Dark Desires (Dark Romance Boxed Set) Page 12

  A hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Something like that.” He paused at a picture of a blonde girl, big bright blue eyes, so full of promise. She was perhaps fourteen. Way too young to be introduced to sex, let alone be used over and over… A chill ran up her spine. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to see that man die. She wanted Colin to do what he did so that man would never hurt another girl.

  “Some people don’t deserve to live, Gabby.”

  She imagined what she’d do if that girl were here or feel if the girl whose photo was staring up at her was her daughter. She’d do whatever it took, kill whomever she had to in order to get justice.

  “They’re all bad people, Gabby. The world is a better place without them.”

  “Are they all like him?”

  “Some worse. Some almost as bad. The world is better without them. Innocent lives are saved because of what I do.”

  “I… get it.” And she did. She really did. She looked up from the blinking screen to meet his eyes. “I get it,” she repeated, closing the laptop. Nothing had changed. He was still her hero. How he went about it wasn’t her concern. He was making the world a better place. It’s still okay, she reassured herself.

  He tentatively reached out to her, brushing his knuckles along her cheek. “I don’t ever want you to feel scared around me, Gabby. It would kill me to think you think I’m some kind of –”

  “– I don’t.” She leaned into him and ghosted her lips across his. “You’re still my hero.”

  ~*~*~*~*~

  He’d been through a lot of hairy situations in his lifetime, but surprisingly enough he’d never felt as scared as he had been when he came home to see Gabriella sitting on his bedroom floor surrounded by his tools. He loved the way she looked up at him with love and admiration in her eyes. And he’d do anything – anything – to ensure that that never changed.

  He cared about what she thought of him, which was unusual since others’ opinion of him normally never mattered. Even his parents’ approval he didn’t seek any longer. Could this be what love felt like? He didn’t know. Maybe?

  “I don’t want that to ever change, Gab. Whatever happens I hope you know I’ll do anything to make sure no one ever hurts you, myself included.”

  The indecision that had been filling her eyes slowly gave way to affection. She was still his. Thank God for small miracles. Maybe her discovering a tiny bit of who he was, was a good thing. She seemed to be doing okay with the knowledge; maybe one day he’d be able to share everything.

  His mind momentarily flashed back to the previous few days as he interrogated Dominik’s goon – so much blood. Those few days had been what he needed; slicing open the throat of Dominik’s man had been so completely satisfying and had curbed the craving. On second thought, maybe he wouldn’t tell her everything.

  “Hey. Colin?”

  Pulled from his reverie, he glanced down at her to see a mischievous gleam in her eyes. Okay, what’s up with this mood shift?

  “Yeah.”

  She chewed at her lower lip and slowly slid from the bed. “I have an idea.”

  Colin cocked his head to the side and continued to eye her, perplexed. “Okay.”

  “Lie down on the bed, on your back,” she ordered as she made her way over to his tools.

  “What are you thinking?” He did as told, curious, but patiently waiting for her to reveal her idea.

  She went to the big leather roll that contained his knives and opened it.

  “Umm. Honey, not sure where this is going but I’m not really into –”

  There was a clinking sound and when she straightened and turned back to face him she had two pairs of handcuffs in her hands. His eyes landed on the handcuffs and he let out a sigh of relief.

  “I was thinking…” She dangled the cuffs from her fingertips as she made her way back to the bed. “I’ve always wanted to cuff someone.”

  He chuckled, raising a brow at her. “Is that so?”

  She nodded as she crawled onto the bed with him.

  ~*~*~*~*~

  Straddling his chest, her skirt hiking up around her waist in the process, Gabriella grabbed his left wrist, slapped the first cuff on and was about to pull it up over his head when he stopped her.

  She frowned, looking down into his eyes. “What?”

  “Are you okay?”

  Gabriella released his wrist and sat back on him, her hands on his shoulders. “I’m okay.”

