo and the family.”

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