The Underground: The Complete Series

by Snow, Jenika

  Embarrassment should have flooded her at how she was fucking herself on his hand, throwing her hips up and down, bringing herself closer to coming again. He was relentless as he teased her, tantalized her, and made her cry out his name as pleasure racked her body.

  “That’s it. Come for me. Come all over my hand, Brea.” Hot, humid breath slid across her cheek, and she searched for the source, slamming her mouth against his and kissing him as she rode out the ecstasy.

  When the last tremor went through her body, she sagged against his chest, feeling the drying sweat that coated his smooth flesh. Without thinking, just acting on her desire as he continued to gently stroke her, she pressed openmouthed kisses along his pectoral muscles. She traced a dark, curving line of ink with her tongue, tasting the saltiness and dark flavor that coated his skin.

  “God, Brea,” he said as he speared his hands into her hair, bringing her closer. His erection was hot and hard against her mound, and she was surprised that he could get aroused so quickly. “Ride me, sweetheart.” Cupping the side of her head, he tilted her so she could look at him. “Take control. Take what you need from me.”

  Fear took her in a stranglehold at his words. He stared at her so deeply, his words telling her exactly what she needed to hear. Never had she been in control, and here was this man, physically superior to her, giving her all the control. She would be the one that held the power. Could she do it? Give up the only identity she had known for all those years? She had given Cameron so much of herself, let him be demanding and take control of her. He had hurt her, mentally and physically, degraded her, isolated her, and made her more like one of his possessions than the woman he claimed to love. Yet here was Adrian, clearly a very dominating man, submitting to her, giving the reins to her.

  He moved away, and there was an instant that she feared he had changed his mind, that he regretted submitting to a woman. All her insecurities came back like a slap in the face, and she held back her tears, refusing to let him see her that way. She went to move off the bed, not knowing how to feel about what was happening, but feeling Adrian’s big hand gently grab hers.

  “Hey, where are you going, pretty girl?”

  “What?” That lone word was pitched low, but she knew he heard her nonetheless.

  “I know you aren’t just going to leave me. Not when we have only just gotten started.” A sexy grin spread across his face, and he held up another square foil packet.

  “You come prepared, don’t you?” She was only teasing, but a sheepish look crossed his face and he suddenly became uncomfortable. “I’m just teasing.”

  He ran his hand over the back of his neck and brought his gaze back to hers. “Brea—”

  She moved toward him, throwing caution to the wind and going after what she wanted … Adrian. “Stop talking and kiss me.”

  He didn’t disappoint. Their mouths meshed together, and his rough groan had her pussy clenching. He was still hard against her belly, and she spread her legs, loving how the thick length pressed between her cleft.

  Bodies moving suggestively together, he gripped the back of her thighs, right where the crease of her ass was, and pulled her on top of him. This was all so new to her, but she wanted to experience this first time of freedom with him.

  His cock pressed along her belly, all hot velvet over steel. His hands stayed on her ass, gripping the flesh, squeezing the globes as if he couldn’t get enough. He must feel exactly how she did.

  “Straddle me, baby.”

  Spreading her legs so that one was on each side of his waist, she gasped when he adjusted his shaft and his erection pressed against her sensitive pussy.

  The root of his cock rubbed against her clit as he slowly started lifting his hips. Their kiss didn’t break as he used his hold on her ass to rub her pussy along his length. There was no penetration, but she could have easily gotten off from the sensuous glide of his length along her cleft.

  His movements brought her closer and closer to another orgasm she hadn’t thought she’d be able to have so soon.

  “You feel so fucking good, baby.” He moved her faster over him while his hips kept rhythm. She was slick, so damn wet that she could feel it coat her inner thighs.

  “Adrian.” His name was a low moan from her as her climax claimed her, taking her away and having her whole body igniting with pleasure.

  “That’s it. Come all over my cock. Let me feel it.”

  His erotic words had another series of tremors racking her. Burying her head in his neck, she gasped from the intensity of it. It was all so good.

  “Put the condom on me, baby.” His words were muffled by her hair, but Brea lifted her head and saw the foil packet in Adrian’s hand. He looked at her like he was starving for her.

  Although she’d never done something that seemed so sensual, she definitely wanted to. Taking it from him, she tore it open and sat up. When she looked down at the thick, long flesh, glossy from her pussy and lying against his rippled abdomen, past his belly button, her mouth went dry. He’d been inside of her. His impressive cock had been buried in her body, filling her, stretching her. She wanted that again.

  Adrian gripped his shaft and held it for her. When she rolled the latex over him, his body tensed and his breathing became fast and uneven. “I can’t take any more, pretty girl. I need to be in you again. Take my cock and feed it inside of you.” His voice was so low, so rough that it had her vagina clenching hard.

  This is me taking control.

  She wrapped her hand around his erection, her heart beating fast when her thumb and middle finger couldn’t touch. Rising up, she placed the tip at the entrance of her body and started to lower herself. Adrian’s expression was almost pained as he watched her through slitted lids. She could feel her body stretching to accommodate his girth and couldn’t help biting her lip to stop from moaning.

