The Promise (Darkest Lies Trilogy Book 2) Bethany-Kris (read books for money TXT) 📖

the same time she turned to catch his mouth for another kiss. His grunt of approval when he found she wasn’t wearing panties pulsed against her breathless whine; those deft fingers of his had found her already tender clit, and he rubbed her alive with fast strokes .

Karine jerked away from his kiss, the broken cry bursting from her lips as the air ripped from her lungs. He showed no mercy in the way his fingers played her body, making every one of her breaths come faster and harsher than the last. She pushed herself into him even more, and his cock fit right between her butt cheeks.

It was almost too much.

She had to fight the urge to attempt to bat his hand away when it felt like her knees were going to give out from how intense the rolling waves of sharp pleasure were ravaging through her shaking body. Except she didn’t—it was also too damn good. Too good to make him stop now. She rolled her hips to the rhythm of his fingers, earning herself his low moan of her name when her ass grinded harder into him.

He grew stiffer.

So big.

She could feel how damp she was, slick between her thighs and hot, ready for his cock to fill and stretch her open again the way he had that first time.

Fuck.

She’d needed that.

Missed that.

“Is this what you wanted—why you came to my room, baby? Admit it, Karine.” His voice came out harsh, but sinful, too. As tempting and wicked as the rest of him. He had his other arm tightly wound over her breasts, keeping her in place against him while he made her wild.

And she was.

So crazy like this.

The more noises he invoked from her, the harder he rubbed her. Then, three of his fingers slipped Karine’s soaked, but clenching, sex. Her cry of shock and melted into guttural joy.

Because yes.

That’s what she’d been waiting for—a part of him inside her. His fingers fucked her relentlessly, his palm still firm against her clit all the while and before she knew it, Karine was on the edge of coming.

Just like that.

Karine’s lips trembled with every word when she said, “Y-yes ... oh, my God, yes, I came here for this. Please don’t stop.”

Who was that girl?

It didn’t sound at all like her.

Yet, it was.

That was the best part.

“I’ll never stop,” Roman murmured in reply.

The words wrapping around her like a dark promise she hoped he kept. It was like the floor had disappeared under her feet, even the walls around her drifted away, while he took her over the edge. He didn’t slow, the only softness he showed was the sweet kisses he dotted along the back of her neck and shaking shoulders until Karine came. It was the wet sounds his fingers made between her thighs that truly pulled her under—it was almost embarrassing how wet she was, and yet the sound still made her fly when he uttered, “Fuck, do you feel how much you’re loving this, so wet, Karine.”

Roman held her up through the orgasm—the floor hadn’t actually disappeared. She just couldn’t remain up, knees buckling as the pleasure raced out of her mouth in a high, aching cry of his name.

For a moment, she forgot everything. Where they were, every monster that had reared its ugly head in her life and nightmares—everything was gone. That was bliss for Karine. Nothing could be more perfect.

Except, apparently, the man who gave it to her.

Karine fought to catch her breath as the feeling came back to the soles of her feet, and on wobbly legs, she became a little steadier while her palms flattened to the door. Roman pulled his fingers out of tender pussy, leaving her clit throbbing, and her inner walls still shuddering.

This time, it was Karine who spun around to face him. She wrapped an arm around his head, pulling his forehead close enough to touch hers. The tips of their noses grazed—and like that, she ensured that he had nowhere to look and nothing to see, but her.

Karine had decided she liked that—him and her—his eyes on only her.

“I told you not to stop,” she said, her throat tight and voice husky. Could he hear what he had done to her—could he see it in her eyes?

She wanted him to.

Roman flashed a smirk that made her breath catch. “That’s what I want to hear.”

Between them, her hands stroked him overtop his boxer-briefs before slipping under the fabric to find him heavy and thick in her palm. She loved the control she found when she tightened her hand around his base, and felt him jerk against her from the pressure. He watched her while she tugged along his length, finding the right pressure and speed to make him moan for her.

“Would you suck me clean,” he asked, his words rough through chopping breaths, “after I’ve fucked you, Karine? Would you?”

Didn’t he know?

“I’ll do anything for you.”

And she’d like it, too.

The semblance of control he’d maintained seemed to be lost when she stared him in the eyes and said those words without even hesitating. In another dizzy second, she found herself turned back to the door again, and her shorts ripped down her legs. He was an overwhelming presence behind her, the thick head of his cock sweeping through the wet lips of her pussy.

And then he was pushing in.

No warning.

That first thrust came harder than she expected it to, sending her up on her tiptoes from the force. He was right there to hold her in place for his next one though, and every beat of his hips that came after was faster and rougher than the last.

Roman took her hard, and Karine didn’t want anything different. Throwing her head back, pressing her eyes closed as he started to pound deeper, the slap of his hips to her ass only adding to the moans spiraling from her.

His palm found her throat.

Karine was lost again.

To him.

To everything.

He didn’t stop fucking her until he’d spilled every