Page 8 of Darkened Promises

“That was one for each of the rules you broke, then you had to break another one with that noise, kitten.”

I want to protest, to beg, to apologise. My mouth’s glued shut though, too panicked to utter anything. He pinches again, selecting an area over the side of my ribs. My teeth clench down tightly, nostrils flaring wide, and I desperately try to breathe through it. I can’t stop the tears; they leak from the corners of my eyes and trail down to my lips.

There’s no blood, but it feels as though he’s ripped away pieces of my skin.

“That’s much better, pet,” he croons, stroking my sensitive skin. “Now it’s time for a treat.”

He pulls down his zipper, my leash still wrapped around his hand, the leather taut.

“Open up, kitten,” he demands, tugging at my neck.

I grit my teeth at the strain in my muscles. My body and mind battle over fighting or submitting. But I can’t. Not when his length springs free. The sight of it, long, thin and hard, has acid churning in my stomach. Tears leak and roll down my cheeks.

A slice stings across my shoulder. Heat flares, then pain. So much pain. Something hot and liquid slides down my arm.

I still don’t obey, though. I can’t.

I can’t do this.

His agitation grows, and grunts of frustration come from him.

Another slice.

More pain. More tears. More scalding blood spilling down my bare skin.

His length bobs in front of me. Twitching and leaking.

I gag.

“You will obey me!” he screams the last word. He tosses the knife behind him, then digs his fingers into my skin near one of the cuts, and twists hard.

Agony streaks through me, and my vision goes white. My mouth pops open with a silent scream.

With a triumphant sound, he shoves himself in.

Panic surges forward at such speed, I’m left feeling dizzy. I can’t breathe. Darkness shrouds the edges of my vision, and cotton fills my ears, making them ring.

His hand grips my jaw, and tips my face up, digging his fingers into my tear-drenched cheeks.

“If you bite, I’ll slice that pretty pink neck, kitten. Don’t think I can’t replace you. I’ve done it before, and I’ll do it again. Even if it pains me to.”

He pulls out and thrusts back in, but I can barely feel it. Blackness creeps across my vision, taking over and finally dragging me under.

I’m here, but I’m not.

FIVE

NATE

My blood burns. It’s like an infernal rage inside from not knowing where Rosy is or what’s happened to her.

It’s been two days since she walked out. I’ve messaged. I’ve called. I even waited like the guys asked me to. But fuck, it’s been hard.

Scenarios run nonstop through my mind. Every possibility of her hurting herself or someone hurting her. Or multiple people hurting—Fuck, it might be more than one person.

Storming my way out of our building, I head to the gym. Everyone skirts quickly out of my path, and no part of me cares or pays attention to how they scurry away. As long as they don’t slow me down, I don’t give a shit.

Except part of me wants someone to get in my way, to challenge my wrath. Give me an excuse to let it all out.