Falcon's Prey: A Dark Romance

by C. Lymari

  I opened the door to the shower. Steam poured out, and Ren was under the spray, head bowed, but as soon as he saw me walking in, he turned his face toward me. No words were spoken as I closed the door behind me. Not as I removed the heels, the stupid dress, and the thong. I let it all drop to the floor, along with my caution and sanity.

  The first thing I said when I stepped in the shower was, “He didn’t hurt me… The only person I want touching me is—”

  The words died as he pulled me by the back of my head, bringing me to him. The water was too hot, burning my skin, but I didn’t feel it, not when all I focused on was his kiss.

  “All I’ve known is hell, but I find heaven in your lips,” he told me in a husky tone.

  I knew people did stupid things for a pretty face, but they also did them for pretty words. Ren meant them—I knew he did. He was beaten because of me. He was willing to defy death for me. I gulped, and then I dropped to my knees in front of him.

  If his gaze was intense before, it was nothing like how he was looking at me now, and there was no ice in his gaze. I was sure the world could come to blows around us and we would be lost in each other.

  Ren looked down on me; the water made his hair look darker, beads all over his chest running down his abs. I could see bruises starting to form, and I wanted to make him feel better. He grabbed his dick. It was long, almost angry-looking, the tip leaking with precum, and he stroked it twice.

  “Suck, princess,” he demanded as his hand came to my hair and gently tugged my head back.

  When I opened my mouth, he slowly started thrusting into my lips. I greedily took everything he gave me and asked for more. Being on your knees was supposed to be a sign of submission, but being on my knees for Ren didn’t feel like that at all. Being on my knees for someone like him was a sign of power. He trusted me enough not to hurt him while he fed me his dick.

  My hands came to his thighs, holding him in place as I took him deeper. I’d never been so turned on while sucking dick. My lips wrapped around him, sucking as the water fell on my back. I grabbed Ren’s ass and pulled him toward me, and I gagged. Ren’s hold on my hair got tighter, his head tipped back as his chest rose and fell. Between my legs, I felt needy and started to move my hips, trying to find relief, but I didn’t want to stop touching him to please myself.

  My nails dug into Ren’s ass when I pushed him some more so I could deep-throat him. My mouth felt so full, my lips stretched a little too much, and my eyes watered, but when he cursed and he started thrusting furiously against me, it made it all worth it.

  He fisted my hair, holding me in place as he fucked my mouth hard. I gagged and moaned, and it wasn’t sexy, but it was perfect. Then I felt it, the way his dick started to twitch and spurts of his release shot inside and out of my mouth, dripping down my chin. As he began to pull out of me, I still sucked him, taking every last drop.

  “Fuck.” He groaned softly as he looked down at me with a tender look in his eyes.

  Ren helped me up. With his thumb, he removed cum from the corner of my lips and brought it to my mouth, where I sucked it off.

  “Who does your pussy get wet for?” he asked.

  “You.”

  He hummed his approval.

  We finished the rest of the shower quietly as he massaged my hair with his shampoo and lathered my body with soap. My body was in front of his as he moved both hands to cup my breasts, pinching and pulling my nipples. Then as he held my waist, his other hand came down between my legs. He moved his fingers over my slit slowly, teasingly. His mouth came to my neck, licking the water, then kissing until he started to suck my skin.

  My hips moved against his hands as I moaned, “You’re hurt.”

  He spoke against my neck; the movement of his lips caused me to shiver. “A little pain won’t stop me from owning you.”

  I moaned when he inserted two fingers inside of me.

  Ren cursed. “Fuck, right there. That little noise.”

  His fingers kept moving in and out, and then he traced them to my clit, where he gently rubbed it. I threw my hand up, grabbing hair, needing something else to hold on to.

  It had never been like this—an all-consuming need to be devoured. Silas wanted to own me, but he never did. It was all about him and never about me. With Ren, even when we didn’t want it, I came first. My health, my safety—I was important.

  “I’m going to own all of you,” Ren vowed. “I’m going to fuck this pretty little mouth.” He ran his fingers across my lips. “Destroy this tight little pussy.” His hand glided down to cup me between my legs, stroking my clit lightly, making me dizzy.

  By the time I felt his finger in my other entrance, I froze. I remembered the pain that came the last time I was taken there.

  “One day, I’m going to own this too.”

  He added slight pressure from his thumb as he kissed my cheek softly. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to prevent my mind from going there. Ren removed his hand from my ass and brought both to my waist. He peppered more kisses on my cheeks until I opened my eyes again. When I did, I felt calm. He wasn’t going there today, but one day, and maybe one day I’d be ready, because I would love for him to erase everywhere Silas had ever been.

