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A Promise of Torment (A Violent Agenda)

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“See, that’s where you’re wrong. You should involve me...” I say softly. My arm automatically cradles her waist, my fingers stroking the small of her back where the dress is cut out. “…In everything.”

She sighs audibly, relaxing into my embrace. “Why do you boys make this so damn hard? Hmmm.”

Fuck. I can’t leave her here.

Not after this.

Lorcan is going to throttle me.

“I told you. I’m never leaving you.”

She trembles in my arms.

“Are you cold?”

She gives a harsh laugh. “No, I’m fucking livid. You never listen to me. But I need you fucking to. I need to go back to the table.” This time she tries to push me off her.

“Not yet.” I keep her firmly in my arms. She’s so petite, it’s easy to do. I could easily sling her over my shoulder and walk out of here. She’d probably cut my balls off for doing so, but I could.

She looks up at me again and I can’t fucking help it. I have to kiss her. Her lips are sweet and soft. She doesn’t pull back, instead she sighs again and melts into me. Drunk on the taste of her, I shove her lightly against the bathroom wall. I want to rip that dress off her and worship every part of her gorgeous body. I want to ease my hard cock inside her and fuck her for hours and hours.

She bites my tongue.

A moan escapes her as my hand slips beneath her dress and I stroke the soft slip of silk between her legs.

She’s soaking wet.

Fuck dinner. I’m taking her right here, right now.

I tease her panties aside and delve into her folds with my fingers. Ever since she fucked Lor right in front of me, I’ve been dreaming of this—taking what’s mine.

The bathroom door opens. I break away, turning to see who the fuck it is.

It’s Kristian.

“Baby brother, not saving any fucking dessert for the rest of us?”

“Fuck off, Kris. Can’t you see we’re busy?” I snap.

“You’re with the wrong brother you know,” he says to her.

“I think I’m with the brother who knows how to handle a woman,” Viola retorts.

“If you like dickless. Did he tell you he pissed his fucking pants instead of pulling the fucking trigger the other day? Baby brother doesn’t have the balls to show a woman like you a good time.”

He’s talking about the prostitute I refused to execute because she accidentally scraped his cock with her teeth when he shoved it too far down her throat. I stare at him, jaw clenched.

“Anyway.” He saunters into the bathroom and starts unzipping his trousers to take a piss. The room is large for a downstairs restroom, but not spacious enough that I’m comfortable with him taking a fucking piss right there.

He sighs as he empties his bladder and looks over his shoulder. “Oh, don’t mind me. Carry on.”

Viola, visibly shaking again, takes my hand and digs her nails in so hard I’m pretty sure she’s drawn blood.

I let her. If that’s what she needs.

“We should go back to dinner,” she says nonchalantly. Outwardly, she appears calm. Only I can feel her body practically vibrating, being as close as I am. If she was livid before, she’s probably seething now.

As am I.



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