  “Swear.” There was concern and worry in his dark eyes. He was always so confident – self-assured – like nothing in the world mattered to him. Seeing emotion in his eyes reassured her that she was right about him. He was still the man she was falling in love with.

  She wiggled further down on his body until she was straddling his waist and leaned down on him. She brushed her lips across his. “I swear. It’s a shock. I was still thinking you were some pencil-pushing agent. But when you came home a few days ago I realized you were in deeper than I’d thought. That people really got hurt. That sealed what I knew in the back of my mind. But, I get it, Colin. I do. It doesn’t change anything.”

  His expression softened as he touched her cheeks and traced her lower lip with his thumb. The tension between them increased as they stared into each other’s eyes.

  The words “I love you” were on the tip of her tongue, but she kept them back as she waited for him to utter them first.

  “I –”

  Her heart stopped, her breath bated.

  “– think you’re amazing, Gab. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

  Fuck it. That was close enough for her. She lowered her lips to his, nipping at his lower lip. He groaned, low and feral, his hand slipping to the back of her head and forcing her lips tight to his. She sighed against his lips and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

  As his tongue slipped between her lips and touched hers a shot of electric pleasure rushed down her spine and ignited the need between her legs. She pressed herself tighter to him, her body lying flush against his. His cock began to harden under her. She ground her pelvis against the ridge of his shaft as it thickened.

  Clothes – too many clothes between them.

  His hands slid to her ass, gripping the cheeks in his hands and pulling the apex between her legs tighter to him.

  “Mmmm. This would be much more fun if you give me a minute to get our clothes off.” She pulled up from him, grabbed his wrist once more and quickly secured the cuff to the bedpost. Taking his other hand, she did the same thing, securing his wrist with one cuff and the other cuff to the bedpost.

  She sat up on him and surveyed her handiwork. He looked good spread out for her. Vulnerable, which wasn’t a way she usually got to see him. Despite being secured he still gave off the alpha aura. Fuck, it was sexy.

  “What?” He smiled up at her, giving the cuffs a shake, testing them.

  “I think I like you this way.” She slowly began to undo the buttons on his shirt. The throbbing between her legs increased and she was finding her panties were becoming damp with her desire. She wiggled over him, attempting to relieve the pressure.

  “You’re a cruel woman,” he groaned as he pulled at his restraints.

  She got to the final button and frowned.

  “What’s the problem?”

  She motioned to his undershirt and then up at the cuffs. “How am I going to get this off?” She looked back over her shoulder and spotted his rolls of knives. “Hold on. We’ll cut it off.”

  “What? Whoa, hey. Ummm. Babe.” There was a rattling sound as he attempted to free himself from the restraints.

  Gabriella laughed to herself as she heard the strain in his voice as she sprang from the bed and began to sort through his knives.

  His eyes widened as she grabbed a large knife from its leather slot. She had to admit it was a beautiful knife; the silver gleamed as the light from the full moon outside the window shone off of it.

  “This is faster.�
�� She hopped back up onto the bed and retook her position straddling him. She grabbed the hem of his white undershirt and placed the blade under it.

  “Ummm. Gab. It’s sharp.” He wiggled under her, pulling at his restraints.

  “You trust me?”

  He gulped, but relaxed under her. “Of course.”

  She pulled up and true to his word the blade was amazingly sharp, cutting through the material as if it were butter, leaving his chest and torso bare for her. She giggled as he released the breath he’d been holding.

  “That’s better.” She leaned over him, placed the knife on the night table and placed a kiss on his chest. “I told ya I wouldn’t cut ya.”

  Many of the bruises that were a deep red and purple colour days ago were already lightening. He still had a bandage covering his side, but aside from that he appeared to be getting better already.

  “I’m just glad you’re not planning on using that on my pants.”

  She fingered a circular scar on his shoulder. “What’s that from?”

  “I was shot.”

  “My God! When?”

  “It was through and through. No big deal. Long time ago.”

