Page 19 of Only in the Dark
“Damn. I didn’t expect that. I’d do anything for you—bleed myself dry, break every bone, and still crawl back for more.”
“Before you say that, there’s something I need to know and something you need to know. I never lied to your dad. I’m an entrepreneur…but I kill men I feel are deserving, for money. Mother didn’t discriminate; she killed everyone she was paid to kill. And what about you, Kieran?” I turned to face him, straddling him. A bit of water splashed out of the tub, but I didn’t care. I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaned forward, and peppered kisses along his cheek and jawline. “Who do you kill?” I whispered in his ear, mustering up the best seductive voice I could produce.
He groaned, his arms settling on the small of my back and pulling my body toward him, until we were as close as physically possible. “I kill men who got away with their crimes. The worse the crime, the more torturous the kill.”
“Mmm, talking about torture turns me on. It’s too bad I’m exhausted,” I teased, feeling his half-hard cock grow against me. “But maybe tomorrow you can sneak into my room tomorrow night and have your way with me. Maybe you could even make me a special tea.” I leaned forward, pressing my forehead against his shoulder and closing my eyes. A bath was the perfect way to relax so I could sleep, apparently.
Kieran’s laugh was so deep his chest rose and fell, and I lifted my head to look at him, a little dizzy and groggy now. Hopefully, he’d be able to get me out of the bath and into bed without too much of a hassle. I wasn’t used to feeling like this, not since…Fuck.
“I thought you might struggle to sleep, so I made you my special tea already. The timing happened to be perfect, Little Serpent, because I’m not done with you tonight. Hopefully, you’ll wake up to enjoy it, too, or else you’ll wake up with a mess between your legs and know I gave you exactly what you wanted.”
I wanted to fight, but fatigue won as I collapsed in his arms.
Kieran Harlowe
No matter how hard or often I worked out, carrying dead weight out of a bathtub was hard work. Thankfully, her arms were slumped around my neck when she knocked out, and now she was a snoring, drooling mess on my shoulder that I had to get into bed. I’d have my fun later, but first I wanted to let her rest. It’d be no fun if she couldn’t wake up during the act like she wanted, no matter what I said before she passed out.
I thought about putting clothes on her before setting her in the bed, under the comforter, but it would’ve been hard and it wasn’t like she needed them later. I had extra clothes in the bag I brought to the club, knowing I’d end up home with her whether she knew it or not. I wasn’t quite expecting so much blood, but it didn’t matter, since it made my Olivia happy.
I would’ve jumped naked into bed with Olivia instead of throwing on a t-shirt and boxers, but I had to take care of Pixie while her mom was incapacitated, since I was at fault. I figured I had a good few hours to kill before giving Olivia what she asked for.
I grabbed my phone and checked my messages, impatiently waiting for a status update, as one does after trying to get away with literal murder.
Unknown
Body removed.
Cleaning crew coming through. No one is left in the hallway now.
The texts didn’t warrant a response. They were updating me on where they stood with their work. I employed only the best bodyguards and cleaners, who had been thoroughly investigated and I knew could be trusted. It wasn’t just my life on the line now; it was Olivia’s, too. Not to mention, I needed to remain out of jail to be with her. And who would take care of Pixie if we were in jail?
I swiped Olivia’s phone from the nightstand, noticing a text from Sarah. Olivia had texted her before we left, telling her things went well and she was heading home. I had Olivia tell her my driver would pick her up, but Sarah refused.
The Absolute Best Friend Ever
I met someone! We have to meet soon to talk about our night, omg!!
I chuckled and set the phone down, marking the message as unread so she could find it in the morning. Then, I headed out to the living room to find my second favorite girl.
“Pixie!” I beamed, noticing my small menace sleeping in her doggy bed. She woke up at the sound of my voice, stretched her tiny body, then slowly walked toward me, a wobble to her step. I picked her up in my arms and held her to my chest, taking a seat on the couch. Olivia fed her before heading to the club, and she still had food and water in her bowls, so all I needed to do was cuddle her for a few minutes then take her outside.
“Who’s my good girl?” I asked in my best high-pitched voice, scratching her head as she cuddled into my chest. I placed kisses along her little head, holding her as she started to fall asleep again in my arms.
I looked at the clock on the wall—impressed anyone had one in this day and age—and noted the time as midnight before I fell asleep with Pixie in my arms.
When I woke up, it was an hour later, and Pixie was licking my face. I fell asleep with her instead of letting her out before, so I led her to the backyard and let her do her business before bringing her in and handing her a treat. Pixie loved the treats I sent her in the grocery delivery earlier this week—the same I had given her each time I visited.
“It’s been fun, Pixie Pooh, but I have to go do unspeakable things to your mother that you should never have to witness,” I explained, walking her to her bed and setting her in it. It took her only a few seconds to bury herself in the blanket again.
Approaching Olivia’s bed, I stripped off my clothes. It was time to play. I burrowed under the covers with her, lying on my side behind her, pressing our bodies perfectly together. She groaned, but didn’t budge. I tested her alertness by reaching over and gently pinching her nipple. Her body shook, but she didn’t wake up. Her body was so responsive even when asleep. I fucking loved it.
I could’ve slipped right in due to our earlier activities, but I wanted to make sure I didn’t hurt her since I couldn’t gauge her reaction until she woke up. I didn’t know how much tea she consumed, so I hoped my girth plowing into her was enough to wake her. I’d get off if she stayed passed out, but I wanted her to be a part of her fantasy. Reaching from behind, I ran a curious finger along her slit, her body responding by slowly growing wet while I ran my finger up and down. Then, I slipped two fingers inside, since she had opened up for me beautifully earlier. I didn’t think she needed much work to take me easily.
I groaned, my fingers feeling so good inside her pussy that I couldn’t wait to replace them with my cock. I worked them inside of her a few times, adding a third briefly, before I decided I couldn’t take the torture. Olivia wouldn’t want me to be gentle with her. She’d want me to cater to every dark part of her soul; every hidden desire.
I rubbed the wetness gathered on my fingers along the head of my cock, then lined it up with her entrance, slowly pushing inside inch-by-inch. Gripping her hips with my hand, I had to keep the pace of my hips slow and steady, or I’d blow my load embarrassingly fast. I had a feeling that’d be a continuing problem with Olivia. Obsession made everything a hair trigger when she was around.
“Even when you’re asleep, you’re so tight and wet for me, and your body sucks me in like it never wants me to leave,” I murmured low to her ear, keeping my voice low and tone sultry even when she couldn’t hear me. Her subconscious knew she belonged to me, and I could never let her mind forget.
