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A Promise of Torment (A Violent Agenda)

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“You don’t like the taste of blood?” I say, my lips still inches from his. The heat that pooled in my groin when Lorcan kissed me has already ignited with molten fury. I run my hands over his chest, feeling the scar where I bit him months ago.

“That’s not what I’m saying. This is not a casual fuck.”

Fuck? My eyes narrow at his words, pulse thudding in my ears. “What is this then?”

“You’re mine,” he says. “You always have been.”

“And you’ve only just realized it now?”

“I’ve only just realized this is what you need,” he scoffs, dragging a hand through my hair until the roots burn. And then he kisses me again.

He’s right. I need him to burn the memory of Kristian away.

I need Dante to make me his.

As if reading my thoughts, he kisses down my neck and bites me, branding my neck and shoulder with a mark of his own. Pain mixed with pleasure sweeps through my whole body. He hauls down the front of my jogging bottoms and dips a hand between my legs, expertly eliciting a soft moan from my lips. The feel of him touching me is fire. I’m in the middle of it. Consumed by it.

“I’m going to take the pain away,” he says.

“Mmm,” is all I can say in response. I can’t speak. I can’t move. I’m frozen in place.

Like a rabbit caught in fucking headlights.

Taking that as a yes, he drops between my legs, pulling down my joggers and thong. Eyes closed, head tilted back, I immerse myself in his attention. Dante continues to drag his lips over my body until he sweeps a hot tongue between my folds. Desperate pleasure explodes through me. I grab fistfuls of his long hair, hungry for more.

When I don’t feel him again, I glance down. Dante is watching me, icy blue eyes filled with need, a dark smile on his lips.

“I’ve waited a long time to do this,” he says.

“Don’t stop,” I demand.

“Oh, I’m not. This is just what you need.” he says, going back to licking me out, thrusting deeper every time, sucking at my clit until I can do nothing but ride the wave of need erupting at my core. When I’m panting and dripping for him, he pushes me back on the table and takes off his shirt. Flashbacks of Kristian tear through my mind, but then Dante’s scent overrides all that as he leans over me to drop burning kisses onto my aching skin, pulling my sports clothes off until I’m naked and completely at his mercy.

Suddenly, he pulls back, looking down on me intently, eyes never once leaving mine. He likes to take his time. Like an apex predator with his prey.

Only I’m the prey.

A shiver runs up and down my spine. Although, I’m no longer cold. I’m burning a fever just having him look at me like I’ve always wanted him to.

He unbuttons the fly of his jeans, unveiling his cock for me. I let my gaze fall to it. It’s beautiful…and it’s all fucking mine. I sit up and seal my mouth to his, tasting my own juices as my hand reaches to wrap around his shaft. It’s velvet soft and rock hard in my hands. I grip him hard and then tease him with my nails. My mouth waters at the thought of running my tongue along the length and over the tip, tasting him.

I lick my lips.

I push him back and move off the desk, still kissing him. Then I drop in front of him. Never would I have ever thought I’d be in this position—on my knees about to take Dante’s thick cock in my mouth. The thought exhilarates me, releases me. It’s like I’m floating above all the noise in my head. Nothing makes sense anymore but this moment. After all, I’ve waited my whole life for it.

As he watches me with devilish eyes, I part my lips and slide his length all the way to the back of my throat. I groan and close my eyes when he doesn’t quite make it all the way in. Tasting him, sweet desire mixed with sultry darkness, I’m lost and found all at once.

“Fucking hell, V,” Dante says in a low, guttural voice, almost a growl. He grabs me by my hair, straining at my delay. His words and fingers running through my hair and over my scalp, pulling tight, wake me out of my stupor. I move my mouth over his delicious cock, sucking the essence of him down, breathing in the scent of him. He’s ash and death, and everything I’ve ever known.

He growls again and grips my head hard, angling it so he can thrust deeper. He wants control so I let him take it. I open my soul to him and let him fuck my mouth savagely, using me, owning me, until I’m close to choking. I’m slick with desire when he finally pulls out.

He drags me up and pushes me back onto the desk.

“That was fucking heaven,” he says as he drops his head to mine and brutally kisses me full on the lips. “But now you’re mine.”

Hearing him curse has me moaning into his mouth. I’m desperate for him, greedy, as he breaks the kiss.

“Fuck me on the desk,” I plead. I need him to destroy the ghost of Kristian that still haunts me. He needs to take me in the same position and burn that fucking memory to ashes.



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