Twisted Affair: Dark Taboo Romance (Eddie and Heaven Book 1)

by V Vee

  “You may,” I said with a small smile, a thrill of anticipation racing through me.

  Eddie reached out, slid his fingers slowly… oh so slowly, through one of the leg openings of my thong, and out the other side, fisting the fabric in one hand. I gasped as I felt the fingers of his other hand slide down the crack of my ass. Eddie placed a kiss on my stomach and before I could blink, he’d ripped my thong, leaving only the loose fabric covered elastic waistband around my hips. He tugged the elastic up around my round belly, up over my full breasts, and I lifted my arms, so he could pull it off the rest of the way.

  I pressed myself into his body. The taste of my essence was on both our tongues, but I could still taste Eddie. Even after all these many years, it still turned me on.

  I groaned and whimpered in frustration that I couldn’t wrap my arms around his neck, as he kept me restrained. He pressed his mouth against mine harder, opening his lips over my own, encouraging me to do the same. As soon as I’d done so, he slipped his tongue in with mine, tasting every crevice and nook of my mouth. I pushed my tongue out and into his mouth, our tongues dueling as we each sought power, control, but also gave into the desire threatening to drown us in its tide.

  Finally, Eddie seemed to give me control and submitted in the kiss, even releasing my wrists. I wanted to let out a whoop of victory, because Eddie had always taken control of our sexual exploits, both in high school and since he’d returned from the Marines, but today… I needed something different. I sank my fingers back into his hair, and bit on his lower lip, groaning when Eddie let out a sound of pain and pleasure intermingled.

  Loving the feel of his lips on mine, I still felt unsatisfied. I needed more. I backed up to the room’s dresser and pushed the papers on top onto the floor, I sat on top of the now clear piece of furniture, placed one foot on top and let the other drape down and swing back and forth.

  I ran my hands over my body, squeezing my breasts, and pinching the nipples, before passing them down to my core. I spread the lips of my slit apart, clenching as a pulse of desire roared through me at the look of hunger in his eyes. I could feel my juices spilling out of my quim and rolling down to the edge of the crack of my ass before dripping onto the wood below.

  I watched him settle down into a chair, commonly used by the doctor, before moving up to sit right in front of me. “I wish I had a bib, so I could eat my meal properly,” he said with an almost intrigued tone, as he stroked his fingers up one side of my pussy and down the other.

  “Afraid of making a mess?” I stammered out on a gasp of pleasure as Eddie leaned down to take a long lick from my entrance to my clit, that he sucked gently into his mouth.

  “Oh, I am planning on it,” He told me. “When I have this meal, which is by far my favorite, I tend to get it all over my face. My nose, cheeks, chin, jaw, neck, all over. You know,” he licked my again and I groaned, lowering one of my hands to grip his head. “Really put my entire face into it. I want to be bathed in the juices. To drink it. To still be tasting it an hour from now, because it’s just so sweet.” He grinned at me as he stuck his tongue deep inside my pussy. I tilted my head upwards, arching my back as I released out a string of expletives.

  “Fucking hell,” I cursed.

  “No, I just asked for a bib, because, I plan to make you come so hard, you flow and gush like a goddamn waterfall. But, oh well.” And with those words, Eddie shrugged and dove face first into my pussy. I let out a squeal, covering my mouth as I remembered we were in a hospital, with sick people, families, and children walking around, biting on the skin of my palm as Eddie shook his head side to side as he licked the folds of my sex, before taking my clit into his lips and sucking.

  “You taste so delicious,” Eddie murmured, his mouth pressed against my mound. I couldn’t respond to his words, all rational thought having escaped me as he dragged his tongue up and down my wet flesh, sucking and swallowing the juices which flowed from me.

  I reached up and grasped my full breasts in my hands, tugging on the hardened points of my nipples. Shivers of delight and passion flowed through my body, my toes curling and straightening as Eddie flicked the tip of his tongue over the swollen nub of my clit. I clenched the folds of my slit, not embarrassed in the least when more of my juices mixed with the saliva from Eddie’s mouth, as he salivated and drank from my entrance, and pooled beneath me. I was shuddering with desire, but I needed more. I felt so empty.

  “Algie, I need you. Please,” I begged.

