Page 20 of Savage Promises (Quinlan Empire #2)

“If it’s too much for you, I can go down to the bar, find someone else to—”

“Don’t you dare.” In a fit of rage, both my hands cup her tits, my mouth watering at the firm fullness of them. “Don’t you even think of going near another man.”

“Then play with me, Shane.” Her fingers run through my hair, her long nails digging into my scalp.

My cock thumps, thinking how she’d claw my back in bed. She’d want it rough. She’d give me exactly what I need.

Need...

“And let you take what you need?” I circle my fingers around her erect nipples. I’m desperate to suck on them, but I content myself with pinching and tweaking her large, rosy nubs.

“It’s what I need, yes.” Her head dips back while she rubs up against me.

“And let you keep testing my patience?” I warn her.

“Mmm,” Lennox groans and tilts her head back.

I let my gaze wander slowly over her huge bouncy tits, slender waist, and full hips that lead down to thighs that were made for being fucked hard. I don’t remember staring at anything so beautiful, so tempting, and so torturous in my life .

This is Mine . All fucking mine.

“Just admit you want me.” With her warm breath in my ear and those tits pressed into my chest, she begs, “Just once.”

“As if once would be enough,” I rasp, pouring gasoline on this fire.

“As if any man could handle fucking you once. Not me. You crawl into my lap and think I won’t lower my pants and slide my cock into your wet heat, drunk or not?

That I won’t pin you beneath me and fuck you senseless? Ignoring your cries to stop?”

“Maybe I won’t tell you to stop, Shane,” she moans, writhing against me.

“No, you won’t tell me to stop.” I grab a handful of her breasts again. “Look at me and say it, Lennox. Say you’ll never tell me to stop.”

She lowers her eyes to me with a fire that sends an earthquake through me. “I’ll never tell you to stop.”

“Fuck.” I skate my hands down her chest to her hips, her muscles quivering. “Do you want me to feel how wet you are? How you’ll drip all over my cock and soak my balls?”

“Yes, yes. Please.” Her grip on my shoulders tightens.

“I’m going to make you come because I know how much you need it, but then you’re going to bed.” I reach into the front of her thong and the heat and wetness there have me throbbing.

“Uh-huh. Touch me, please. Make me come.”

I’m fucking dizzy. I want to conquer every inch of her. “Hold on, baby,” I tease her clit, her juices drenching my hand.

“Yeah, right there.”

“Aw, shit, Lennox,” I ground out, feeling dangerous. “Put up a little fight, so at least you can live with yourself tomorrow.”

Biting her lip, she shakes her head. “No. ”

She’s fighting, all right. Just not how I want.

“Fine.” I stroke her pulsing clit. “Now come for me, bad girl. My slutty future sister-in-law. Ride my cock like a whore.”

“I’ll be your whore.” She rocks against my bulge, running a hand through her long dark hair.

Taking her as my mistress seems like the logical answer to my problem. Only, I don’t cheat. This doesn’t count.

“Fuck,” I mutter and roughly probe her, her pussy clamped around two of my fingers.

“I’m coming,” Lennox gasps, shivers, and gushes an ungodly amount of cream all over my hand. Shaking, she collapses into my arms, and I hold her. It makes this moment even more real. Lennox is real. All of this is real to her, even if it’s in the haze of alcohol.

But I’m playing with her emotions. After the day she had, she’s vulnerable. I feel awful. But I’m so fucking turned on, I can’t goddamn stop myself. I’m hard as fuck and want to throw her on the bed and fuck her all night. There’s no doubt that she wants it.

But penetration is a betrayal we can’t come back from. So I push us right to that limit. I slip my hand from between her legs and push my soaked fingers into her mouth.

“Lick my fingers clean, slut.”

With heated cheeks, she does what I tell her, her tongue sliding around and between my fingers. It sets off a bomb that I can not put back in the steel container.

I grip her head and push our faces together. I want to kiss her so badly, but I won’t stop at a kiss. Fury races through me to be in this position and I want to punish someone. And she’s right here, toying with me.

