His Dark Promise (Siren Publishing Classic) (10 page)

Once he was all the way inside her tight back entrance he set up a devastating pace and before too long she found herself begging him to allow her to come.

“No, not yet, darlin’, hold it and let it build up more.”

More, he wanted her to wait until it built up more. Was he crazy? If she allowed that then she would combust into white hot flames of forbidden desire. Her body was already starting to shake violently as she fought against the need to come. “Travis, please let me come. I can’t hold it back. It’s too strong. Let me come now, please!”

“No, not yet, wait, let it build up more.”

With her fists clenched in the bedsheets, Holly whimpered when she felt her inner muscles begin to tremble around his cock. She was so close any second now she was going to go over. Then she felt his devious fingers on her clit. He pinched the taut little bud with one hand while the other hand came down hard on her ass. She heard him growl for her to come and come now as he continued to reign down hard smacks onto her ass.

She let go then, screaming his name as she came.

Once again Holly found herself being taken to that dark place where decadent pleasure could be found. Only with Travis could she be taken there. Heat rose to the cheeks of her ass from his slaps he had given her. The warmth from his hand prolonged her orgasm.

She was panting heavily and sweat was beading on her skin. She wanted more and at the same time she wanted less. She shook her head when she felt the tremors of another more powerful climax assault her already overwrought body. She wanted to deny herself of it because she knew it would be too strong for her to handle. She couldn’t stop it no
matter how hard she fought against it. It surged forward and took her by surprise as it rose to full force and bowled her completely over. Somewhere in the cloud of orgasmic heaven, Holly was mildly aware of Travis roaring his praise to her as he released himself deep inside her tight channel.

Her orgasm must have been a strong enough to cause her to black out for a few minutes afterwards. When she did come crashing back to earth, Holly found she was curled up against Travis thoroughly and categorically satiated.

Yes, he certainly had fulfilled her appetite for him at least for now. And in the end they both came out winners in this little battle of wits. Next time he plays her libido against her she would make sure she won hands down. Resting her head down on his chest while he skimmed his hand up and down her back, Holly closed her eyes and let sleep come to her. For tonight she wanted nothing more than to fall asleep in his arms and wake up in the morning in the same position snuggled up close against him.

The next few days seem to fly by within a blink of an eye. With the office closing for the Christmas and New Year period Holly had finally finished up at work. Her apartment had been mostly packed up, barring a few minor bits and pieces. And when not packing up her place, she had spent quite a lot of her spare time with Travis. They both thoroughly enjoyed the sleepovers they indulged in, too. He had stayed at her place until it became overrun with boxes, which he ended up helping take down to the storage place once they were all sealed up and ready to go. Then when her new tenant’s gear had rocked up, Travis told Holly she was staying at his apartment and he wasn’t taking no for answer either.

Now, she was basically living with him, well, until her flight left in a few days’ time, that is. Holly didn’t want to believe she would never see Travis Kane again once she flew out of New York. She didn’t want to acknowledge the fact that there was a high chance he would move on to some new plaything once she boarded the plane. Was that a harsh view of a man who had brought
her
to more earth-shattering releases than any other man before him, and had also opened her heart up to, dare she say it out loud, love? Yes, but it was probably a true assumption. He was a bachelor before he slept with her on the night of the staff end-of-year party and he would go back to being one. Meanwhile, she would resume her lonely life in London, a life vacant of the love she held for him.

Spending so much time with Travis had opened her up to a love she had tried hard not to feel in the past. Holly couldn’t deny it now though. It seemed pointless to refuse her heart something she herself had always wanted. Nonetheless, how was she meant to cope with a broken heart?

She may have set out knowing her heart would and could get broken by him. But in the back of her mind Holly held onto hope. She had every faith in Travis that he could and would end up loving her the way she loved him. Yet, he showed no outward emotion that he did feel that way about her. Only when he made sweet, tender love to her did he openly show any real affection toward her. It gave Holly a faint glimmer of hope that he would let her into his heart one day like she had let him into hers. Over the past several days, Travis had been very thoughtful and caring even and catered to her every need barring one.

Her need for him to just love her was a need left unaccounted for. And the closer her departure date came the further away that same need was pushed out of reach. Her heart ached at the thought of leaving him and not knowing how he truly felt about her. Even with all the time they spend together, neither one of them had openly broached the subject of their feelings toward either. She presumed they were both waiting for the other one to bring up the subject first, which meant it hadn’t been brought up at all.

Now, Holly wondered if it was too late to bring it up. Was it too late to tell him how she really felt about him? Was it past the time frame to let him know that he meant more to her than any other human being ever had? Should she tell him he was the only man for her, that her heart would only ever love him?

What if he returned her feelings for him to her? Holly wasn’t sure she could accept them if he did, even though she was desperate to hear him whisper his words of love to her.

In the past, she had always steered clear of love. That was before she met Travis. The main reason she had was so she could protect herself from the hurt of having her
heart
broken. Now, Holly sensed
she was going to suffer
heartbreak
all because she loved a man who she assumed couldn’t love her for whatever his reasons were.

She would be a fool to try to tell
him
how she feels now. She sensed the moment had passed them both by. Realizing he could only care for her but not love her was something Holly didn’t want him to say out loud to her. She was days from leaving him and New York behind for a year for some grand adventure in London. She should be fucking happy. So why wasn’t she?

Because she had no idea how to deal with the ramifications of leaving her heart with Travis when she left him and New York behind, that was why. There were so many strong emotions rolling through her currently her body felt like it was getting pulled in every direction imaginable.

