by N J Adel
He took me in. Helped me with my studies. Convinced me I had to become a teacher and promised he’d be there every step of the way. I couldn’t see his intention was to keep me under his eyes, all for him, at all times.
Back then, Declan was a dream come true for me, and for two years before we got married, I loved every part of us. I should have known then that behind that charming facade hid a monster.
It was the little things I should have paid attention to from the start, like the designer clothes and shoes he bought me. I was flattered and fucking happy, but then I realized he was trying to control what I wore, when I wore it and for whom. Then the control at school, picking my classes and friends for me, pushing away those who kept warning me about him.
I actually believed he was protecting me, and he was the only one who loved me more than anyone else in the world.
Until I had no one but him.
Everybody else thought I didn’t want them in my life. Nothing could have been further from the truth. I was so alone and scared. My body wasn’t mine anymore. It was his to do with what he wanted whenever he wanted. I was rape fucked, body and mind and soul, every day, and everybody thought I was a happy, snobby, gold digger bitch.
I stopped moving, tears pricking my eyes against my will.
“Hey, don’t think,” Katrina yelled over the music. “Just dance, birthday girl.”
I nodded fast and lifted my chin to the playful lights so my tears wouldn’t spill. I danced my heart out, telling myself it wasn’t too late. I was twenty-eight today. Life was still ahead of me. Katrina was a living, bouncing example I could still learn to live and enjoy life.
Swirling, I met the dark eyes again. Just behind Katrina, set into the shadows off the dance floor, Alec stood, and neither of us looked away.
He was sipping his bourbon without a care in the world. I could tell by how unsurprised he seemed to be caught staring that he’d been watching my every move.
And he wanted me to know.
That was more potent than the blue and purple alcohol I’d downed earlier. It heated every inch of my skin, burned a hole deep down into my belly. It was dangerous in an exciting way.
A smile spread across my face as my arms stretched up to the ceiling. I could feel the hem of my dress inching up my thighs and didn’t care. I wondered if he noticed.
I hoped he noticed.
Never in my life had I felt so hot, so completely in control of what I wanted; I wanted to dance like crazy with a smoldering stranger standing in the shadows, watching me.
“He’s creepy but sexy as fuck,” Katrina said. “And if his dick is as big as it looked in those pants, I say you give it a shot.”
I slapped a hand over my gaping mouth. “You noticed that, too?”
“I’d be blind if I didn’t.”
“You’re a happily married mom.”
“Doesn’t mean I don’t have eyes…and a pussy.”
I giggled like a girl old enough to be in my class. Then all the drinks I had hit me hard in the bladder. “I think I peed myself a little. I’ll be right back.”
Weaving as I stepped off the dance floor, her arm steadied me. “Do you need me to come with you?”
“No, keep dancing. I’ll be back in a minute. Maybe order some more drinks?”
“All right. I’ll tell them to have the cake ready, too.”
I couldn’t resist looking behind her to see if Alec was still there. But the shadows were dark and empty; he was no longer there watching me.
My stomach dropped as the fantasy was over. How long was it going to last anyway? I told the guy straight up I wasn’t looking. And this was a nightclub packed with women who wanted to be picked up. Nobody waited for no one.
I followed the signs to the second floor, which was some sort of a balcony overlooking the entire club. I walked down a narrow hallway and into a bathroom so bright that a pulse of pain spiked from my eyes to the back of my head.
Luckily, it wasn’t crowded as I really needed to pee. On my way out, I fixed my hair and touched up my lipstick. The music downstairs felt like it was coming up from underwater.
I walked out of the door and right into a wall.
CHAPTER 3
BELLE
“Hello, Red.”
My heart thrashed. We’d been close when he was standing at the booth, but not this close. Not my face to his throat, his smell of man and bourbon surrounding me. “Hi, Alec.”
“You’re a tiny, wild thing.”
Tiny? That was a word that couldn’t be used to describe me. I had big…everything. But…I liked it, coming from him. “I’m not wild.”
