For Him: The Complete Series: A Dark Romance

by Marissa Farrar

  He pulled a face. “Yeah, cars will do that to ya. The older ones can be money pits.”

  “You got that right. We’ll pay with cash, too, if that’s all right.”

  “Sure. Don’t bother me none. As long as you folks pay, I don’t care how you do it.”

  I handed him the correct amount for one night.

  “Gonna need your names and addresses for the log book though.”

  “Sure.”

  I took the book and scribbled down a couple of fictitious names and addresses. He took the book back and glanced down at what I’d written. “Well, Mr. and Mrs. Green, I hope you have a pleasant stay and that your car is back up and running soon.” He took a key from beneath the counter and handed it to me. “You’re in room seventeen.”

  I closed my fingers around the key. “Thanks.”

  “Have a good night, now.”

  “You, too.”

  “Mr. and Mrs. Green?” Catalina said out of the side of her mouth as we walked away.

  “Well, I wasn’t going to put our real names down, was I?”

  She nudged me with her shoulder. “Yeah, but now we’re married.”

  I chuckled. “I guess we are. Maybe we should go and do what married people do.”

  “I have no idea what married people do,” she said, her tone teasing.

  “No? Then perhaps I’m going to have to show you.”

  We reached the room we’d been allocated, and I unlocked the door. We stepped inside, and I quickly shut the door behind us and locked it, then checked the windows and made sure they were locked, too. I wasn’t expecting my father to find us here, but I wanted to be careful. I didn’t plan on taking any risks while I had Catalina to protect.

  I turned to face her. She was standing in the middle of the room, dripping onto the floor. While much of her top half had remained fairly dry, the bottom was soaked. She’d thrown her bag to one side, but it was wet, too, and I hoped the contents weren’t ruined.

  A thrill of excitement ran through me. “I think we need to get you out of those wet clothes, Mrs. Green.”

  She smiled wickedly. “Is that right, Mr. Green? I think you got more soaked in the rain than I did, which means you probably need to get out of your clothes first.”

  “I don’t know about that. I think I have ways of making you even wetter.”

  Her cheeks flushed prettily, and she bit her lip, her gaze automatically sliding down, submissively. She’d never been submissive with me on a day to day basis—not like how she was with my father and any other men she’d met. Things had always been different between the two of us, but it seemed in the bedroom she automatically went back to that obedient mode. Perhaps I shouldn’t have liked it, but it made my cock hard. I liked the power of being able to tell her what to do.

  “Take off your top, Mrs. Green,” I commanded.

  She didn’t argue with me but gripped the bottom of her long-sleeved tee with her hands and peeled it off her skin, dropping it to the floor. I copied her movements and dragged off my own wet top.

  “And the bra.”

  She reached behind her back and unclipped the soggy piece of lace, letting that drop as well. Her breasts were small and pert, her pale skin covered in goose bumps, her nipples tight and darker from the cold. She was beautiful.

  “Now the jeans and sneakers.”

  She toed off the soaking shoes and then wriggled her jeans down from her hips, kicking them away.

  “Those, too.” I nodded at her panties that had somehow remained dry during the downpour. Not that I intended for that particular area to stay dry for long. Her gaze flickered up to mine, just for a fraction of a second, before darting back down. Then her hands went to her panties, and she rolled them down her hips and threw them away, too.

  I kept my jeans on for the moment. I left her standing there, her hands clasped to the front of her body, not hiding any part of herself, but just standing with her head down. I went to the bathroom. It was clean but basic, and I was pleased to see a bath with a shower down at one end. I put the plug into the bath and turned on the hot water faucet, then I looked around for some soap to add. Some small bottles of toiletries had been provided, so I added a good dollop of bubble bath to the water.

  I leaned out of the bathroom to see Catalina in the same position I had left her in. She hadn’t turned to see what I was doing. Her long dark curls were damp from the rain and hung down her back, the ends almost brushing the top of her ass. Her bottom was softly rounded, her thighs long and smooth. My cock hardened further, and I had to hold back from whipping it out, storming across the room, bending her over the bed and fucking her hard. No, that was something Torres would do, and I was not Torres. While I fully intended on fucking her, I’d take care of her first.