  “Don’t hold it in. Don’t. I want to hear you so fucking badly.”

  Her body met his as she sank completely down on him. Their mutual groans filled the room. The feeling was intense and all encompassing. She placed her hands on his chest, bracing herself as she rose above him, his shaft sliding through her folds and causing the most torturous of pleasures.

  The feel of his hands on her hips, gripping the flesh so tightly she felt completely possessed by him, had her growing bolder. When she slid back down his length, she pressed her body harder against his, causing the very tip of him to hit the back of her. They both gasped at the feeling of him bottoming out in her.

  As if she couldn’t bear to hold her eyes open any longer, Brea let them close and started rising and falling on his stiff cock. She was so wet, so incredibly soaked that there was no resistance as he slid in and out of her.

  “Yes, that’s it, baby. Take all of me.” Neck straining as he tilted his head back, Adrian looked like a man about to lose control. She wanted to be that woman who caused such a virile and powerful man to lose it.

  Moving up and down on him harder and faster, she felt her clit hit the root of his shaft with every downstroke, felt herself climbing the ladder of arousal as everything around her started to turn black with her impending orgasm.

  “Yes.” The force of her climax had her slamming her pussy down on his cock, riding out the storm that was crashing inside of her.

  She was vaguely aware of the grunts and growls emitting from Adrian, felt his fingers dig into her flesh harder, and then felt his shaft swell and lengthen inside of her with his own orgasm.

  “Jesus, Brea.” His roar of completion rocked the room, crashed through her, and had another orgasm churning within her. It was intense, just like him, just like the way he made her feel.

  His hips lifted, meeting her downstrokes until she couldn’t take it anymore.

  “Fuck. I can feel your pussy clenching me, baby.”

  She forced her eyes open, stared down at the face of a man who had pushed every insecurity, every fear, every worry that had built inside of her away.

  The strength to
hold herself up was lost, and she collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily, feeling the rise and fall of his chest against her own. Neither of them spoke, but the silence was comforting.

  He moved his hands along her sides and moved higher. It took her a moment to realize he was sliding his palms up and down her back, and everything around her came crashing down around her. The post-euphoric feeling that she’d just surrendered to was now a bleak, shameful feeling inside of her.

  Could he feel the scars?

  14

  Adrian stilled his movements at the feel of her tensing above him. “Brea?” What they’d just shared had been incredible, more than that really, but now there was something between them, this wall that had been erected.

  Her breathing had changed from the ecstatic, quick pants of a female well loved, to the erratic rhythm of someone uncomfortable.

  The raised skin on her back had him cursing internally. What the fuck had that asshole done to her?

  When she tried to climb off him, he wanted to hold her tighter, but he knew she needed her space. It was the last thing he wanted to do—let her go—but he wouldn’t push her.

  “Baby?” She rolled off him but kept her back away from his view. “Talk to me. Please.” It didn’t matter that the desperation in his voice was thicker than honey. This small, fragile female before him, the woman he realized he loved more than his own life, had suffered something horrible.

  What he wouldn’t give to be in the cage right now, beating the living shit out of the bastard who’d done this to her.

  “Look at me, pretty girl.” He wanted to see her face without streaks of drying tears or the residue of fear. He wanted to erase all her bad memories and replace them with ones that she could smile at when she looked back.

  She finally lifted her head and stared at him. There was no fear, no sadness, but there was a shame that covered her like a second skin. The light strands of her hair created a curtain, partially shielding her from view.

  “It’s the one part of my body that disgusts me.” Goddamn, but she sounded so lost. It ate at his soul. What could he do to make things better, to make her feel safe with him?

  He wanted to touch her, but he didn’t know if it would be welcome. “Brea, there is nothing you can say or do, nothing in this world that would make me feel anything but love for you.” He hadn’t meant to tell her, not now at least. It seemed too soon, and if the shocked look on her face was anything to go by, she thought that as well.

  She exhaled on a shaky breath, glanced away, and he wanted nothing more than to reach out and pull her close.

  “He did this to you?” Although he knew the answer before he’d even asked the question. Bringing his hand to cup her cheek, he waited until her gaze met his.

  “Yeah. He gave me these,” she said and presented her back to him. “He gave me these right before I left him.”

  He pulled her onto his lap, cradling her body, needing to hold her as much as she needed the comfort. There was a part of him that didn’t want her to say another word because he felt like this time her pain was caused by him. Her head was against his chest.

  “I want to kill him, Brea.” He said the words before he could stop them. She didn’t need to know that. He didn’t need to frighten her.

  “You and me both,” she said, surprising him by her admission.

  Knowing she’d been hurt, hearing the pain in her voice, the shame she felt, sliced through him, leaving him raw, vulnerable. He held her tighter with one arm and reached for the blankets with the other, pulling them up and covering them. He kept her on his lap, against his chest because he couldn’t live with the thought of letting her go.

  “I’m sorry.” Although the words certainly wouldn’t make things better, at this moment it was all he could think of saying.

  They were silent for so long that he felt her body start to relax against him and knew she was falling asleep.

  They slept like that, curled together, their hearts beating the same steady rhythm, Adrian keeping her close and protected. Always.

