Page 126 of Sinful Promises


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In a burst of anger, he pressed his lips against mine in a forceful and aggressive kiss. It was raw and filled with rage, his mouth rough against mine.

I wriggled and struggled, throwing punches wildly at his body, desperately attempting to break free. But he was too strong, quickly grabbing one of my hands, making my punches useless. His other hand tightened around my throat, fingers digging into my skin.

With a wicked grin, he licked his lips and smashed them against mine, trying to force his tongue into my mouth.

I wasn’t having any of it. I clamped down hard on his tongue, biting into the intruding flesh.

The metallic taste of blood flooded my mouth.

“Fuck,” he shouted, suddenly releasing his grip.

I gasped for air, his curses fading into the background.

Before I could fully process what was happening, he swiftly moved behind me, his strong arms encircling the back of my knees.

In one swift motion, he lifted me onto his shoulder.

A surge of panic coursed through me as I realized where he was about to take me.

“Put me down!”

A sharp spank landed on my ass, silencing me.

I scratched his back with my nails, but it was in vain.

He hurriedly carried me towards his bedroom.

He kicked the door open with a force that made it slam against the wall. Then, he threw me onto his bed, the charcoal gray sheets crisp and new.

I landed with a thud, my breath knocked out of me as I sank into the softness of the mattress.

The room seemed to shrink, his presence overwhelming as he towered above me, eyes filled with fury. He stripped away my pants and panties, the cool air caressing my naked skin.

With a firm hold, he turned me over on my stomach, my exposed ass fully visible to his intense gaze.

He tugged my hair back, his grip tight. “Get on your fucking hands and knees.”

As his grip on my hair tightened, I winced and got down on all fours.

The room was dead silent, except for our heavy breathing.

The silence made everything feel more intense, like a pressure cooker ready to explode.

“Whose dick were you fantasizing about, huh?” he demanded angrily as he gently stroked my bare ass. The contrast between his roughness and tenderness made my head spin. “Skazhi mne. Tell me.”

I racked my brain, trying to come up with a name to throw at him, hoping he’d buy into my lie.

But his teasing touches on my ass and hips had me all disoriented, and I bit down hard on my lip to stifle any moans that threatened to escape.

“You don’t know him,” I muttered, as he pressed his thick hard-on against my ass.

“I’m pretty damn sure I do,” he chuckled bitterly. “Come on, princess, spill it.”

“C-Charles Noels,” I stammered, my voice unsure as I braced myself for his next move.

I’d rather die than imagine Charles Noels naked in front of me, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

I knew he had no clue who Charles Noels was, and any made-up name would be too risky.

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