  Eddie lifted his head, my juices were smeared all over the skin of his cheeks, chin, mouth, and the tip of his nose. He’d certainly made good on his word by burying his face in my pussy. The sight only served to turn me on even more. I moaned and reached out to wipe a thumb through the moisture on his cheek and bringing it to my lips and sucking my sweetness onto my tongue.

  “Damn, baby, that is hot as fuck,” Eddie growled. “Did you need something?” he asked me, his hands clenching my thighs.

  “I need you inside of me,” I pleaded with him.

  I needed the feeling of Eddie plowing deep inside of me to wipe away every horrific experience I’d had with Zander. I didn’t believe in the “magic peen” being what every woman suffering from trauma needed in order to heal from it, but being in Eddie’s arms, feeling his touch, his kisses, hearing as he whispered and moaned my name… I didn’t feel like a sex doll. I didn’t feel like an inconvenience, a chore. I didn’t feel like an object to be won by a selfish man-child.

  I felt like a woman. Like a sexy, desirable being.

  I felt loved.

  Eddie gave me a smug smile of satisfaction. That smile sent a shiver of passion up my spine. “Whatever you want, baby,” he told me before he lifted a hand to my mouth.

  “Open,” he ordered.

  I did so and sucked on the three fingers Eddie placed between my lips. I laved on the digits, making sure to drench them with my spit, as I sucked all over them. I connected my gaze with Eddie’s and my heart pounded at the intense look of possessiveness, love, and lust that darkened his blue eyes.

  I whimpered when Eddie slid his fingers from my mouth and brought them down to my wet heat. He leaned forward, and without releasing my gaze, nuzzled my soft petals which were drenched with my moisture. He lapped at my juices before pressing two of his fingers deep inside of my core. I tightened my velvety walls around Eddie’s thick fingers as my back bowed and I released a low hum of pleasure.

  “Yes, that’s it, baby, let me hear you,” Eddie encouraged me as he began to thrust his fingers in and out of my slick heat. Their harsh breathing was a melody to the wet sound of Eddie’s fingers pumping in and out of my dripping mound.

  I buried my fingers in Eddie’s hair and fell back on the dresser and against the wall, as he sucked at my folds and then my clit, never ceasing the constant deep, hard plunge of his fingers inside my tight, hot entrance. My body quaked when Eddie twisted his hand and made a “come hither” motion, grazing my G-spot, playing that magic spot deep inside of me like an instrument. I could feel my orgasm building within me. My toes going numb and my face flushing. I bucked my hips upwards, trying to press Eddie’s mouth and tongue deeper… closer. Hell, I didn’t even know. I just knew that I was right there.

  I rode his fingers, whimpering, sobbing his name as I chased after that climax that seemed to be just out of my reach. I pinched my nipples, twisting the pebbled buds, clenching my sex momentarily as Eddie plunged a third finger inside of my quim.

  “Oh. God!” I gasped. “Baby, please!” I sobbed.

  My eyes flew open when Eddie’s mouth and fingers disappeared. I looked at him in desperation.

  “What the fuck?” I asked him hoarsely.

  Eddie shoved his pants and underwear down and lined up the head of his cock with my wet entrance. I reached down and spread open the lips of my pussy, watching as Eddie licked his bottom lip. He growled as he pressed himself deep inside of my slowly. I trembled and looked down to watch as Eddie’s thick and long shaf
t breached my core. The contrast of our skin tone, my dark umber to his tanned peach, had always served to be one of the most erotic sights I had ever seen.

  “Damn, we look good baby,” Eddie groaned.

  I nodded. “Y-yes,” I agreed.

  Eddie paused when he was fully inside of me. I’d missed this feeling of fullness, and I sighed. This was what I’d needed. Eddie inside of my once again. This connection. Our souls intertwining once more.

  I looked at Eddie and found his eyes already resting on my face. I pulled his head down towards hers and claimed his mouth with my own. I poured everything I was feeling in that moment into the kiss. All my love, fear, anger, need, anxiety, desire, yearning, heartbreak, but most of all, and most importantly, my understanding. When I pulled away, I saw tears in Eddie’s eyes, and while they didn’t fall, I was touched to my soul. I brushed my fingers under Eddie’s eyes, sinking into the comforting warmth of his presence and this moment.