“The way you dance begs to differ. I was watching.”
“You’re such a creep.”
“Perhaps. But something tells me you liked being watched. By a creep like me.”
My breaths caught. My legs wobbled, like they weren’t sure if they should run or collapse at his feet so he would pick me up in those huge arms. I chewed on my bottom lip, suppressing a smile.
He tucked my hair behind my ear, and a chill ran through me. “I still don’t know your name.”
“Red.” I couldn’t believe my voice right now. It was low and seductive and teasing. Who the fuck was I around this guy?
His eyes darkened even more. “I’m serious. I want to know everything about you.”
“No, you don’t. You just want to devour me.”
His stare trained on me, turning my nipples into little rocks. “That, too.”
He’s creepy but sexy as fuck. And if his dick is as big as it looked in those pants, I say you give it a shot. “Fine. My name is Belle.”
“Belle?”
“Well, Isabella Ferro. But I had a French parent…” I fought the urge to say Professor. I gave him enough information for one night.
“Originally Italiana?”
I grinned. “Si, si.”
“My favorite.”
“To devour?”
He smirked. “Did you imagine I was getting hard watching you dance…Belle?”
“Wow.” I gave up. I couldn’t keep up with his directness. Had men like this always existed? “Were you …?”
He reached down, took my hand, and pressed it firmly to his erection, already arching into my palm.
A shiver took over me, and wetness gathered between my legs. He was really…long and thick and hard. I couldn’t believe I was wondering about it an hour ago, and now it was in my hand.
Fuck.
Without thinking, I curled my fingers around him. “This is from watching me dance?”
“Do you always dance like this?”
If I hadn’t been so astounded by him or the cock pulsing in my palm or this night in its entirety, I would have snorted a laugh. “Never.”
He studied me, his eyes pensive. “Come home with me.”
My head spun as I shook it. “No. There is no way I’m leaving this club with you.”
He bent and pressed a small, careful kiss to my neck. “You want me as much as I want you. I can feel your heat from here. Smell it. So why fight?”
The answer would take ten years of explanation.
Wait, what? He could feel my heat and smell me? I took a deep breath, and yeah, I could smell me, too.
Looked like there was no point in resisting.
Finally, I dragged my hand away from his erection, only to lead him past the restrooms farther down the narrow hallway to a tiny abandoned alcove overlooking the DJ station. It was secluded enough yet unhidden; if they would look up, anyone down there could see us through the glass wall.
I rested my back on it, my heart racing. “Okay. Touch me over here.”
He raised an eyebrow, ran a long finger across my collarbone, from one shoulder to the other. “Here?”
My pussy clenched from the feeling of his calloused skin on mine. I was so hung up on the size of his cock that I’d failed to notice the size of his hands before.
God help me.
Big cock. Big
hands. Sexy as sin body and voice.
That was some package to belong to one man. A dangerous one that got me dropping all my guards for one night of long awaited pleasure.
I promised myself I’d start living all what I’d missed and not waste any more time. Let it begin.
What harm could come from one wild night anyway?
“Yes, here.” I pressed my hand below his ribs. What the hell was he made of? This firmness couldn’t be real. “You’re not an abusive, narcissistic, psycho motherfucker, are you?”
Laughing, he bent and stared into my eyes. Then he plunged his fingers into my hair. “I am many things, but not that, no.”
“Good.” I reached up, wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, and pulled him toward me for a kiss.
Why I was about to kiss a total stranger, ditching my only friend who was probably eating my birthday cake all by herself now, eluded me. But she told me to give it a shot, right?
She didn’t exactly mean I go fuck him across a wall where anyone could see, but I didn’t care. In fact, I loved the new wild me. I could be that woman who enjoyed herself whenever, wherever, without shame or guilt.
A woman in control. A woman who was not afraid to take what she wanted and deserved.
His fleshy lips were blazing and hard on mine with the taste of bourbon adding to the warmness. He groaned when I opened my mouth and let him in.
