Page 6 of Only in the Dark
“Fuck, you look so beautiful when you’re fucking wrecked like this. I can’t deny you anymore,” he said. “Don’t worry, Little Serpent. I have negative test results waiting for you in your text messages. And I know yours from your last check-up.”
He swept the cum from my pussy onto three gloved fingers before shoving them inside me roughly, his thumb once again working my clit. “Oh God, oh fuck, holy shit,” I chanted, something heightening my pleasure beyond belief. I was more than glad I was on birth control, and of course my stalker knew that.
Once my orgasm swept my entire body, my hips lifted off the bed, my head and upper body thrashed as a mixture of moans and a scream took over, an unfamiliar sensation engulfing me.All the muscles in my body spasmed as my pussy clenched my stalker’s fingers.
My hand reached out instinctively and gripped his shirt, tugging it as tight as possible. “Ghostface!” I wailed, sure I felt tears running down my face from the extreme pleasure cresting. “Holy fucking Christ.”
He removed his fingers from me and used his hand to rub my clit roughly, and soon my body was squirting, something I didn’t think was humanly possible. I felt insecure about it, but I couldn’t control the shaking through my body, my vision white along the edges as I danced between consciousness.
“So fucking beautiful,” was the last thing I heard my stalker say before the intense orgasm led me to briefly pass out.
I woke up however many minutes later with him still in the room, dressed, and sitting on the bed.
“I’m going to run you a warm bath before I leave, but I better see you Saturday. I’d hate to see what would happen if I had to chase you down, Olivia,” he threatened, the knife dancing in his hands before he pocketed it and did as he said he would.
I still had no interest in going to the club. He could come here if he wanted, but we could never be anything but together in the darkness. It was all our destiny would allow.
“Before I forget, I left you a gift on the pillow next to you,” he said with the hint of a chuckle. I was convinced I wouldn’t appreciate his idea of a gift, and when my head spun around and saw what he had left me, my heart sank into my stomach, my dinner threatened to make a reappearance. A pair of my lace panties…but they had been soiled with his cum.
Still, there was something undeniably thrilling about him taking them, using them, and then returning them so I’d be aware.
Kieran Harlowe
Family dinners were my least favorite day of the week. I adored my mom, but hated spending time with my brother. He was always the stereotypical popular guy who treated others as garbage and viewed people as below him. Being in a room with him was miserable unless Olivia was with him. He put on a front around her to keep her fooled, which benefited me because he acted like less of a tool.
I knew she wasn’t coming tonight because I heard her conversation with my lying, skeezy brother. He asked her not to come, lied to her and said it was just an intimate dinner with our parents. And I had no idea why he did that, but I planned to find out. I was certain I knew why he wouldn’t want her there.
“Kieran!” my mother beamed when I joined them in the kitchen. My brother and dad had beers in their hands, of course. It wouldn’t be a Harlowe family dinner if the father and son duo weren’t a few beers deep before I arrived.
“Son,” my dad said, holding his beer out as if it were a greeting. As if his drinking didn’t tear our family apart before my mom decided to learn how to deal with him.
My brother’s drinking was getting just as bad if the incident a few weeks ago was any indication. He was drunk when he headed to Olivia’s place. I followed him to her place to protect her, but I froze when it happened, unsure of what she truly wanted. I saw it in her eyes, but she hadn’t resisted him much. I thought she gave in until I saw her reactions after. Then, I vowed to get revenge for her. To destroy my own brother for what he had done and how he had treated her.
“Dad. Matthew. Where’s Olivia?” I got straight to the point, locking eyes with my brother’s evasive gaze.
She had been coming to most of our Thursday night family dinners since he introduced us. Dad rolled his eyes. He wasn’t Olivia’s biggest fan, since she was vague about her job as an entrepreneur. He assumed she wanted Matthew for his money.
“She couldn’t come. Had some sort of girls’ night thing,” he lied. Not only did I know it was a lie from watching her, but I could tell by the way he cleared his throat with a raspy grunt every time a lie crossed his thin lips.
“Disrespectful if you ask me,” Dad chimed in. No one had asked him, though. “Want a beer, son?” Dad asked. He had been trying to get me to drink with him since my twenty-first birthday seven years ago.
“Still not a big drinker,” I responded. He knew, but he wanted his alcoholism to spread to his sons. It would be the only way I could make him proud, or by following in his career footsteps like my brother. I had no interest in investment banking. I ended up being the youngest person in my precinct to make detective. I loved my job. Some would say they loved being cops because they wanted to help people find justice. And I did, in my own way.I liked using my skills and power to rid the world of predators using alternative methods once they evaded punishment. I refused to let them—especially the extra horrendous offenders.
“How’s the firm going?” I asked, pretending I cared. It made Dad light up every time, so I asked when I wanted him off my back. Matthew rolled his eyes, knowing my plan to get Dad off my case by distracting him. Dad and Matthew genuinely loved banking, but that love didn’t pass on to me, thankfully.
“Excellent. Matthew just brought in another billionaire family. I don’t know how he does it, but he’s excellent,” Dad said, slapping Matthew’s back proudly.
I held back my yawn as my boredom increased. Family dinners were getting tedious. I could only hope that someone got killed or mugged and I’d have to go into work. If I left otherwise, I’d never hear the end of it from Mom. I hated how she stuck with Dad through everything, but I loved her. She was too sweet for this world, and I’d do anything to protect her, even if it meant one day harming my own family.
“Dinner’s ready, boys,” Mom announced, calling us into the dining room. We followed, taking our seats at the enormous dining room table. Like a stereotypical rich person in a movie, my dad sat at the end of the table, while we sat on the sides and faced each other. He looked like a prick, but I was fine with not having to sit next to him or look him in the eye while eating.
“Delicious, Ma,” I said, appreciating the pot roast she had made for us tonight. Growing up, Mom stayed home with us, taking care of the house and cleaning every day before preparing the dinner that Dad wanted on the table when he got home from work. Despite her children being grown, she still cooked, cleaned, and took care of all of us.
“How’s work going, Kieran? Any exciting cases you’re working on?” She was the only one in the family who ever asked about my work. I was the family pariah, a disappointment for not choosing the path Dad wanted. Some families would be proud of their kids becoming a detective and busting criminals for a living—not my dad. He might’ve been prouder to know my extracurricular proclivities.
“You know the city. There’s something crazy every day, but nothing out of the ordinary.”
“Are you working on the Carrington’s fraud case? Such a shame they’re being set up like that. John would never do such a thing,” Dad huffed.
