Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

flash of distress in those tantalizing eyes of yours, then watched your concern
drain when you decided you cared more about getting off than what I do in
my spare time.”
Releasing the arm twisted behind my back, he palms my shoulder,
shoving me so I’m flush with the mattress. He still puppeteers my fingers,
switching the motion to a counterclockwise rotation that has me drawing my
lip between my teeth to keep from crying out.
“You’ve never cared what people thought of me, have you?” he asks.
“Didn’t care about the souls I’ve stolen, or the lives ended at my bare hands.”
I feel his fingers drift over the scar on my thigh, then back up, circling my
entrance. The tip of one breaches me just slightly, eliciting a soft gasp from
my chest.
My stomach churns, something feral burgeoning inside me as the truth in
his words soaks into my skin, furthering my chase for release.
I don’t care about the lives he’s ended. That’s always been my problem.
“Someone is watching us,” he says, setting off red flags in my mind. My
eyes widen, searching for him, but in the same second he plunges three
fingers inside of me, stealing the words from my tongue.
I moan as he curls them against my inner walls, teasing and massaging as
he distracts me.
“I have a feeling it might be your father. I’m just not entirely sure why.”
My hand starts to pull away as his words penetrate my hazy brain, but he
smacks the inside of my thigh, and I jolt from having the sensitive flesh there
brutalized.
“I didn’t tell you to stop.” He starts to move his fingers quicker, shallow
thrusts that have me canting my hips up, silently pleading for more. “If he
wants to watch, we’re going to give him a show.”
The notion should give me pause, or make me recoil in horror, but it
doesn’t. An invisible fire ignites in my core, spreading like a fever
throughout my body, settling in my bones.
“I fear your parents—your mother, in particular—think they can rescue
you from me. So, in case they’ve planted that little seed in your mind, let me
uproot it entirely, once and for all.” My orgasm crests as he picks up his
speed, and I furiously rub my clit in an effort to keep up with his pace, the
dueling sensations causing my vision to blur.
“You’re going nowhere, my little Persephone. I didn’t bring you back to
my island just so you could leave, and I’m certainly not relieving you of your