Page 42 of Cruel Promise
TWELVE
KASEY
I’m going to die. It’s the only explanation I have for what I’m experiencing right now. I’ve somehow died and gone to heaven. Or maybe it’s hell. I honestly don’t know anymore.
My body is spent. Muscles and limbs too tired to do anything more than lie here as Dominique withdraws his hips, sliding his erection out of my forbidden entrance until nothing but the tip of his cock remains. He hovers there for a beat, allowing anticipation to build inside me before he sinks himself back in, igniting my body and electrifying my nerve endings with a single thrust.
I cry out, but whether from pain or pleasure, I don’t know. Up feels like down and down feels like up. My body is alight with sensation. My mind is drunk with lust, desperation, and need.
There is this growing feeling in the bottom of my belly that demands one thing and one thing only.More.I’ve never experienced anything like this before.
Dominique lets go of my breast to get a firmer grip on my thigh, squeezing my flesh and keeping me spread open as he fucks me with slow, powerful strokes.
His other hand slides beneath my head and for a second, I think he’s going to stretch it out beneath the pillow, but instead, his hand curls to wrap around my throat, pressing beneath my chin and forcing my gaze further up until I’m twisted at an awkward angle, our gazes now able to touch.
He doesn’t squeeze. Not at first. But the threat lingers, hanging in the air. A reminder that he can cut off my air supply anytime he wants. My pussy clenches. A shot of adrenaline racing down my spine. Something about his hold, the pure possessiveness of it, has a warm rush of heat dripping down the insides of my thighs.
Oh, my god. He’s right. I might actually come for a third time tonight. How is that even possible? But I feel a familiar pressure building low in my belly. It's different from before. Deeper. Darker. A sensation filled with promise if only I surrender to it.
It’s as if my body wants me to endure the storm rather than run after it.
Dominique pants beside me, his heated breath brushing along my bare skin.
His dark brown eyes are hooded and his powerful body flexes and strains with each thrust of his powerful hips. A muscle ticks in his jaw and if I could reach him, I’d trail my finger along the nerve, tracing the evidence of his response to being inside of me.
“I’m going to fill your tight hole with my cum,” he growls into my ear. “Going to fill you up.”
My body goes white hot at the thought and my thighs squeeze as if he’s already cum and I’m desperate to hold in his release.
Bearing his teeth, Dominique snarls against my skin, picking up his pace.
A sharp spear of pain shoots from my ass to my pussy before blazing a tingling path down to the tips of my toes.
An uncomfortable ache ignites my nerve endings. It’s not painful per say. But the burn in my ass ripples through me the way a skipped rock ripples across the surface of a pond, creating a disturbance that affects everything surrounding the point of origin.
The ripples that move through my body now leave a smattering of little fires that burn within my veins.
“You like the sound of that, don’t you, baby girl?”
I’m almost disgusted to admit, I do. I really freaking do. I love the sound of his voice when he growls filthy words at me. I love it when he’s rough and aggressive with my body. And I can’t deny the thrill that tingles down my spine every time he makes a demand or orders me to undress for him. To bare my intimate flesh to his hungry gaze.
I never thought I’d see the day where I gave in to Dominique Price, but if I thought the sex before was amazing, what he’s doing to me tonight is a religious experience.
The problem is, I’m drowning in a storm of emotions I’ve never felt before. Swimming in the deep end and sinking into the deep blue sea, too far to have any chance of swimming up to break the surface and sucking in a desperate breath of fresh air.
I am overwhelmed by the need for Dominic to fill me with his cum. I am desperate for him to lay claim to every inch of my body. To mark me with his hands, abuse me with his teeth and devour me with his kiss.
There is something seriously wrong with what is happening inside of me right now.
Possessed. Owned. Controlled.
I want to feel all of those things and I want to feel them with him. It’s a terrifying thought.
Passion unfurls deep inside my chest, spreading roots of delicious desire throughout my limbs. What the hell is happening to me?
My lips move fast as I whisper his name in a mindless chant full of abandon.
Dominique. Dominique. Dominique. Yes. Please. Dominique.I never want it to end. Emotion clouds my mind and my brain kicks into overdrive eager to define this strange feeling that thrashes within me, a relentless inferno capable of laying waste to my mind, body, and soul.
