The Worst Kind of Promise (Riverside Reapers #2)

by Celeste Briars

“Just because you’re used to taking care of yourself doesn’t mean you should be. Accepting help isn’t a sign of weakness; it doesn’t diminish your strength or resilience. You’re stronger if you acknowledge you need help,” Kit coos softly, making my heart flare brightly in my chest, so much so that someone could probably use it as a homing beacon from miles away. “You’re so content with carrying all this weight on your shoulders. Now let me carry some of it for you.”

“I don’t do casual, Kit. I’m not some conquest you can just toss aside when you get bored. I’m not interested in fucking for the sake of fucking. I want to mean something to someone.”

Electricity pulses through me, and when my tongue finds hers, she lets out the most delicious moan. That tiny taste of a sound—orgasmic in all the right ways—makes my cock strain painfully against my boxers, weeping at the mere idea of being inside of her. Just thinking about her tight pussy clenching around my girth, moving me deeper with her slick arousal, has me harder than I’ve ever been before. I’m pretty sure there’s pre-cum staining my underwear right now.

Okay, I’m aware that pet names aren’t really keeping things “platonic” between us, but I can’t deny that it doesn’t suit her. Blame it on a Freudian slip. I don’t see her as some damsel in distress that needs to be saved; I see her as a princess who deserves to be adored, to be spoiled, to be tended to at her beck and call. And fuck, I’d give anything to be her prince.

I shouldn’t think about her tongue tracing the length of my dick, lapping at the crown before repeating the process until I’m leaking for her. I shouldn’t think about the heat of her mouth as she engulfs me, the little noises that slip out of her, the way her chin presses against my full and aching balls. And I definitely shouldn’t think about talking her through it—her choking me down until she can fit every inch inside her perfect mouth, saliva pooling and stringing from the corners of her lips, her hand pumping me at the base with equal enthusiasm—

“I was just talking about how thrilling reading can actually be. It’s relaxing but stimulating. You’re in this other little world, experiencing it for the very first time. You don’t have to worry about your shitty desk job or the errands you have to run tomorrow. You can just…escape.”

“Is that what you like to do? Escape?” “I think so. My life hasn’t always been that great, and during times when it isn’t, I look for a way to get out of it,”

The lace of her panties is a bright fuchsia, riding high on her hips, no doubt revealing the most perfect backside. Perky and small, like a Georgia peach. I can only imagine the way it’ll bounce when she rides me, how red her cheeks will be when I spank her and mark her as mine. My spit-drenched cock sliding in her asshole as I pull her hair, subdue her, fuck her like the good girl I know she is.

“Is this what you want, Princess? For me to eat you out right here, where anyone can walk in and catch us?”

“You like the idea of being watched, don’t you? You’re a fucking whore for it.”

He’s not going to hurt you, Faye. He’s going to be with you every step of the way. You deserve this. You deserve to feel safe in your own body.

“Can’t wait until I’m sliding into this gorgeous cunt. Can’t wait to paint your tits with my cum, write my name in it so you remember who the fuck you belong to.”

“You’re mine, Faye. Do you hear that? This pretty, pink pussy, this fuckable ass, that perfect, swinging pair of tits, those flawless legs of yours. Everything about you—mine.”

“I’m so obsessed with you, do you know that? This is what you do to me.”

I’m so tired of feeling. I’m so tired of always wearing my heart on my sleeve. I wish I could turn my emotions off. I wish I could stop feeling.

I’m about to come myself just from watching her get there.

I’ll always crawl back to her. I’ll crawl to her on my knees across the broken shards of my heart. I’ll crawl to her when she’s thousands of miles away from me. I’ll crawl to her even if she never wants to see me again, because that’s the power she has over me. That’s the kind of love that possesses me. Unconditional, undying, unequivocal. I’m forever hers.

I was convinced that I was in the right, and I wasn’t willing to change my mind to understand where you were coming from. But in doing so, I fucked up what we had. I broke your trust…again. I believed that love was all about sacrifices instead of compromises.”

She loves me. Not just with a “too,” either. Not just a response to my profession. A full statement. I love this girl so fucking much.

If we’re fucking in the rink, Faye, we’re not stopping. Not for a second. Not for a break. Not when you beg me to go gentler, not when there’re tears streaming down your face. I’m gonna fuck you hard and rough with my fat cock. And once you’ve come multiple times for me, I’m going to abuse that greedy cunt of yours until I paint your walls with my cum.”

I don’t know how to describe it, but my heart doesn’t even feel like it’s mine. Every emotion I feel comes directly through Faye. Sadness, predominantly. So much sadness that no single person could possibly endure on their own.

“B-but you’re not broken,” she sniffles. I chuff out a laugh. “I was—I still am—but you fixed that part of me. You showed me what it means to be loved. You patched those empty holes inside of me with your compassion, your selflessness, your generosity. You’ve given my heart a reason to beat. Nothing can compare to being loved by someone as incredible as you. People wait decades to find their other half, and some go their whole life without ever meeting

them. But by some miracle, which I definitely never deserved, you found your way to me.”

If you wanted what was best for me, you’d accept whoever I fell in love with, no matter who they were.

“I’m so sorry that I didn’t tell you about me and Kit. He’s your friend. You had every right to know about us. I felt terrible keeping it from you. I never wanted to go behind your back. I didn’t think you’d approve of us, and I love him so much, Hayes. I wasn’t ready to let him go. If it came down to you and him, I wouldn’t be able to pick.”