The Promise (Wolfe Creek Duet #2)

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THEA

I jump up and wrap my legs around Adrian’s waist. He instinctively cradles my ass in his palms, holding me up. The smell of cigarette smoke hits me hard. I push past it.

My fingers slide through his long, black hair gently before I grab fistfuls and yank his head back. The growl that escapes his lips is stifled as my mouth crashes against his.

Adrian returns the favor, balancing me in one hand while the other fists my ponytail, pulling me back a fraction. “What do you think you’re doing, Havoc?”

My breathing comes hard and fast. He’s taking away what I want. What I know we both want. We may not like each other, we may even hate each other, but we both want to fuck one another. There’s no denying it. The tension’s been building for weeks. All the anger and the barbed remarks and cold stares have led to this need for release.

I’ll do whatever it takes to feel Adrian’s brutality, since no one else is willing to feed this craving.

“I’m doing what you don’t have the balls to, Sparky.” My mouth seeks his out, but he pulls me back again, eyeing me suspiciously.

I’m about to say something else, but he gets there first. “Let it burn.”

Adrian slips his tongue into me, our mouths pressed so hard together it hurts. And I love it. I bite at his lips, drawing blood quickly, and he gives it right back. Metallic copper coats my taste buds and I’m lost to the demanding need raging inside of me.

So, I’m dumbfounded when I’m dropped to the ground.

Gazing up at Adrian, he has a smug grin on his face. “God, you’re so fucking desperate for some decent cock that you can’t keep your hands off me.”

Heat rushes to my face at his words. I’m about to give him the finger and walk off when I realize this is part of it. Maybe he’s seeing if I can handle what he gave me a taste of the other day. This is entirely new to me. With Damian, I’d normally get stubborn. With Wes, I’d get rough. But I don’t know Adrian. I don’t know what he expects.

“Beg for it then.” My jaw clenches at his command. I’m used to following Damian’s orders, but he’s earned that respect from me, mostly. Adrian hasn’t. However, if I fight back too hard, I’m afraid he’ll walk away. Impatiently, he bends down, grabs my face and snarls. “I said beg for it. Like the whore you are.” His words piss me off, but the throbbing of my needy clit and the rush of warmth through my body is much more powerful than any anger I feel. I need him to fuck me.

I tell myself that I can’t overthink this. That’s what I’d usually do. I need to turn my mind off and let my body call the shots.

Lowering my head, I wrap my arms around his ankles, utterly debasing myself. I give over all of my power to him. “Adrian, fuck me like that’s all I’m worth. Use me and toss me aside like I’m nothing. Please.”

He steps out of my grip, backing away slowly, although I don’t dare look at anything other than his feet. Distantly, in the back of my mind, I know I should be fighting this. I don’t act like this. Ever.

“If you want it so badly, then crawl.”

Crawl? That anger and defiance flares again. I’m used to pushing back. That’s what my mind tells me to do right now. Instead, I clear my mind and let my body continue making the decisions. I do as he says, keeping my eyes on the floor the entire time.

“Stop.” I listen. “What an obedient little slut.” It’s absolutely demeaning, so why does it feel so good to hear him say it?

Taking a chance, I peer up through my dark lashes and see him sitting on the weight bench with his legs spread wide. I spot the undeniable bulge in his pants. My teeth rake over my bottom lip in anticipation.

Adrian runs his hand over his cock. “Is this what you want, Havoc?”

“No,” I answer, watching as he stills. “Not just that,” I admit. “I want what you gave me the other day.”

It takes him a moment, but he replies cockily. “You want to be fucked by someone who doesn’t give a shit about hurting you? Is that it?”

I nod.

“You want me to treat you like the worthless piece of ass you are?”

I nod again.

I hear the smile in his voice. “Good. That’s what I want too.” Leaning forward, Adrian grabs me by the chin. “No feelings. No love. Just hate fucking because everyone else around us is too soft to handle our rough edges. Deal?”

“Deal,” I mutter.

He grabs me by the ponytail again. “Stand up.” Adrian doesn’t wait for me to get off the floor to start walking, my hair in hand. I find my balance after stumbling a few steps. But as soon as I do, he’s pushing my face into the glass mirrored wall.

The cold surface shocks me, although not for long. My attention’s pulled elsewhere as Adrian roughly tugs down my shorts, making me nearly topple over. Glancing over my shoulder, I catch him staring at my ass with wide eyes.

Catching my stare, he snaps, “Don’t fucking look at me.” I turn away, confused.

His wild black hair and serious face pop into view. In the mirror’s reflection, I meet those dark eyes as he towers over me. They’re bottomless, or so I thought until now. Hunger flickers in the abyss, making my heart thud. I’m sure it matches the hunger in my gaze.

The press of his hard cock into my backside makes me gasp and my eyes fall closed. Adrian trails his hand over my ass, kicking my leg out to the side at the same time. Then his fingers slip inside of me.

“So pathetically wet for me,” he whispers low. The caress of his mouth against the shell of my ear sends a shiver down my back.

Arching my ass into him, I move my hips back and forth. “You’re one to talk. Your cock’s begging to be inside of me. Do you even remember how to use it?”

Shit. I forgot my role. My bratty mouth is going to ruin this. I wait for Adrian to pull away, to end this, to take away the one thing I need right now. But he doesn’t.

His chest stutters against my back as he laughs. “That’s it. Keep being mean, it’ll make me come faster.” I almost smile at his comment. “Hey Havoc, have you ever been fucked by a pierced dick?”

My body tenses. That’s not a question I’ve ever been asked, is the first thing I think. The second is, oh, he’s asking me that for a very specific reason.

I try to turn around, but feel the press of Adrian’s cock to my entrance. And not just that. There’s an unexpected coolness and the distinct feel of metal as he teases me. “Wait—”

My words are cut off as he pushes inside of me. My breath leaves me in a whoosh.

“Don’t worry, whores like you love it.” I can’t think around the feel of him inside of me. I can hardly take a full breath in. Then his fingers bury into my hip, pulling my ass toward him while his other hand pushes my head into the mirror. My breath fogs up the glass as Adrian pounds into me.

It’s hard to tell, but I swear I feel the brush of his jewelry against that sensitive spot inside of me with each thrust. The pressure’s building quickly and I hate that I love the feel of this.

“I’m not going to wait for you to come. You know that, right? You don’t deserve it.”

His biting words only push me closer to my release. “I’m surprised you’ve lasted this long. My pussy’s the best thing you’ve felt in ten years, huh?” I pant out each word, making my jab not as effective as I’d like. Still, he loses his rhythm for a moment and I know I’ve hit a nerve.

Adrian grabs my hair, pulling me to him so that we’re cheek to cheek. “You’re so goddamn insufferable. I don’t know how my brothers do it. I don’t know what Cole saw in you.”

His words hit me hard. “Just come already. Be useful for a change.”

He doesn’t hesitate. Adrian slams into me over and over again. The pain of his roughness and his insults fuel the sick desire inside of me. I let the rage push me over the edge until I’m screaming and clawing at the glass.

Adrian doesn’t last much longer after I go. He thrusts into me one last time, slamming our bodies into the wall and lacing our fingers above our heads. We lean against the mirror for a while, catching our breaths and coming to our senses.

When he pulls away, I tell him, “We can’t do that again.” The words contradict the deal we made earlier, but I wasn’t in my right mind then. I slip on my shorts and leave. He stays silent.

That was a mistake. Not only because we hate each other, but also because it felt unbelievably good. And that’s dangerous.