Page 116 of I Promise You
As soon as my hand touches the door handle, he grips my wrist tight, even painfully. He tightens his hold on me, and I look up to meet darkened, lustful eyes.
I wince at the sudden shock it sends down between my thighs. A familiar sensation that has me devastated, wanting more.
“Did you just sass me, little angel? You know what happens when you act out.” His tone is anything but sweet. His deep, husky voice reverberates with a low growl.
I swallow nervously.
“Seat belt. On.” I do as I say because the way he’s looking at me has me frozen with obedience, and I’m lowkey afraid,excited…yet intrigued about what his punishment will be for me.
I settle back into my seat, securing myself in. The way Danny is so possessive of me has me melting with the reminder of who I fell for.
I haven’t forgotten, but lately, he’s shown me a side of him that I always knew he had. He’s been patient, gentle, kind, but tonight?
He’s grim like the Reaper.
The dark side of him creeps back in.
He’s always been able to keep me in a chokehold with his unpredictable needs.
I’m about to be punished. I know it, and our interactions sober me up entirely. The engine roars after he climbs in and starts his truck.
We don’t say a word to each other; instead, Avenged Sevenfold music fills the dark tension between us.
I don’t ask if he’s taking me to his place or mine. I wait as the throbbing between my thighs doesn’t let up, but gets worse as he turns onto my street.
He’s taking me back to my place, and I’m wishing he took me to his instead. I need to move on. I need to run away…and yet I’m silently hoping I end up in his bed tonight, holding him until his warmth replaces the emptiness. I look out his tinted windows to see the ground covered in only an inch or two of snow. It’s not much, but it’s enough to feel like winter.
The alcohol has worn off, and I’m desperate to run into my house, away from him. I can’t give in to the temptations burning every resentful thought I hold toward him…even though I want to.
But it’s not up to me whether I want to or not... I don’t think I have a choice tonight.
Every single time I sass him, he delivers my “punishment.” My clit pulsates as I wonder how the rest of the night will unfold.
What’s he going to do this time?
He parks the truck, and we sit in silence beside the heavy metal music that plays, vibrating through the doors. It’s completely dark inside his vehicle. The only light we get is from the dashboard. I bounce my leg anxiously as I glance at the handsome man beside me. I can barely catch his profile. He’s looking straight at the woods surrounding my house, his hands relaxed. One is still at the bottom of the wheel, his fingers hooked over it and his other hand on the center console.
My heart is thrashing against my chest.
Maybe he forgot that I sassed him.
Either way, I must remind myself that I ended things. I don’t want to be with a Navy SEAL who’s always gone, even though he madly entrances me. I don’t want a lifestyle where I have to watch him come and go, dreading those same traumatic knocks on my door when my brother passed. I grab the door handle.
My porch light is on. I can see the glow in the corner of my eyes, calling for me like a safehaven from the devil next to me.
“Did I say you can leave?” he asks, low and steady.
“Excuse me?”
Then he looks at me, but there’s no emotion attached.
“You want to leave me? Fine. You want to get out of this truck? You will. But not until after you take your punishment like the bad girl you’ve been.”
I glare at him daringly.
“We’re not together,” I remind him.
He smirks villainously, gives me a thrilling smile, and flashes me his perfect teeth with sharp canines. He looks at my widened,curious eyes before he trails his gaze over my lips, then down to my breasts.