  The heat of the moment returned like a match set to kindling, and I gasped when Eddie pulled his hips back, dragging his dick through my pussy, grazing my G-spot, until only the tip remained, then without a word, ramming himself back inside to the root.

  I dropped my hands to Eddie’s broad shoulders, digging my nails into the flesh that stretched across his muscled frame. My mouth was open in a silent scream as Eddie pumped his cock in and out of my slit, pausing every so often to grind his pelvis against my clit. His balls slapped against the round globes of my ass lewdly, the sound loud and echoing throughout the room.

  My head was yanked back as Eddie fisted my hair in one hand, the other gripping my hip as he slammed himself in and out of my repeatedly. He leaned down and bit on the joining of my neck and shoulder, before trailing his lips up to my mouth and devouring it with his own in a drugging kiss. I wrapped my arms tightly around Eddie’s neck as I met him thrust for thrust.

  Once again, I felt my orgasm rushing over my, but I was determined to crash over the edge this time, and to take Eddie with me. I wrapped my legs around his waist pulling him in as close as possible and lowered a hand to rub a finger over my clit. I jerked my hand away when Eddie released my hair and pushed my hand away.

  He growled at me. “Mine.”

  Then with a ferocity I hadn’t seen from him before, he laid me down on the furniture completely, held onto the edge with one hand, and with the other rubbing my swollen nub, pounded deep, fast, and hard within me.

  In.

  Out.

  Hard.

  Fast.

  Deep.

  Deeper.

  Harder.

  Faster.

  In.

  Out.

  In.

  Out.

  I opened my mouth to let out a scream as my walls tightened around Eddie’s cock with my impending orgasm, but Eddie’s mouth covering it muffled the sound.

  I trembled as my entire body was turned inside out with the force of my climax. Eddie’s harsh groan drowned in my mouth, and I felt his length grow thicker within me before the heat of his seed flooded my core, spewing itself against my womb. I clenched my sex again in an effort to keep as much of it as I could within my body, when Eddie collapsed on top of me.

  He nuzzled my neck, before placing soft kisses behind my ear.

  “God, I love you so much. I have missed you more than you know,” Eddie told me.

  I bit back the words that threatened to spill forth—that if he’d just come back sooner, kept in touch, came for a visit, that there would have been no need to miss me, and he’d know all about the child we had together—and merely let out a sigh of pleasure. I turned my head and placed a soft kiss against the side of his head.

  “I’ve missed you too, baby.”

  I felt Eddie’s arms tighten around me as he murmured my name in blissful satisfaction, and if he noticed that I hadn’t told him I loved him back, he didn’t give any indication.

  Chapter 10

  The Johns Hopkins Hospital

  Third Floor

  Private Room for Mr. Zander O’Sullivan

  Baltimore, Maryland

  Zander

  I glared at the screen one of my men held in front of my face and watched as Eddie and Heaven fucked downstairs in one of the private rooms reserved for elite patients. I grit my teeth as I watched Heaven’s eyes close in pleasure and bliss.

  She’d never looked that way with me. Not once.

  I know what people said about me when they thought I couldn’t hear.

  I was a dog. A scoundrel. A bastard for taking my best friend’s woman. But what they didn’t understand, what no one could comprehend was that I was a Sullivan. I didn’t lose to anyone. If I wanted something, I got it. And twelve years before, when Eddie and I saw Heaven for the first time, Eddie called dibs on asking her out before I could even fix my mouth to tell him I didn’t want her.

  And I hadn’t at the time.

  Heaven was too… dark. She wasn’t an attractive color of brown. When I was with her I couldn’t pretend she was Hispanic, or biracial, with just a fraction of that disgusting African blood in her veins. Oh no. Between her big lips, wide nose, high cheekbones, her hair that could get “nappy” if she didn’t relax it, or cover it with a wig, or whatever the fuck it was that they did, there was no mistaking her for anything other than what she was.

  The descendant of ungrateful slaves.

  When I’d first showed my father a picture of her, he’d spit in disgust. I’d agreed with him completely. However, once he knew that Eddie—the son of a blue-collar worker, a distant relative of the McCarthys—had claimed her from under me, I’d been ordered to take her for my own.

  I wasn’t supposed to marry her. I was simply supposed to fuck her and make sure Eddie knew it.

