Black Promise read online Victoria Quinn (Obsidian #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Obsidian Series by Victoria Quinn
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
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Calloway would never understand.

When I ran away, I promised myself I would never allow anyone to treat me that way again. When I met Hank and he pulled his tricks, I fought back and never gave up. If I allowed Calloway to do this to me, I was afraid of the repercussions for my psyche.

I never allowed myself to be damaged goods, to let myself become swallowed in self-pity. I was a strong woman who didn’t quit. I had to keep going, to remain positive until the very end.

But these conversations brought out the worst in me.

At the end of the workday, Calloway arrived at my office, silent with his announcement. It was difficult to tell if he was in a good mood or a bad mood at this time of day since he rarely said anything.

His silence was impossible to ignore, so I packed my things and walked out with him. The office seemed to be back to normal like it was before they found out Calloway and I were an item. We didn’t hold hands or show affection at the office. Even in the elevator, Calloway kept his hands to himself.

We spent the drive home sitting on opposite sides of the car. Calloway looked out his window, and I looked out mine. We hadn’t had sex in a few days, which was our new record. Even when I was on my period, that didn’t hold him at bay. I was certain he was getting anxious, and I was anxious too. That first step was difficult to take, where we would move forward and forget about the last time we were naked together.

We walked inside the house, and I slipped off my heels by the door. They killed my feet every day, but they looked so good with everything I wore that I had to keep wearing them.

Calloway slipped off his jacket and hung it on the coatrack. He walked up behind me and rested his hands on my arm, gripping me gently.

I froze in place, forgetting to breathe.

He rested his forehead against the back of my head, his gentle breaths falling on the back of my neck. His fingers were callused against my skin, but they were warm and inviting. His touch was nothing like it was in the playroom at Ruin. This touch was gentle, full of affection, just the way I liked. “I need to make love to you.” He pressed his lips against the back of my neck, a kiss as light as a feather.

A thrill immediately shot down my spine. My body came to life after the last two days of dormancy. Like he’d never hurt me, I suddenly craved him with urgency. The second his lips were on me, I felt that shot of ecstasy, the rush I only felt when he touched me.

I tilted my head back against his shoulder and exposed my neck, wanting more of his mouth on me.

He took the offering and kissed my neck and my jawline, his stubble rubbing against me as he devoured me. His kisses were slow and purposeful but full of undeniable passion. He squeezed me with his strong hands then wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into his chest as he kissed me harder.

Now I was desperate for his mouth on mine. My skin wanted more of his caresses, but my mouth was the one in charge. I craned my neck despite the discomfort and kissed him over my shoulder. He kissed me harder once he had my mouth. He yanked me into his body, pressing his hard cock right against my ass.

Like I’d never been upset at all, I wanted him more than I ever had.

We took our time getting up the stairs. Sometimes he pinned me against the wall in the hallway and kissed me because he was too impatient to wait until we reached the bedroom. Another article of clothing was removed and dropped to the floor, forming a trail throughout the house.

By the time we entered the bedroom, we were both naked and anxious. He got me on the bed with my back to the mattress. While he wasn’t as carnal as he was the last time we fooled around, he was still aggressive and desperate. He made me feel wanted, desired. I was vanilla and I would always be vanilla, but he still craved the plain flavor.

He pinned my legs back with his arms behind my knees, opening me wide so he could enjoy me as thoroughly as possible. He held his massive frame above mine with the strength of his arms. He was a sight to behold, a man so sexy it was hard to believe.

The head of his cock found my entrance like it had a mind of its own. He stretched me wide apart, making my eyes sting with tears because I realized how much I’d missed his throbbing cock inside me.


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