  * * *

  It was the smell of him, intoxicating, masculine, all hers, that had Brea slowly opening her eyes. Sleep clung to her, and she had kinks in her neck and back, the position she was currently in awkward. She was curled against Adrian, his big body pressed to her, his hand cradling the back of her head to his chest.

  Adrian roused beside her, making her heat, grow aroused.

  Predawn light filtered in through the nautical-themed room.

  “You’re awake,” he murmured huskily, and every erogenous zone lit up at the deep timbre of his voice.

  Sitting up, the blanket fell from her nude body. She thought about last night, how he’d held her after he saw the scars on her back that Cameron had given her, how he’d made her feel so safe.

  There was so much she wanted to tell him, so much more than she had already told him. She could never reveal that her time here was limited, that when she finally had enough saved up, she was going to disappear. She had to. It was safer that way, not just for her but for Adrian as well. If Cameron did find her, found out she was involved with Adrian … God, she didn’t want to think about what he’d do to the man she’d fallen in love with.

  The intense pain that settled in her heart at the thought of never seeing Adrian again was like a hot poker right through her gut. It was hard to breathe, hard to focus. Her feelings for him might have been fast and taken her by surprise, but the danger that she put in his life by just associating with him made wanting to be with him a selfish desire. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that Adrian could handle himself against anyone, but he didn’t know Cameron.

  Her ex was a classic sadist, a textbook psychopath that could manipulate and have everyone and anyone eating out of the palm of his hand right before he slit their throat. He had no remorse, no sympathy. He lived in this world for the sole purpose of inflicting pain on others. She’d learned the hard way, and she was not going to bring that kind of horror on Adrian.

  God, she wished they could run away together, just vanish. The idea of actually asking him to leave with her had jumped into her mind, but only momentarily. She couldn’t ask him to give up everything for her.

  “Come here, baby. Let me hold you. Please.”

  Brea curled against him happily, readily. She wanted to feel his warmth, the love she so desperately needed. When his arms wrapped around her, everything was perfect.

  15

  The way the sun looked as it peeked over the horizon, bathing the water in light early-morning hues, was something of beauty. They sat at a little bakery drinking coffee as they stared at the beach with its calm, serene waves.

  “It’s so beautiful.” Brea kept her attention toward the water and brought her cup to her mouth, taking a sip of the warm, vanilla-flavored drink.

  “Yes, it is.” The way Adrian said it had Brea looking at him. He wasn’t staring at the beach but at her instead.

  He brought his own cup to his lips, taking a long sip while he watched her over the rim. Cheeks heating from his comment, she had to look away from his intense stare.

  “You want a muffin?” The B and B had a breakfast spread, but they’d woken up before the sun had risen and decided to head out in search of a place that was open at this ungodly hour.

  Right now his suggestion had a loud rumble coming from her stomach. “Anything besides blueberry, please.”

  The sound of the crashing waves had her turning her attention away from Adrian’s retreating form and looking back at the water.

  “Business or pleasure?”

  The voice was behind her, and she looked over her shoulder, seeing a thirtysomething man wearing dark aviator glasses and a worn brown leather jacket. “Excuse me?”

  “You.” He lifted a cigarette to his lips and brought his lighter up to the end, inhaling deeply as the tip glowed a bright orange.

  They sat on the patio seating, and although he was more than allowed to smoke out here, distaste over her
meal and her relaxing moment being interrupted by the thickening cigarette smoke nauseated her.

  She took in his appearance, with his wrinkled shirt, the pit stains flashing in view when he shifted on his seat and moved his arms. He had a five-o’clock shadow covering his cheeks and jaw—not the sexy kind that Adrian sometimes got, but looking more like he’d slept in his car and hadn’t showered in a few days.

  “Come here for business or pleasure?” He inhaled again, holding in the smoke for several long seconds before exhaling in her direction. The stench had her nose wrinkling in disgust.

  “Just visiting.” She might be wary, but she also didn’t want to draw any more unwanted attention to herself by being a bitch, so she smiled at him before turning her focus forward once more.

  “Yeah, me, too. Just passing through. The scenery was too good to pass up, though.”

  “Yeah.”

  Silence stretched on for a few moments.

  “Know any good places to stay overnight? Maybe a good bed-and-breakfast?”

  She shifted in her seat, growing more uneasy with each passing second. Although this guy was most likely harmless, his questioning had every warning bell going off inside of her. Although since leaving Cameron, it seemed everything had red flags sprouting up.

  “Me and my old lady are looking for a quiet place to lay low for a while. Just got hitched and are on our way north.”

  She turned around then, taking in his appearance again. “Your wife?”

  Flicking the ash from his cigarette, he took his sunglasses off and stared at her, his eyes black with bags surrounding them. He lifted up his left hand, showing her a thin gold band around his ring finger. “Yeah, she saw a T-shirt stand down the boardwalk and wanted to get a few souvenirs.”

  “Oh.” She cleared her throat and brought her cup to her lips, taking a long drink of her now-lukewarm coffee. “Well, I can’t really help you out, sorry.”