  When the bath was full, I turned off the faucet. “Come here, Catalina.”

  She turned to me. “What do you want me to do?”

  I put my hand out to her. “Get warm, and clean, and relaxed.” I held back a smile. “And then I’ll make a mess of you again.”

  Her gaze flickered to mine, and she held back a smile. With her hand in mine, I helped her step over the side of the tub. Her beautiful body vanished beneath the fluffy white suds. She let out a groan as she sank back, her eyes slipping shut, her hair floating out around her body like black seaweed.

  “Better?” I asked her.

  “Yes.” One eye opened, a blue jewel. “But I’d be happier if you were in here with me.”

  Motel bathrooms weren’t exactly made for two people. “I don’t think there’s room, but I can wash your back.”

  Her back wasn’t the area I was interested in, but I kept that to myself.

  There was a new bar of soap, which I unwrapped. Palming the bar, I ran my hands down over her shoulders, then to the front of her body, where I soaped her upper chest and then went lower down to her breasts. So firm and soft, just enough to cup in my hand, the hard nipple pressing into my palm. Her lips parted, and she sucked in a breath as I soaped her tits, deliberately concentrating on massaging her nipples. I pinched them between my thumb and forefinger, tugging them into even harder peaks. Her back arched, pushing into my hands, and my erection pressed painfully against the inside of my damp jeans.

  I left her breasts and moved lower, slipping the soap down over her flat stomach, down to her pussy. I skirted over the top, using the soap only lightly, moving to the inside of her thighs.

  “Tease,” she groaned, clutching the side of the tub.

  I lifted her left leg out of the water and soaped down the elegant curve of her calf, careful to avoid any places where she had cuts or healing blisters, and then lowered the leg back down and repeated the process on the right one. I let the soap drop into the water and slipped my hand back up the inside of her thigh until I reached the juncture between her legs.

  She lifted her hips up, breaching the water. “Please, sir. Make me come.”

  Hearing those words from her mouth almost made me lose control. I pushed a finger inside her, and she arched again, giving a little cry. Fuck, it was so sexy seeing her like this. I added a second finger to her pussy, using my thumb to rub her clit as I thrust my fingers inside her. I loved the way her tight sheath clamped around my digits, and I couldn’t wait for that to be my cock. I cupped her left breast with my other hand, working her nipple while she writhed and squirmed under my touch. Her breathing grew faster, sexy moans pealing from between her parted lips. Her whole body tensed, her fingers clawing for purchase at the side of the tub, but her left hand only found my forearm. I worked her faster, sensing her winding tighter and higher. Her clit was swollen and fat under my thumb, and while I kept my fingers inside her, I focused there, strumming her body like an instrument.

  “Oh, yes, I’m close, I’m close. Don’t stop.”

  I had no intention of stopping. I wanted to see her like this, to watch the effects I had on her. She bucked and let out a cry. Her pussy clenched tight around my fingers, and I felt her rippling as h
er orgasm washed through her body.

  She was left panting, her eyelids flickering in pleasure. I slipped my fingers from her, and she groaned and sank farther down in the tub. “Oh, my God, that was just what I needed.”

  “Feeling a bit warmer and more relaxed now?”

  She let out a long sigh. “Absolutely.” She turned her gaze to me. “What about you, though? You’re still in your wet jeans.”

  “Don’t worry, they won’t stay on for long.”

  Chapter Ten

  Present Day

  I WAS WARM AND DROWSY from the bath and the orgasm, but I wanted to give Angelo the same kind of pleasure he’d given me. I rose from the water, and he handed me a towel. I was sure he didn’t want to sit in my dirty bath water, so I switched on the shower for him, letting the water run hot and steamy.

  “Now, it’s your turn.”