That was exactly what I needed. Feral lust that sent a shiver through my whole body with just one kiss. And the heat I was now feeling from him, seeping through the soft fabric of his shirt, set me on fire.
A perfect start.
Declan never felt this hot while he touched me, even on the good days. He was never turned on by me or my body. He was aroused only by what he did to me, how he hurt me. The sense of power. I meant absolutely nothing to him. He’d have felt the same with anyone in my position.
But with this stranger I met a moment ago… He chose me of all the women in the place. He waited for me. He was turned on by me, burning for me.
I took his hand and brought it to my hip. “Can you really smell me?”
“Yes.” His eyes glinted with something savage. “It’s driving me insane.”
Moving his fingers to the edge of my dress, I whispered, afraid to sound silly instead of seductive, but I said it anyway. “Time to add a taste to the smell.”
His gaze burned with golden strikes I hadn’t seen before. “You really want me to do this here?”
The idea of giving myself to this man I knew nothing about, in this dark corner scared me. But there were many other things in the world that scared me a lot more. None of them felt as good as this one.
I nodded, my pulse throbbing between my legs.
His teeth scraped over his bottom lip in hunger. I could see he wanted to take a taste right here right now. To lift the hem of my dress and let me ride this big mouth. “You’re much more trouble than I thought.”
“Is that another compliment?”
His mouth curled, but need carved into his face as he leaned in and braced one hand against the wall. His fingertips on the edge of my dress teased the sensitive insides of my thighs. Then he lifted the red thing and slid his whole hand down my underwear. “Holy fuck. I was all set to get you riled up with my mouth, but you’re already soaking.”
I clenched hard, waves of heat engulfing me up and down.
“Let’s get you out of that wet thing.” He ripped my panties with one swift move.
I gasped. This panty-ripping thing needed a lot more strength than anyone would think, and it only happened in movies and books. But Alec did it…without a blink.
“I’ll keep these.” He shoved my underwear in his pocket before I could speak. “Now, let’s get you even wetter.” He got to his knees and ducked his head under my skirt. Then his tongue slicked through my wetness.
“Oh God.” My hand banged the wall, the other gripped on his hair—wow. It was so soft and thick, just enough to dive in and grab.
Closing my eyes, toes curling in my pumps, I bit my lip as his tongue fluttered inside me. Then the realization I was exposed to anyone who would come to this area slapped me hard.
When Alec was standing against me, no one could see me but the people downstairs, who were too busy to look up. It was probably the only reason I went for…this.
He was big enough to protect me from people’s eyes, maybe even from everything. I knew I was crazy. It could go both ways with a man this size; it could either be very dangerous or very safe, and for some reason, I did feel safe.
But now, any person walking here would see I was being…devoured.
My eyes snapped open. “Shit.”
He pulled away and glanced up at me, my juices covering his chin. “Shit?”
I shook my head fast. “I didn’t mean… It is so good, but… God, you look so hot covered in…me…”
He swiped his tongue over his lip, his eyes rolling back. “You taste so fucking good.”
More drops trickled between my thighs as I pulled on his hair, squirming as his long finger replaced his tongue. “Oh my… Maybe you should come back up here. I’m not as wild as you think I am.”
He looked over his shoulder as he got up, and then smirked at me as if he understood what was going in my mind. “Very well.” His body pushed against mine, his finger slithering in my wetness, cock pressing to the side of my hip. “As much as I love your taste, I love you pressed to me like this even more.”
His thick finger pushed deep, and I muffled a scream, pleasure spearing through me. He gave a hoarse grunt, and his arm snaked around my waist, pulling me even closer to him. With his weight braced on his forearm, he rested his forehead against mine, his breaths gusting over my lips.
For a moment, I was unaware of anything beyond his long finger sliding in and out of me. Then there were two.
Frantic need pulsed through my veins with every push and twist. My breasts swelled and pressed against his firm body. His cock was throbbing hard against me.