  Ren turned off the water. He grabbed my hand and led me out of the shower. It was at that moment that I let everything go—who I was, who I had been. His hands were stained with murder, yet I trusted them completely. It might be stupid to follow the devil, but he was once an angel too.

  “Get on the bed and spread your legs.” He gave me a push.

  I saw him wince a bit as he followed behind me. I wasn’t going to ask him to take it easy because that wasn’t the kind of man he was. He had a point to prove, and a little pain wouldn’t prevent him from doing so.

  Once I was on the bed, I spread my legs. I ran my hands from my breast down to my navel, then between my thighs. I could hear him breathing heavily.

  “Play with your cunt,” he rasped, his eyes were at my sex.

  He bit his lip as I used two fingers to tease my folds, my clit, then when I inserted them, he hummed his approval. The fact that he was watching me made it all that much hotter.

  I started to grind my hips against my fingers, when Ren snatched my hand away, holding on to my wrist with a vicelike grip. He looked like a bull ready to strike, his eyes with a hint of maniac in them. He brought my wrist to his mouth, licking the side of my fingers, then the rest before he put them in his mouth.

  “I’ve never eaten this much pussy in my life,” he admitted before he threw my legs over his shoulder.

  He gave a slow stroke from my entrance to my clit. Then he let the tip of his tongue circle my little bundle of nerves. My stomach felt like a coil, so strung out, ready to come apart at any moment. My hand went to his hair, softly running my fingers through his scalp. Ren kissed me down there tenderly, then gave me lashes of his wicked tongue.

  “Oh, fuck, Ren,” I screeched when he nibbled on my clit.

  His teeth gently pulling at it felt divine. I was so close already. I only needed a little more and I would go off like a bullet. I felt Ren smiling between my legs. His mouth moved to the apex of my thighs, where he sucked on the skin. I never knew that could feel so good. Once he was happy, he did the same to the other side, all while I felt like I was burning up. My clit throbbed and my pussy convulsed, tired of being on edge.

  “Ren please,” I begged.

  He let out a dark chuckle. With his thumbs, he parted my folds. I looked down at him as he blew on my clit. The air was cool, a delicious combination utterly different from how I was feeling. My head thrashed back, and I moved my hips only to hump air.

  Ren kneeled on top of me, his lips glistening. “Sorry, princess, guess it was a miss.”

  I needed to come, like, yesterday.

  “I was jealous, okay?” I gritted out.

  That seemed to please him because he gave me half a smile. God, was he gorgeous. He was always so dark, but when he let some of
his light shine, it was special. It was more special because when he was soft, it was with me.

  Ren didn’t say anything; he bent his head, kissing my navel, then licked all the way up to between my breasts. My chest was rising and falling like I had run a marathon.

  “My cock only grows hard for you, Ember.” He raised his head, making eye contact with me.

  He was so honest and real that every word was like ambrosia feeding my malnourished soul. Where I showed weakness, he showed strength; where I was incredibly human, he was merciless and unforgiving.

  “Please,” I begged again. “Your ribs.”

  “There is no pleasure without a little pain,” he hissed.

  Ren’s mouth landed on my chest, kissing and sucking as he pinched one of my nipples. He did the same with the other one. I was too lost in the sensation, I missed him pulling something from the drawer. Ren licked on my nipples, then sucked and bit them, each time adding more pressure to the point my hands were on his back scratching and asking for more.

  Only when I was squirming and begging for him to let me come did he stop paying attention to my breasts.

  “Did I still miss?” he mocked.

  Before I could respond, I felt a cool, prickling sensation over my hard nipples. It hurt like little knives, but it also felt good against all the tension that had gathered there. Ren did it again and again on both nipples until I screeched from frustration. My wetness coated my thighs from being on the edge for so long. Ren bent his head again, slowly licking my nipple, then biting it hard. I felt a spasm go over my body, but it wasn’t enough for me to come. I wanted it—no, I needed it, as much as I needed to breathe. There was a thin line between pain and insanity, and I was on it.

  I rose on my elbows, aggravated. In Ren’s hand was a black pinwheel that looked scary as fuck—I was going to ignore that for now.

  “If you don’t make me come, I swear to God I will go find G—”

  My words were cut off when Ren slammed me back down on the bed with a hand on my throat. His eyes burned with jealousy just at the mention of another man’s name. Good.

  His mouth hovered by mine. “The only dick you’ll ever be getting is mine.”

