Since she was four, a demon has been the only constant in Leora Desmond's life. He taught her how to seize control, to never give up, and to take whatever she wanted. At twenty-four, her self-centered existence is focused on one thing. She wants Dolan, and she won't be dissuaded.
A mistake brought Dolan to Leora. A promise bound him to her. Returning once again to ask for his freedom, he is faced with Leora demanding to be his next conquest. The ultimate retribution would be to take from her the ultimate symbol of her selfishness…her orgasm.
Now, Dolan must decide if he can doom her to life in living hell or face his own set of unearthly consequences, while Leora must choose between her pleasure and her heart.
The Promise blurs the line between good and evil, desire and love, and promises and commitment and will be in the Darkest Desires Anthology from Hot Ink Press coming Halloween.
He ground his teeth together. "You destroyed my existence." It had been four years since his last release, but still his memory of that night hadn't faded. Though Leora wanted him then, he refused, she released him and he completed his job with another female. His mind was not with that assignment. No amount of torture or denial could satisfy him. His pleasure was another's curse. Not that it mattered--humans were an insignificant life form only necessary for incubation.
"For all I care, you can stand here with your hard-on all night. It’s your decision how to use it." She slithered her hand down his leg and traced the outline of his erection.
His cock jerked under her touch, sending heated need throughout him. He knew she would be a beauty, but he made sure she would be a bitch. She deserved this. He grabbed her face to ensure she caught his gaze. "You will never know satisfaction again." He needed to remember she was simply another human.
"Do you promise?" She narrowed her eyes and gave him a squeeze.
He held himself steady, wouldn't give her any hint as to the effect she was having on him.
"Yes, I do." He tightened his hold and waited for her to officially accept.
"I want you, Dolan. I want everything you've ever denied me. It's all mine." Her breath caught. "You're mine."
Success. Though they hadn't yet begun, his balls swelled along with his need. Last time, he wanted her but saved her. By the time the sun he never saw rose, he would be satiated and she would be broken. He reached down to the tie on her dress and unknotted it, pulling the fabric apart. "Then you shall have it." He bent down and buried his face in her breasts to hide a smile.
Tonight he would take from her the ultimate symbol of her selfishness. Her orgasm.
About the Author:
Kim Carmichael began writing eight years ago when her love of happy endings inspired her to create her own. She has a weakness for bad boys and techno geeks, and married her own computer whiz after he proved he could keep all her gadgets running. When not writing, she can usually be found slathered in sunscreen trolling Los Angeles and helping top doctors build their practices.
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