  I undid the buckle of his jeans and pulled them down. He’d already rid himself of his boots at some point, so he kicked the item of clothing away. Making me come had clearly turned him on as much as it had me. His erection sprung out into the space between us, thick and hard. I remembered what he’d taught me back at the compound, the exact pressure of how he liked to be touched, and I circled my fist around his length and slowly pumped him. But his skin was cool to touch, and I didn’t want him to catch a chill either.

  “Go on, into the shower,” I told him.

  “But I’m enjoying this too much.”

  “Get warmed up, and I’ll make it even better for you, I promise.”

  He flashed me a sexy, lopsided grin, and I released him long enough to let him climb in. The spray was going to get me wet again, but I didn’t care. I just wanted him clean and warm, and then I fully intended to drag him into bed by his dick.

  He tilted his head back under the shower, and I picked up the soap he’d discarded when he’d been washing me, and used it on him instead. I ran it over his chest and abs, and then back down to his cock. Using the foam to make him slippery, I continued to masturbate him while he showered. Watching his face while I ran my hand up and down his dick had two different effects on me. The first was that my heart swelled with emotion for him, and the other was a reaction a little farther south. Even though I’d just orgasmed, my body readied itself for him again.

  “Careful, Catalina,” he warned, his voice a soft growl. “You’re going to make me come.”

  “Well, we wouldn’t want that, now, would we?” I was teasing him, but I released him and let him quickly rinse off. Just as he’d done for me, I held out a towel, and he stepped into it. Though it was wrapped around his waist, it jutted out comically due to his erection.

  “I’m not sure it’s supposed to hang like that,” I said, raising my eyebrows at the tent.

  “Then you’re going to have to help me make it go down.”

  He stepped into me, pressing me backward, out into the bedroom. His hand slipped to my jaw, and he kissed me for the first time since we’d arrived. His kiss contained a fierce urgency, his tongue pushing into my mouth. I still had the towel wrapped around my breasts, but I knew it wouldn’t stay in place for long, and I had no intention of holding it there. The backs of my legs hit the bed, and we tumbled onto the mattress, both still damp but neither of us caring. He pulled me on top of him, and his erection dug into my stomach. I broke the kiss and worked my way down his body, tugging his towel away to get access to his cock. He saw where I was heading and let out a groan. His hand found the back of my head, and his fingers knotted in my hair.

  The head of his cock bumped against my chin, and I changed my angle to take him into my mouth. He smelled clean—of soap and warm, damp, musk—and as I swept my tongue over his slit, my palate was coated in salty precum. I remembered what he’d taught me and covered my teeth with my lips, sinking lower on him. He hit the back of my throat, and I managed to hold back on my gag reflex before coming back up again.

  “Oh, fuck, Catalina. That feels incredible.”

  I looked up at him. He was watching me, his dark eyes heavy with lust. God, I loved this man. I wished I could sink right into him, meld him to me so we became one person. He’d given up everything for me, and I’d do everything in my power to make him happy.

  I dipped lower again, swirling my tongue around him, forcing him deeper every time. His hips lifted off the bed, and though his hand was in my hair, he didn’t push me down. Frustratingly, the image of Bianca sucking his cock jumped into my head, and I remembered how he’d pushed his cock down her throat and held her there, even while tears streamed down her face and snot ran from her nose.

  That had been different. I’d seen the anger in his eyes. I’d known he’d been wanting to punish me for being with Torres, not her, even though that hadn’t been my fault.

  I wanted to take him deeper because I knew that was what he liked, and maybe also because I was trying to push the image of Bianca out of my head as well. If I could do it better and take him deeper than she had, perhaps we’d both be able to forget that had ever happened.

  “Catalina...” He touched my shoulder. “Stop.”

  Didn’t he like what I was doing?

  “I want to be inside you. I’m literally hanging on with every last ounce of self-control here.”

