Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

either side of the hall, we finally stop in front of the last one, and he removes
himself from me entirely.
“This is… our room,” he says, pushing the door open with a sweep of his
hand.
“Ours?”
Unlike the rest of the house, the master looks distinctly Kallum—still no
personal effects in sight, all-black furniture strategically placed in different
spots around the room, and long drapes above the windows blocking out any
chance of the sun poking through.
“Yes. Did you think I’d make up a room special for you?”
Shrugging, I press my palms into my thighs, rolling back on my heels. “I
don’t know how fake marriages work. I guess I just assumed our living
arrangements would be separate.”
The creases around his eyes deepen, a glare rippling between his brows.
He takes a step forward, a harsh glint liquefying his irises, and I move back
until my ass hits a dresser, trapping me in place.
“This isn’t the first time you’ve suggested our union is less than
legitimate,” he grumbles, stopping when the toes of our shoes touch, keeping
his body a hair’s distance away from mine. “What the fuck do you think is
going on here?”
I swallow, my nostrils flaring as I choke on the way his scent envelops
me. “I don’t know. You haven’t told me anything.”
“Let’s get one thing straight, little one.” His hand grabs my ass, squeezing
harshly before sliding up my side and around to my neck. Wrapping his
fingers in a collar around my throat, he presses in at the sides, expelling the
air from my lungs as he leans in and drags his nose along mine. “We’re
married. Husband and wife before the good Lord himself. It’s as legitimate
as yours to Mateo would have been, except maybe even more so since we
know each other so intimately.”
Rising up on my tiptoes, I try to gain purchase and relief as the lack of
oxygen burns the back of my throat. Desire stirs low in my belly at the rough
feel of his hands on me, and even though fear is a close accompaniment,
that’s what I find myself focusing on.
“Do you remember how I felt inside you?” Kal asks, shifting so he can
push my jaw up and capture it between his teeth. Biting down, he latches
onto my skin, the flash of pain sending a jolt of red-hot lust down my spine.
“The way I split you apart with my cock and made you beg me to hurt you?”