Page 51 of Devil’s Promise

I already know it’s the contract. My lawyer added addendums, Don’s lawyer has reviewed it, and everyone is supposed to sign.

I grab Promise’s hand and tug her up to sitting. “Get Rock.”

For a moment, I think Gunner isn’t going to do it. He stands there, every part of him expanding. Our eyes lock and I feel his anger. I turn, fully blocking Promise as I rise to match him. If he wants to tangle, I’d like nothing more than a good fight.

But with a snarl he turns away, stomping down the hall.

I pull my phone from my pocket and hold it up to Promise. She doesn’t take it. “Not even going to type your hate?”

When I get no response, I shove the phone back in my pocket. “I guess I’ll bring Chastity back in here. She’ll suck my cock.”

I watch Promise curl deeper into herself, her shoulders hunching even as her face remains expressionless.

Rock appears in the doorway. “What’s up?”

“Bring Promise back upstairs,” I answer.

“Gunner couldn’t do it?”

“Would someone just do what the fuck I ask?” I yell back, my voice rising with every word.

Rock’s brows lift up before he steps into the room and pushes past me to grab Promise’s arm. But his touch is too rough, and when he jerks her, she half falls off the table.

Letting out a string of curses, I catch her before she falls face-first into the ground.

“Never fucking mind,” I bark at Rock. “I’ll take her myself.”

“About fucking time,” he answers.

I flip Promise over and cradle her in my arms. Her dress is short enough that I know her underwear is showing. I glare at Rock before I turn toward the door. “Get the fuck out.”

“Gladly.”

He storms toward the door when it hits me. Everyone is pissed at me. Rock, Gunner, Promise.

I carry Promise toward the door, turning to slide her through the opening before I stride toward the stairs.

I know I fucked up today. I can feel it. What Don wants me to do… What kind of sick fuck asks a man to marry his daughter and kill her?

I should kill him…

Even with Promise in my arms, I take the stairs two at a time, anxious to be alone with her again.

Nothing feels right, and everything I was so sure of is shifting under my feet.

My pace is brisk enough that her arms circle my neck; they’re tight around me as I go.

I stop on the next landing, dropping my forehead to hers. “I want to feel you cum again.” I need something to center me.

“No.”

Shocked, I jerk my head back, her eyes going wide as we stare at each other. “Did you just speak?”

Her lips press tightly together, her features growing rigid. I know I’m not getting another sound out of her, but somehow, hearing her voice is even better than watching her cum. I continue up the stairs, her tight in my arms as I toss open the apartment door, using my hip to push it further open.

I kick it closed behind me and head straight for the bedroom. I’m kicking off my shoes before I’ve even set her down, and when I do lay her on the bed, my chest presses to hers before she has a chance to scurry away.

She goes rigid underneath me, but I don’t let her up, instead I settle my full weight on top of her. Then I press my forehead to hers again. “Your voice is beautiful.”