  Sheepishly, I released him from my mouth and crawled up his body. We kissed again, and I positioned myself on top of him, pinning his cock between my pussy and his hard stomach. I ground down, loving how he felt pressed between my folds. I was wet for him, coating his length in my own arousal. One of Angelo’s hands was on my hip. The other cupped my breast, massaging, squeezing, rolling my nipple, sending sparks of pleasure to condense deep in my core. I lifted myself up, allowing his cock to jut at a right angle from his body, and then positioned myself, ready to sink right down. The head of his cock pushed between my folds, and I gasped as he breached me.

  “Oh, God.”

  I didn’t know if he was particularly big—I had nothing to compare him to—but he felt like the perfect size as I sank down, feeling myself stretch around his girth. I held him fully inside me and ground down even harder, rocking my hips, so he slipped out a couple of inches and then thrust back in. His hand left my breast and grabbed my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh.

  My mind blurred with pleasure. Even more than my own enjoyment, I loved seeing Angel in the grip of what I was doing to him. That I could have such power over this beautiful, brave man made me feel like a whole different person. He’d given up everything to be with me, and I would thank him for it every day for the rest of our lives, however long that may be.

  “You look so fucking sexy on top of me,” he growled. “I love you riding me like this.”

  His hands on my ass pushed me faster, and suddenly he moved, keeping hold of me and flipping me over so I ended up on my back, with him between my thighs. He grabbed both my hands and pinned them to the mattress above my head. I was dominated by him, his hips jammed against mine, his weight holding down my wrists. The idea sent an extra thrill of excitement through me, and when he started to move again, slowly at first, but then growing faster, I writhed and squirmed beneath him, allowing him to use my body however he needed. He ducked his head and sucked my nipple into his mouth, pressing his teeth down hard enough to make me gasp with the sudden spike of pain.

  My cries of ecstasy grew louder, competing with the thud of raindrops against the window outside. Angel slammed into me, our bodies crashing together, faster and harder. My climax wound into a tight spring at my core, and I knew it wouldn’t be long. He released one of my hands, but caught both my wrists in his one big hand, and then reached between us to apply pressure to my clit.

  That was all it took. My world exploded. My body arched from the bed, my toes curling. I jerked and shuddered as fireworks of pleasure burst behind my eyelids, and it felt as though my orgasm would never end.

  “Oh, fuck, Kitty,” he groaned, and I managed to open my eyes quickly enough to see his face crumple in release, his upper lip slig
htly curled, his eyes squeezed shut. He pulsed inside me, and I was filled with a rush of hot wetness.

  With another groan, he lowered his body to mine and released my hands. I wrapped them around his back, loving the feel of his smooth shoulders beneath my palms. I slid my feet down the backs of his legs, the roughness of the coarse hairs against my toes.

  We lay in each other’s arms as he grew soft inside me, both our heartbeats slowing as one. His face was bristly from where he hadn’t shaved for a couple of days, and it scratched my cheek, but I didn’t care. I thought I might even love him a little more this way—rougher, and less put together. It reminded me more of the boy he’d once been rather than the man he’d become.

  Chapter Eleven

  Two Years Earlier

  I DIDN’T LIKE RETURNING to the compound.

  Even though I’d grown up here, the place made me uncomfortable now. I hadn’t really given much thought to what the women who lived here did for my father when I’d been growing up, but now my eyes were wide open. I was ashamed of myself, too, and when I was away I could pretend to myself that my big apartment and expensive car had been paid for by the investments I made, not by money earned by the women at the compound.

  But when my father called me back, I dropped everything and went, no questions asked. I wasn’t going to disobey him. People who disobeyed Silas Cassidy didn’t normally live to tell the tale, and just because I was his son didn’t mean I was exempt from that same punishment.

  The place also brought back memories of my childhood, and those were times I preferred to forget. There was one person I didn’t want to forget, though, and as I drove through the tall gates of the compound and parked the car, I spotted her leaning up against the outside of the house, waiting for me.

  My heart beat harder as I took in the sight of her, heat rushing to my face. Jesus, sixteen years old, and she looked like sweetness and sin all rolled into one curvy body, with those pretty blue eyes and long dark hair.