Page 10 of Cruel Promise
One hand slips between my thighs to play with my clit and my orgasm rushes to the surface. Yes.
“Fuck,” he curses as his hips rock into my ass and the sound of skin slapping skin echoes through the room. “So damn good.”
His cock swells inside of me, signaling his impending release right as my own orgasm slams into me, pleasure rippling through every cell in my body.
I cry out his name and he slams into me three more times before lurching forward and emptying himself inside me. Chest heaving, his body shudders over mine, a low groan leaving his lips before he slips his cock free and rolls to lie next to me.
My legs give out, slipping down over the edge of the bed as I struggle to catch my breath.
Dominique looks similarly out of breath, his chest rising and falling at a rapid clip. I watch him for a moment, head turned to the side, taking in his sweat soaked skin.
I’m tempted to lean forward and lick him, but before I muster up the energy to do it, he leans up on one elbow, fists his hand in my hair, and tugs me close for a drugging kiss. It lasts only a few seconds before he releases me to sit forward.
Grabbing his discarded shirt, he uses it to wipe the sweat from his face, before getting up to head for the bathroom.
Boneless, I stay where I am, tracking his movements with my gaze when he returns seconds later with a wet washcloth in his hand. Dominique rolls me to my back and drops to his knees at the end of the bed. With the washcloth in hand, he carefully cleans the evidence of his release from between my thighs, his hooded gaze locked onto my most intimate flesh.
“So fucking pretty,” he rumbles.
My cheeks heat and I look away. The look on his face is too much for me to think about right now.
With his task complete, he climbs back to his feet and tosses the rag into the corner of the room before climbing naked into bed.
“What time is it?” Eyes already closed, he tugs the blanket up to his chest and rolls to his side, getting comfortable.
I glance at the clock on his nightstand. “Almost nine,” I tell him.
He grunts. “Your first class starts at 9:30. Better get moving.”
I scowl at him, making no move to get up. Why does he know my schedule?
Cracking his eyes open, Dominique gives me an expectant look. He’s joking. Right? The longer the seconds draw out the quicker I realize that no, Dominique is not joking.
“Today?” I demand. “You expect me to go back to school today?”
He nods and then closes his eyes. “A deal is a deal,” he reminds me. “And you’d missed two weeks already. Get moving.” He drives his point home by giving me a hard shove.
Un-fucking-believable.
Climbing out of bed, I take the fastest shower of my life in Dominique’s bathroom before throwing on a pair of sweatpants, a tank top I had left in the guest bedroom, and stealing one of Aaron’s oversized hoodies from his room.
Dominique doesn’t stir even once as I scramble around his room in a rush to collect my things. He’s fast asleep, his breaths even and his expression relaxed.
What an asshole.
THREE
KASEY
It turns out you only need to miss eight days of classes to start failing. Technically, I’ve missed more than that, but the big fat F made its appearance supposedly around day eight. My first period professor asks me to stay after class before laying into me with a lecture about prioritizing my studies and how I’m throwing my future away. And what do I do? I stand there, taking it, because what other choice do I have?
He waves his arms around, really working himself up, and it’s around the ten-minute mark in his lecture when I finally snap, blurting out, “My mom just died, okay? Can you give me a fucking break?”
I press my hands over my mouth, eyes wide. Shit. I can’t believe I just swore at my professor. Can he drop me from his class for that? I’m already failing, so what’s he got to lose? Double shit.
I expect him to rail into me all over again with a renewed tirade, but he surprises me by leaning back in his seat, his eyes suddenly somber as he asks. “When did she pass?”
Swallowing hard, I mutter out the date of her accident, having it ingrained now in my head. How could I not? It’s the day my life flipped upside down in the worst possible way.
