Page 7 of The Broken Promises

I let her cry on my chest while gently patting her back. My heart breaks as her tears wet my shirt and I feel her tremble in my arms. I promised to protect her and aimed to make her happy, but I pulled her back to the misery she suffered from.

“I’ll give it a try. I’ll do it,” Sasha begs while kissing the backs of my hands like a beggar.

I pull my hand from her and kiss her passionately. Her lips tremble as we kiss. Her breath shakes as we lock our mouths together. She is kissing me because she thinks she has to. I pull away from her and wipe her tears. “Be anyone you want, baby. You don’t have to do anything.”

Sasha looks at me while sobbing heavily. I chuckle when she suddenly cries like a child again while hugging me. I shower her head with kisses while pulling her back to bed. She stops sobbing as we cuddle. She giggles and strums her fingers on my chest after looking at me.

"Maybe we should skip having a baby," I joke while caressing Sasha's cheek. "This crybaby is already a handful."

Sasha laughs and playfully slaps my chest. Her laughs fade, but her lips curve to a better smile. “I know I’m what they call vanilla, but I’m willing to spice it up. Just give me time.”

"I admit I would love it if you tried the things I want, but I don't want you to force yourself," I say while showering her with quick kisses. "But I love you still."

Sasha falls silent and looks at me for a while. I've told her those words many times, but she still has to say them back to me. I don't need to hear it from her; she makes me feel it. Sasha smiles and snuggles closer to me.

"I love…" my heart stops when Sasha utters the words. Her hot breath electrifies me when she pauses and sighs. She kisses my chest, giggles, and says, "Making love to you."

I frown but turn it into a smile when she looks at me and brushes her hands on my cheeks. She wriggles upward to reach my lips with hers. She scratches my jaw while lovingly kissing me.

“Very vanilla, huh?” Sasha asks after our lingering kiss. “Dmitri.”

Sasha's laugh fills the room when I roll on top of her. She stops and inhales when I brush my nose on her cheeks. Her laughs become soft moans as I lightly touch her skin with my lips.

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Sasha

My heart stops when Dmitri pushes his face closer to mine. He’s a demon with an angelic smile that makes me feel like I’m in heaven. He has become a reminder that I’m weak.

I decided that I wouldn't let him or Gabriel dictate my face. But a few minutes after making that choice, I needed Dmitri. He has become my source of strength. He is essential to everything I want to do or become. I can't take my revenge against Gabriel without using him. I can never be safe without his protection. And I'm unsure if I'll become whole without him, too.

“What is wrong?” Dmitri asks. “You always zone out tonight.”

"I'm…tonight I suddenly became afraid I'm losing you," it's a half-truth. Dmitri becomes puzzled by my reply. I smile and explain, "You've been out almost every night. I overthought a little. A lot.”

Dmitri laughs and lies on my side again. "I'm going to kill Gabriel."

Dmitri's words electrocute my heart, inducing a strange concern. The same worry I had when I thought my father would kill Gabriel. I want to kill Gabriel; I want him to suffer along with those men who raped me. But instead of hoping Dmitri's words would happen, they reminded me of how much I shielded Gabriel from harm.

"I don't know what got into him. He suddenly threw these parties and got into trouble," Dmitri adds. "I should learn to reject his invitations."

"Dmitri," I exclaim when he rolls on me again.

"I don't want you to overthink anything," Dmitri kisses me. "I don't mind having vanilla. I think it'll become my favorite."

I wriggle gently on the sheet when he scratches my inner thighs. His kisses become fiery, shaking me with heat all over. I raise my chin and allow him to kiss my neck. I giggle when he playfully bites my neck with his lips and sucks it. But instead of sucking my blood, Dmitri makes it boil.

He smiles and rips my silk undies. I hate it when Dmitri does that, but I find it sexy when he does that. I take a deep breath when his fingers explore my folds, stretching my labia and allowing the cold air to blow in my pussy. I lower the thin strap of my lingerie to expose my breasts.

“Dmitri,” I moan as he traces my clit with his fingers and my tits with his tongue. My hips gyrate when he pushes his thumb on my clit to put pressure around it.

I bite my lips and contract the walls of my pussy to fight the pressure of his thumb. The tingling sensation spreads all over my lower torso, causing me to raise my hips a little. Dmitri slides his free hand on my back and lifts me, leveling my face to his.

He caresses my face with the tip of his nose and teases me with quick kisses. I thread my fingers on his hair and boldly capture his mouth with mine. I urge him to use his tongue, but he teases me by curling them away from mine. I giggle and force my tongue into his mouth and control the kiss.

I pull away to exhale when Dmitri's fingers penetrate my pussy holes. My walls throb and welcome his long fingers with wetness and heat. I raise my hips and allow his fingers to slip deeper. He smiles when I moan his name while his fingers thrust in and out of me. He catches my mouth and pushes his tongue deeper into my throat, forcing me to suck it.

Dmitri increases the intensity of his thrust; I counter the slides of his fingers with my hips. I moan in his mouth when he touches my G-spot again. My body waves while my toes curl as beautiful heat spreads around my hips, preparing me for an orgasm. Dmitri groans when I pull his hair to hold my explosion.