It may have been the first and probably the only time in her life she had let a man into her heart. It also meant she didn’t know how to cope with it or with the simple fact that in a few short days she would be leaving him behind.

Walking barefoot out onto the balcony of Travis’s apartment in a long, flowing winter dress with a cashmere wrap draped around her shoulders, Holly stared out blankly at the sun setting in the distance. Her gaze wandered over the view of colors splashing against the ominous clouds covering the sky and the buildings reflecting the orangey glow of the setting sun. It looked like rain may not be far off and she guessed she should get used to the wet weather, being that it was going to
be
cold and wintery in London when she arrived there soon.

She sighed heavily at that thought, and gripped the wrought iron railing with her hands and leaned forward on it. It seemed funny to her that the sky reflected how she felt on the inside. The dark, ominous clouds filled with rain matched her own need to cry so she could let loose some of the emotions swelling within her. To be able to let the tears rain down on her would perhaps free her of the despair filling her now.

Holly found she was going to miss a lot of things while she was away for a year. She would miss the hustle and bustle of New York, even if London had its own version of it. She would miss the bright lights of this great city at night, and miss the smells that lingered in the air to. But most of all she would miss the one man who has sent her careening into so many mind-blowing orgasms she had lost count on exactly how many. No matter how many orgasms he gifted her with, it wasn’t just the pleasure she would miss most about him. It was the man himself that she would miss most of all. Despite her objections and arguments with herself, Holly couldn’t deny that she had indeed fallen head over heels in love with Travis Kane.

And the big question was how did he feel about her? She couldn’t bring herself to ask him that, too afraid of the answer he may give her. If he did give her the wrong answer, Holly knew she would then end up even more brokenhearted than she already would be when she left him. See, this is the reason she tried so hard
not
to have any kind of relationship with Travis Kane, because he could affect her emotions and feelings so damn easily.

Closing her eyes, Holly let her head hang low so her chin almost touched her chest. She refused to cry, even when she could feel the sting of tears just waiting for their cue to run down her cheeks. No, she told herself, she would not cry over him. Goddamn it, she was leaving on a new adventure and she should be excited and jumping at the bit to get started on it. So why was she feeling so damn miserable instead, like her heart had already been ripped out of her bleeding chest?

Lost to her own thoughts, Holly didn’t hear Travis when he came back to his apartment. He had told her he had an errand to run and would be back soon. He had kissed her forehead then left. That was about forty minutes ago. So not hearing him sneak up behind her to wrap his arms low around her waist had her jumping within his hold. Turning her head up to him, she waited for him to take her lips with his and wasn’t disappointed. He dipped his head and took what she had silently offered him. He kissed her the way she loved to be taken by him, hard and demanding with soft little caresses in between.

She sighed against his chest when she turned around to face him and circled her arms low around his back. Travis rubbed her back with one hand while the other hand feathered into her hair, holding her closer to him. And again for the second time tonight Holly could feel tears wanting to leak from her eyes. She fought hard not to let them leak out but one lone tear slipped from her eye and ran silently down her cheek to drip onto his shirt.

Her heart was aching for a comfort, one she wasn’t sure she could find or even knew of. So she snuggled closer into his warm embrace and breathed in the scent of his expensive cologne. She was definitely going to have to buy a bottle of it at the duty-free store at the airport, so she could have a reminder of how he smelled to her.

God, she was crazy. She couldn’t do that. Why go torture herself with the scent of him when she couldn’t even have the real man himself? Pulling away from him, Holly turned back to the darkening view of the city. They were both silent for several
long
minutes until
Travis
broke their silence with a question
.
One she was still mulling over in her head to come up with an answer that spoke partly the truth and was partially a lie as well. Travis had sensed she wasn’t herself as soon as he saw her and had asked her if she was all right. Holly didn’t want to ruin his jovial mood with her despondent one, and whispered into the night forming around them what she really needed from him right at that moment.

“Travis, I just need you, here now, please.”

He didn’t verbally answer her and just stepped up behind her instead pushing his taut frame against her lithe one. His hands slipped around her front and worked their way up to her breasts. He tweaked her nipples beneath her dress and she sagged against him at the feel of his fingertips working her body into frenzy of need. When he told her to grip the wrought iron railing in front of her, Holly reached in front of her and grasped the cold, dark metal in her hands. He then pushed her forward slightly so she was almost balancing on the tips of her bare toes.

“Spread your legs, sweet darlin’,” his deep voice whispered over the flesh of her neck, causing her to shudder. Slowly Holly parted her legs to what she thought was an adequate distance, only to have him grasp her waist with his hands and push her feet further apart with his booted foot. “There, much better,” he crooned into her ear. “Now, sweet darlin’, tell me have you obeyed me tonight by going completely commando?”

Holly nodded her head to answer him. Her verbal answer left her lips on a sigh when his large, rough hands slipped down her legs to pull her dress up, baring her pussy and ass to the cooling breeze drifting around them. She shivered at the contact of it caressing her exposed lady parts and at the knowledge that there could be someone out there watching her being pleasurably tormented by this man.

His growl of “good girl” rang in her ears as he teased her pussy lips with his fingertips. Oh god, his touch and the brazen way he was teasing her body was so very decadent she never wanted it to stop. His name fell from her lips, as the pleasure built up to an almost unbearable peak. She was going to burst apart if she let go for sure. Travis must have sensed it, because the next thing Holly felt was him shoving two of his thick fingers into her weeping entrance, pumping them in and out of her core.