  But after four years of planning, I wanted to do more than just sleep with her. Heaven and Eddie’s connection was so strong that she wouldn’t just sleep with me. No she had to feel as though she’d been abandoned. And then I had to be more than just a knight in shining armor, there to be her shoulder to cry on. More than someone to merely comfort her.

  I’d adopted her daughter.

  I’d showered her in gifts.

  I’d… cared for her.

  Or at least that’s the way it had appeared.

  My father had been proud of me. At every family event, every soiree, every trip where we were photographed and put in the Society Pages, my family was praised, supported, admired, respected, and envied, not only because of our money, our prestige, our connections, but because of our “acceptance of diversity.”

  It had opened doors we hadn’t even known were closed to us.

  Doors to the Senate. Doors to the House of Congress. Doors to palaces and dignitaries all over the world.

  And most importantly, the door to the White House.

  That’s right, the O’Sullivans were on track to take the seat of the highest office in the land, and once we did that…

  We’d be on track to rule the world.

  But I had to keep Heaven under my thumb. My connection to her, and her connection to one of the most dangerous and powerful women in the world: Kyra Barham-McCarthy was all that prevented an all-out war. Of course, they didn’t even know about their connection. Not the full truth of it. Right now Heaven simply thought Kyra was her sister’s sister-in-law and friend, but my family and I?

  We knew it all.

  Or at least we thought we did.

  Some kind of way Eddie had survived every attempt on his life in Afghanistan. Enough so that he was able to return Stateside and wreak havoc in Baltimore once again.

  And I may not want the darkie known as Heaven, but she was mine and an O’Sullivan man didn’t share. Heaven would remain mine until she stopped being useful.

  Then her body would wash up on shore somewhere.

  I grew hard at the thought of finally getting rid of her. I had a mistress, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, petite, slender, pale skin—the way I liked them—who was getting sick of waitin
g.

  I waved my hand at the guard holding up the iPad letting me watch Eddie fuck Heaven. They were cuddling now. Whispering to each other. No doubt they would fall asleep in each other’s arms or leave the hospital and continue their disgusting frolicking. No matter. I didn’t need to see any more. I’d made up my mind.

  “Get me my phone,” I barked out the order. I didn’t say thank you—I didn’t have to, they worked for me—once the device was placed in my hand.

  I dialed my father and waited for him to answer.

  “Aidan O’Sullivan’s phone,” my mother, Rebecca answered.

  “Mother, I need to speak to father,” I said firmly.

  My mother sighed. “Zander, your father is meeting with your grandfather.”

  I clenched my teeth. “Well, this concerns the O’Sullivan name, so put them both on.”

  My mom sighed again before agreeing and I had to stop myself from calling her a bitch. I hated the woman. She served no further purpose in my father’s life; she was merely there as a pretty little bauble to hang on his arm when they went out places. My father was in love with another woman. I wasn’t sure who she was, because he was keeping her hidden, but more than once I’d wished that my dad would put my mother out and allow the elements to take her.

  Useless woman.

  “Son?” My father’s voice came over the line sounding harsh and unforgiving. “What’s the problem?”

  I shook my head though he couldn’t see me. “Nothing. Just had another run-in with Steele.”

  I waited as both my father and grandfather cursed.

  “Where are you?” My grandfather asked.

  “Johns Hopkins,” I answered. “But that’s not why I called.”

  “What do you need boy?” My grandfather growled, his Irish brogue coming through heavily.

  “I want to put out a hit on Steele.”

  Silence greeted my statement and I waited for their response.

  “Are you unable to take care of the half-breed yourself?” My grandfather mocked.

  I swallowed back the curse and clenched the pale blue, itchy, hospital blanket that covered my legs. I inhaled and exhaled slowly, allowing myself to slowly catalogue everything around me. The stark white walls of my hospital room. The peach curtains and generic, framed prints on the wall. My bed was the only one in the room. I had two guards in the room with me. Both of them copies of the other. They were twins so it was to be expected. They were both the size of mac trucks. Both wore all black, from their shirts to their pants, to their loafers. They both had sunglasses on, and stern expressions rested on their faces. I should have felt safe with them there, but they were under my grandfather’s employ and if I said or did one thing to make him think I was no longer worthy of the O’Sullivan name he would not hesitate to give them the order to kill me.