“So fucking tight.” He gritted out, screwing his fingers into me. “I need to fuck you, Belle, and I need it now, but I’m afraid I might hurt you if I do.”
“Not when I’m that wet,” I said, too fast.
His teeth grazed along the side of my neck and down to my shoulder. They were rather sharp yet sending a sweet quiver of pleasure down my spine. “I could eat you up whole right now.”
“You’re such an animal.” I laughed into his shirt, rocking against his hand.
He pulled his hand away, and I felt a chill where his warm fingers had been. Then his stare and jaws went hard.
Did I offend him somehow?
“But I like this raw, animalistic hunger,” I amended. “It’s so hot.”
He dug into his pocket and pulled out a tiny package. “Okay. Let’s see if you can take every rough and filthy thing this animal does to your snug little pussy.”
I gasped and clenched around the cold air, hating the emptiness. “Is that a condom? You just happen to have a condom in your pocket?”
It would never have occurred to me to bring a condom with me to some random club.
He just smiled and bent to kiss me. First softly, and then harder, hungrier. When my breath was too fast to catch, he wandered away, sucking at my jaw, my ear, my neck, where my pulse hammered wildly.
He touched my breasts, fondling them as our lips mashed, then he brought one out and feasted on my nipple.
“Oh my God, Alec. I can’t take this. Please, don’t make me wait any longer.”
My dress had fallen back down my thighs, but he lifted it back up to my waist. His teeth clenched as his fingers dug into my bare ass pressed to the glass wall. “Pull my dick out, you wild thing.”
I reached for him, shaking with the force of my own hunger. I tugged on the leather and let the buckle hang free. Then I attacked the snap of his pants. The weight of his cock did the rest, forcing the zipper down.
The hot, thick inches fill my h
and, and I mentally tried to brace myself for what I’d gotten myself into.
It must have shown on my face because he laughed. “If you’re having second thoughts, put it back inside, and I’ll still make you come with my fingers and tongue. But once I’m inside you, it won’t be easy to stop.”
I measured his enormous length with a stroke that seemed to never end. He shuddered as my thumb brushed the slick tip. “You just have to prepare me for it, but I’ll take it. Every inch.”
He swore under his breath, the golden strikes flaming in his eyes again. I pushed his boxers down just enough for him to move and rubbed his erection across my opening.
A groan burst out of his throat. “Let me get this on.” His hand left my ass as he ripped the package with his teeth. Then he rolled the condom on his hardness.
Without another moment of hesitation, he hefted me up, the friction of the glass against my back and ass an unexpected burn. When he lifted my leg, spreading me, I felt nothing but the thrill of having a man like that in a moment such as this.
He hooked my knee around his hip, making me grateful for my heels. His gaze ripped away from my naked boob and burned into mine. “Someone could walk down here,” he reminded me, and I became slicker. “You like that, don’t you? You like that I’m gonna bounce these pretty tits out of this dress while I fuck you where anyone could see?”
A giggle of embarrassment and amusement flew out of my mouth. If I wasn’t already on fire, I’d feel my cheeks burn. He was going to take me, right here, overlooking the crowd below, where Katrina—who knew me as a weak, shy pussy—was eating my birthday cake alone.
I was not a weak, shy pussy. Anyone who had to go through what I had to go through was not weak.
I was a survivor.
And definitely, after tonight, no one would call me—or my pussy—shy.
His breath hissed through his teeth as I guided him to my entrance, his shaft a hot throbbing heaviness I couldn’t close my fingers around.
With his tip lodged inside me, he bared his teeth at me as he widened his stance and pushed inside me as slowly as possible.
My arms wreathed around his neck, shaking. I felt as if he reached my throat with his cock, and he wasn’t all in yet. It didn’t hurt, though. It was all a matter of pressure. Too much at first. I arched my back, tilting my hips to ease it, unable to stop the whine in my throat that melted with the deafening music. Then when his short thrusts stretched me and gained a steady rhythm, I got used to it.
