Page 76 of Poisoned Promise
The second I do, I grasp her hips with both hands and fuck into her fast and ruthlessly, caring about nothing else than chasing my orgasm and making sure she falls apart by the end.
Dove’s noiseless cries rush past my cheek as she continues to cling to me, forgoing tearing at my skin for just clinging to me with everything she has.
Faster and faster I fuck into her.
The desk creaks beneath her, my thighs burn, my balls tightens and the air fills with the slick slap of flesh against flesh.
Suddenly, her lips collide with mine and she pulls me into a deep kiss that triggers me to end. I cum with a growl against her lips, losing my pace instantly and burying myself as deep as I can get inside her.
Pulse after pulse of cum spills into her heat and Dove whimpers and reaches her end a second later.
Dove ends up collapsing back on the desk, panting heavily but with a small, sweet smile on her face.
I match that smile with one of my own but as I gather her up in my arms and carry her to bed with sweet kisses, I can’t help a small, niggling thought in the back of my mind.
Is forcing her to stay here really the right thing to do?
Dove falls asleep in my arms for the first time in over fifteen years.
I’m so exhilarated by her pressed against me, smelling of sweat and sex, that sleep escapes me at first. Or so I thought.
In a blink, I’m opening my eyes to sunlight streaming through my window, Dove tucked up against my chest with one leg over my waist,and my phone buzzing repeatedly on the bedside table.
“Fuck,” I whisper softly, reaching for it.
Caterina called twelve times and sent countless messages in fury because I didn’t answer.
There’s also another message from an old friend, the family I reached out to help me secure the scapegoat.
[Unknown] Got a light?
Seems the scapegoat plan is finally in motion. I text back a quick, equally coded reply.
[Felix] I don’t smoke.
Then I settle back into the pillows. I’ll need to get up and deal with Caterina, but with the scapegoat plan in motion, this might actually be the best scenario to bring this entire mess to an end.
Caterina’s attention will drift away from Dove and onto the fake real target of the Rossi killings, which means Dove can go back to her life and I can be in it.
Her promises last night, as loving as they were, were surely made in the heat of the moment to appease me but now it doesn’t need to be a lie.
Now, she really can stay.
“Dove?” Waking her feels cruel but the burning urge to pee and another text from Caterina tell me time is up.
She moans softly and turns her face into my chest, then tenses as if realizing she’s in bed with someone else. Her lashes flutter and tickle my skin, then she opens her eyes and slowly eases up. “Felix?”
“I hate to wake you but work calls.”
“Oh.” Her voice is so sexy when thick with sleep and heat stirs once more in my gut, but it dries up when my phone buzzes yet again.
“About last night,” I say after kissing her forehead. “I have a plan. It can be real. You can stayandbe safe.”
“Felix…” Dove pushes strands of her gorgeous hair out of her face and peers at me. “We should talk about that properly, y'know. Because I can’t?—.”
“Give me a day.” I don’t need to hear her say no. “One day and then everything will be okay, I promise.”
Dove blinks slowly and then, either because she’s still half asleep or because last night was so good, she nods. “Okay. One day.”