  She raised a skeptical brow at him. “Uh-huh.” Leaning over she kissed his chest again and began to kiss a string of kisses down his torso until she reached his pants. Feeling his body tense under her she looked up to see him watching her intently, desire raging within his eyes.

  Quickly she undid his belt and pants. Once done she pulled his pants and boxers down and off, leaving his beautiful, fully erect dick exposed for her. She grasped his shaft and began to gently stroke him, milking him while watching his expression. The muscles in his body tensed even further and he struggled with his binds.

  She loved the power she had over him now. He was strong, powerful. He held the lives of other men in his hands, but tonight she was in control; she had the power. She stroked him harder, faster, causing him to groan and thrust into her hand, as a pebble of cum formed at the tip of his cock.

  As she continued to stroke him, her tongue lashed out and licked between his balls. His body jerked and he groaned again. Smiling, she gently sucked one of his balls in her mouth, teasing it with her tongue.

  “Oh Jesus, Gabby!” She could hear the cuffs rattling as he tried to break free.

  Releasing the first ball, she sucked in the second, giving it equal attention before releasing it and glancing up to see him watching her intently. She continued to stroke him, while drips of pre-cum slipped down her hand.

  Moving her hand to the base of his cock, she lowered her head again to tease the tip of his dick with her tongue. She taunted and teased the slit until he was groaning in anxiety.

  “Gabriella. God. Please.” He tugged hard on the restraints, thrusting his hips up, anxious to have her mouth take him in fully.

  She continued to tease, sliding the tip of her tongue down and back up the length of his shaft. The muscles in his legs and abdomen were becoming solid and tense with anticipation as she continued to tease. Though for a moment she wondered who was getting teased worse, him or her, as her panties became uncomfortably wet with her desire. Her clothing was becoming way too restrictive but she wanted – no needed – to feel his cum beating against the back of her throat before she eased her own tension.

  She glanced up at him, and upon seeing the deep desire and tension in his eyes and expression she couldn’t continue to torture him any longer. Switching gears, her intention was no longer to tease, but to have him cum hard and fast. She took him fully into her mouth until the tip of his dick slammed against the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, but held herself together as her mouth moved up and down on him; fast, faster!

  He groaned loudly, bucking wildly up into her mouth, moving with her movements.

  She mimicked his moan, the vibrations from her moan rushing through him, making him groan again.

  “Holy fuck, I’m going to come soon!”

  She smiled as she continued to suck him, treating his shaft as if it were the most delicious thing she’d ever had the pleasure of experiencing. She could feel his balls begin to tighten as she stroked the lower half of his length. He was close – very close.

  She redoubled her efforts. Stroking faster, using her tongue to tease until finally she heard a low growl-like sound come from him, his cock throbbed and hardened to its full potential and within seconds a stream of seed came shooting from him. She swallowed it down greedily as he filled her mouth.

  “Let me go!” he growled.

  She glanced up to see a passion more intense than she’d ever seen dancing in his eyes. A shiver ran down her spine and her pussy began to throb – almost painfully. She needed to be taken as much as he needed to take her.

  Chapter 17

  Colin’s body was on fire; despite his orgasm he needed her. He needed to bury himself deep within her. She’d teased too long, even his ejaculation hadn’t relieved the ache in his cock and balls. He was still at half-mast and as soon as the blasted cuffs were off, he’d teach her what happened when she teased. Though, by the look of need in her eyes he doubted it would be much of a punishment.

  She scampered off the bed and grabbed the keys from the leather holder. She undid the first cuff and as soon as he heard the click of his second wrist coming undone, he was up and pressing her back on the bed, positioning himself between her legs.

  “Was this dress expensive?” he asked, tearing at the buttons like a man obsessed.

  “Ummm. I. No.”

  Grabbing the knife she’d used on him from the nightstand behind him, he slit the dress down the front, tearing the clothing from her body. One more flick of the wrist and her bra was sliced in half. Another flick and she was beautifully naked under him. He tossed the knife to the floor as he claimed one nipple between his teeth, nipping a little too hard, he imagined, but by the way she cried out in pleasure and the way she clawed at his back he doubted she minded.