Out of control, I ground out, “Now lick your juices off my lap. ”

Her eyes focus and she drawls, “What?”

“You came all over my pants. Lick them clean.”

“Don’t have a good dry cleaner?” She attempts humor.

I grip her face harder. “I’m not playing with you. You want to act this way? I’ll treat you the way I’d treat any woman who used my hard-on to get off.”

Shaking, she slithers to the floor and rests between my legs. Christ, this might have been the biggest mistake yet. Glancing down, I see the shimmering pearly smudges her wet cunt left behind.

Right on my erection.

“Do it!”

She lowers her head in my lap and runs her tongue across my hard, aching dick. “Like this?”

“Yeah, just like that. Don’t fucking stop.” I know what I’m doing and I know it’s wrong. But my dick is an iron pipe in my pants that needs attention or I’ll go hurt someone.

Lennox has my pulse in a chokehold .

I gyrate my hips, pushing my erection against her mouth. Precum floods my briefs. Heat surges down my spine and my balls tighten.

“Fuuuuck,” I mutter as I climax in my goddamn pants.

She’s aware of what’s going on and keeps her lips around my length as I spasm uncontrollably.

“You... We...” I see stars, my throat bone dry.

“I think you’re clean enough.” Lennox stands and strips off her wet thong. She’s wobbly and completely naked in the middle of the living room.

I stand and grip her chin. “Go into that bedroom and lock the door. This can’t and won’t happen again.”

“Shane,” she whines.

I grab a throw blanket from the sofa and wrap it roughly around her shoulders, forcing myself to forget how she felt. “Go to sleep, Lennox. Please.”

She looks up at me, her eyes glassy and vulnerable. “You’re mad at me.”

“I’m mad at myself,” I say, steering her toward the bedroom.

I push open the door and practically fling her inside. I’m not to be trusted until she’s behind a locked door.

She grabs my hand, her grip surprisingly strong. “Shane, can I tell you something?”

“What, Lennox?” I’m curt because I hate myself right now.

She draws a deep breath, her gaze locking on mine. “I love you. I’ve always loved you.”

My heart fucking stops. Her confession hangs in the air, heavy and impossible to ignore.

“Lennox,” I begin, thinking of how to tell her that she doesn’t mean it, that it’s the alcohol and her tough day talking. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Nine years. That’s how long I’ve loved you.” She sniffs.

I swallow hard, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. “What the hell?”

For a moment, I’m furious. She’s loved me since she was fifteen? My hazy brain attempts to do basic math. And she waited until I was a hostage to this marriage deal with her sister to tell me the words that can destroy me?

Lennox’s eyes close as she plops down on the king-size bed and curls up into a ball. I can’t hear any more confessions so I just pull a second blanket over her.

Wrecked, I watch her for a moment, her breath softening as she drifts off. Confident she’s asleep, I drag myself away and close the door.

I pace in the living room, my chest feeling like it’s being ripped in two. I strip off my tie, open my shirt, and remove my belt. I grab some paper towels from the kitchen and do my best to clean up. I’d love to be naked, too, curled up with her and my cock buried inside that crazy heat all night.

Although, I’ve never spent the night with a woman. All night. Same bed.

I choose to sleep on the sofa to be near Lennox so I can hear her if she’s crying in the middle of the night. The second bedroom is too far away. I kill the lights and lay there in the dark, my heart pounding. My mind replays this fucked up night while it’s still fresh.

Lennox climaxing on my fingers, my lap, her heated breaths, her moans, us both coming, and then her confession.

I love you, Shane...

The words ring in my ears and when I close my eyes, I see Lennox on top of me again. Jesus, that woman passed out in the next room is the devil. She put a spell on my dick because it wants her and I’m sure I won’t get hard for anyone ever again.

But I can’t have her.

Fighting to calm down, I slam my head into the sofa cushions and pray for sleep to claim me.