Promise Me Forever (Manhattan Ruthless #2)

by Sadie Kincaid

“No need to be shy about it, mi rosa. I love how wet you are, and the feeling is entirely mutual. My cock is so hard, I might come while I’m eating your pussy.”

“Why would I give a single fuck about that? I already know you’re going to taste amazing. Eating pussy is my favorite part of sex. I can’t wait to feel you come on my face.”

“Your ex must be a fucking idiot, because that is one of the sweetest pussies I have ever tasted in my life.” With that, he seals his mouth over mine and slips his tongue inside, giving me a brief kiss before he pulls back. “You see, Scarlet? You taste like absolute fucking heaven.”

“It’s good. Uh, I think I’d better go. Leave you to build your empire or buy Arizona, or whatever it is you have on your to-do list today.” He nods and gazes at me over the steam from his coffee mug. “Okay. But that’s my favorite shirt you’re wearing. I’d like it back before you go.” Seriously? Does this guy think I’m some kind of international shirt thief? “Of course you can have it back. I’m pretty sure walking out of here in nothing but your shirt and my panties will look even worse than me walking out in my bridesmaid dress.” “Take it off, then.” “What? Right now? You can’t wait like five minutes?” “No. It’s my favorite shirt. Take it off. Now, Scarlet,”

I tell Nathan I’m going to rejoin our father and brothers in the dining room. I’m not doing that, of course. I’m about to do something macho and stupid.

“I think the more pertinent question is what the hell are you doing, Miss Ryder?” “I’m on a date.” “Yes, I can fucking see that,” he growls. I shake my head in astonishment. “What does that even have to do with you?” He draws a breath through his nose, his nostrils flaring. He inches closer, and I retreat until my back hits the cold metal door we just came out of. “It has everything to do with me. If he touches you again, I’m going to send him to the Chicago office. If he’s lucky. I might open an office in Siberia to get rid of him.” “Touch me? He barely brushed my hand.” His tongue, his wickedly sinful tongue, darts out, and he runs it over his bottom lip. “I. Don’t. Care.”

“You think I don’t want you?” I tip my jaw and try my best to maintain a semblance of composure. “You made that very clear.” He bangs his fist on the steel door beside my head, making me jump. “Goddammit, Amelia, I wish that I didn’t fucking want you. Life would be so much easier if that were true. But every second of every goddamn day, all I can think about is how badly I want to touch you. How I want to kiss you and taste you and bend you over my desk and fuck you!”

He finally breaks our kiss, leaving me gasping for air and grinding himself into me. “That’s all for you, Amelia. You have me walking around this city with a permanent fucking hard-on.” He tilts his head, eyes narrowed as they rake over my face. “Is the feeling mutual?” “W-what?” His free hand skates over my ass and down the outside of my thigh. He tugs at the fabric of my dress, pulling it higher. “Are. You. Wet?” He punctuates each word with a kiss on my neck that has me squirming. “N-no,” I lie. He smirks, his deep brown eyes twinkling as he pulls my dress higher. “Shall we see about that?”

“You lied to me, Amelia. You’re fucking soaked.” Embarrassment heats my cheeks. I close my eyes and drop my head back against the door with a soft thud. “Oh god.” He rests his lips against the shell of my ear, his warm breath dusting over my neck. “Is this all for me? Don’t lie to me again.” I screw my eyes shut. “Yes, Drake. It’s all for you.”

“Because you’re mine, Amelia. Don’t you understand that yet? You don’t get to drive me crazy every second of every fucking day and then go on a date with some jackass who works for me. In fact, you don’t get to go on a date with anyone. Ever.” Where the fuck did that come from? What has this woman done to me?

“All I can think about is how good your tight cunt feels when I sink my cock into you, like we were made to fit each other. Your smile is the only goddamn thing I see when I close my eyes. You are the air that I breathe. You are everything and everywhere, and I can’t go one more single fucking day without touching you.”

“Oh, I want to do you every single way there is, Miss Ryder, and then I’m going to invent some new ones. But I want to do this whole thing with you. Whatever this is. Whatever it looks like. We can keep it a secret or tell the whole fucking world, but just let me have you.”

“Fuck, you taste even better than I remember, mi rosa,” I groan, sucking her clit into my mouth. “So much better than having to taste you on my fingers.”

“I’m sure I’m going to eat your pussy until you scream this entire apartment building down.” He presses a kiss at the base of my throat. “And when I’m done, you’re going to ride me like my good fucking girl.”

Is it too complicated for you, Drake?” He pulls me into his arms and holds me so tight I can’t breathe. It’s the absolute best hug I’ve ever had. “It’s complicated, yeah. But too complicated? No. You’re worth a little complication. What about you? Any second thoughts?”

“Can’t help it. I can’t get enough of you, and neither can my cock. And that’s fine everywhere else, but in the office? There’s no way I can cope with seeing you every day and not fucking you. How will I look at you in your sexy little outfits⁠—” “I do not wear sexy little outfits.” “That, baby, is in the eye of the beholder—you always look sexy to me. I’ve

been fantasizing about that wrap dress of yours for way too long. You, the dress, my desk. Me, balls-deep in your tight wet pussy. Choking you with those strings of pearls. Fuck, keeping this a secret is going to be impossible.”

“What the heck is going on? Since when am I employee of the month?” “Mi rosa, you’re employee of the month every month. That blowjob you gave me this morning at my desk? Sensational.”

“I’ve truly never seen anything so perfect as this, Amelia. You, tied up beneath me. The way your flesh is so soft around the knots. The way your perfect tits are spilling around that rope.”

“You,” I growl as I explore her, “are a very bad secretary. How dare you come in here, flaunting this perfect body and making my cock harder than steel while I’m talking on the phone with important clients.”

“Drake,” she protests, but it’s halfhearted. “Answer him, baby,” I command. “Or would you like me to speak to him and tell him exactly what I’m doing to you?” I slide a finger inside her wet center, and her back bows. “You wouldn’t.” Her face is a mask of shock. My eyes narrow. “You really want to test me on that, mi rosa?” She shakes her head. “N-no.” Her phone stops ringing but immediately starts up again. “Then answer it, Amelia. Now.”

“You won’t need any brainpower for what I have planned, baby. And I know you’re a little sore, but I don’t think your sweet pussy got the memo because you’re fucking soaked for me.”

“God, I missed having you squirt your cum all over my face,” he says, climbing under the covers and pulling my shaking body into his arms.