  He slid a hand between them and cupped her mound. She bucked against his hand and writhed under him. Spreading her soft folds, he ran a finger between them to find her drenched with her arousal. His cock went from semi-hard to rock solid. He needed in her – NOW!

  “I’ll buy you new clothes,” he murmured as he released the first rock hard pink nipple and latched onto the second.

  “I don’t care.” She arched her back as his tongue teased the hardening nipple, her fingernails dug deeper into his shoulders, to the point of nailing, but he barely noticed. “Just fuck me!”

  Releasing her nipple, he sat up and grabbed her leg, and flipped her onto her stomach. She groaned, and quickly sat back onto her knees, offering herself to him.

  His eyes landed on her beautiful, round ass. He parted her ass cheeks and was tempted to take her back entrance, but his need was at the point of being frenzied. He doubted he’d be able to take her gently enough to not hurt her in the state he was in.

  He knew she was already drenched and prepared for him, so not wasting any time he lined himself up to her and drove deep and hard into her pussy. She screamed out, bucking wildly back against him, her fingers digging into the blankets under her.

  “Oh fuck, yes! Colin yes!”

  He held himself deep within her for the span of a couple of beats, savouring the way her pussy gripped him so beautifully – like it was made especially for him. Gripping her hips, he began to fuck her in earnest, fast and hard. Each thrust was greeted with a cry out from her as she attempted to keep up, but he was a man possessed.

  Not being able to resist her ass a moment longer, he used her juices to lube up his index finger and began to slip his finger into her. The tight muscle blocking her back entrance resisted – at first – but as he used his other hand to work her clit he was granted passage. He pushed his finger in deeper and deeper with each thrust. He was halfway into her ass when he felt her body begin to tremble under him.

  “Oh, yesyesyesyes.” Her whimpered moans and requests for more became frenzied
until he could barely understand what she was saying. But he knew what she wanted and he was intent on giving it to her and taking what he needed in the process.

  As her body prepared to come her pussy began to milk his cock, gripping around him. As he shoved his finger fully into her ass she screamed out and bucked back hard against his cock and finger, her core throbbing and a gush of her juices flooding his cock, which continued to hammer into her.

  He watched a minute, loving the way it looked to see his dick disappearing and reappearing from within her. They were connected. She was his, fully and completely.

  “Dammit, your pussy looks so good getting fucked baby.”

  An intense feeling of satisfaction rushed through him as her spasms continued, and she rode the wave of a series of orgasms. Pulling his finger from her, he let his head fall back and concentrated on the sensations rushing through him. His balls were aching, his cock throbbing. He was there. With a final hard, rough thrust and a loud groan he unleashed within her. Spurt after spurt of cum filled her, until a mixture of their juices came rushing past his cock and slid down her inner thighs.

  “Holy fuck!” He took a deep breath in and slowly released it. As he pulled out, she flopped face down on the bed, panting hard.

  She groaned and then slowly rolled to her back. “That was –”

  “– Incredible.” He looked down at her and grinned as he saw a wide smile of satisfaction on her lips.

  She nodded. “Very.” She continued to pant, her beautiful breasts jiggling with the movement.

  He flopped down onto the bed and she quickly took up position cuddled next to him. Pulling her tight, he raked his fingers through her hair, watching the golden strands slip from his fingers – strand by strand.

  “Mmmm. That feels nice,” she murmured, kissing his shoulder and then burying her face against his neck. Her fingers lazily traced the contours of hard muscle in his chest.

  “So… are you really okay?”

  She looked up and smiled softly. “We’re okay.” She readjusted herself, crossing her arms over his chest and placing her chin upon her hands. Her gaze locked onto his and he knew everything she was thinking and feeling without her saying a word. “Colin, I – “