  He slammed into me, and I let out a relieved scream. My hands came to his back every time he thrust his hips, and my nails scratched his skin. His body weight was near suffocating, but it still wasn’t close enough. His mouth was on my neck, licking, biting, and sucking. I met him thrust for thrust. The only sounds in the room were our labored breaths, the brutal sounds our bodies were making. People thought making love was supposed to be docile, sweet, and slow, but vicious worked just as well. Violent things took passion. I’m talking about scratching so deep you pull skin, biting because you don’t know whether to moan or scream. Feeling like you are trying to claw out of your skin to be born again.

  Ren pulled out and then slammed back in. I was sure I drew blood when I dug my nails into him as I screamed my release. The orgasm tore through me, destroying me, making me lose a part of my soul in the process.

  This wasn’t sex. It was something else, something unexplainable. Something so dark, yet so pure, that it scared you.

  Violent delights met violent ends, and I feared that was where Ember and I were headed if I didn’t get a handle on our situations. My ribs were on fire the next morning when I woke up sore as fuck, but luckily not broken. Pressed against my chest was Ember’s head. I breathed through the pain I felt today, but fuck, was it worth it. She was worth it.

  I wasn’t the type of guy to care for a woman. I’d never even loved one. But what I felt for Ember, I couldn’t describe. It was intense, dangerous, cruel, but it calmed me. She roared louder than my demons. She was like stars in my dark sky.

  Right after we fucked, Ember knocked out. I stood there smoking some weed to dull the pain and just watched her.

  What we did wasn’t sex or making love. It was a fucking possession. It was a union of souls, handing over everything I stood for and now standing for her. Slowly I removed her from my body, careful not to wake her, gritting my teeth because it was causing my ribs pain.

  Showering was a pain, so was changing. As for Ember, she slept through it all. I went out of my room, knowing Gideon would be awake already.

  “Morning, mate,” he greeted me with a smile as he drank black coffee.

  “What do you want, G?”

  “Shit, not even because you got laid last night are you mellow. You need to cheer up and stop being such an arsehole.” He took another sip. “Kinda regret not collecting my winnings. That scream…I thought you were tearing her in half.”

  He sighed. I was losing my patience.

  “Gideon,” I warned.

  “They will be sending a message soon.”

  He didn’t have to say who they were. I already knew. I’d been waiting for this message. I didn’t know if it would be a bullet coming from the back or the front.

  “When they do, I need to send a little message of my own.”

  “Who do they send to deliver a message?” I prodded.

  I knew next to nothing about the organization. The operations weren’t stateside, so G heard more about it.

  “Their executioner, which leads me to what I want.”

  I went to the fridge, taking items out to make some breakfast for Ember. “Okay, but first, I need you for two things.”

  “Falcon, you’re not in a position to make demands. I didn’t have to bring your plaything back to you.”

  I continued to make food without facing him. “You want something bad enough that you got on a plane and flew across the world to get it. I’ll do it, no questions asked…I’ll even let you do the torturing.”

  This time I did turn to see he was contemplating it. He gave me a brief nod to keep going.

  “One, I want you at the fight. Something goes wrong, I need you to come back and get her out of here, set her up, and make her disappear.”

  “You like this one, don’t you? You never cared about Pam that way.”

  I went on, ignoring his Pam comment. “Second, we need to give a little house visit.”

  “Those are my favorite kind. Should I go dig up my tool kit?”

  “I’m sure what you have with you is more than enough.” This last request was somewhat of a push. “You still have contacts in government?”

  “Yes,” he answered tentatively.

  “Can you get me anything and everything on Silas Remington?”

  Gideon smiled a different time of smile than the one he had earlier, not playful—this was full of sadistic enjoyment. “If you’re doing what I think you’re doing, that’s fucking cruel.”

  “Just get me the information, and I will pass along the message.”

  “Deal,” he agreed.

  He took the plate I handed him and started to eat. I went back to the room to find an empty bed.

  So much for this breakfast-in-bed bullshit.

  Setting the plate down, I headed to the bathroom door that was ajar. Ember stood wrapped in a towel, looking at herself in the mirror. Her neck was purple and red all over.

  “Morning.” I leaned against the door smirking at her. She looked fucking beautiful, a choker of my creation on her neck on top of her breast.

  She looked at me through the mirror, and I didn’t know if she was happy or sad. Slowly, she turned around and opened the towel. There were little scratches on her nipples from the pinwheel, hickeys going down her navel and the apex of her thighs, and bruises from my fingers on her wrist, legs, and hips. My dick grew hard at the sight. Last night she took everything, silently asking for more.

  “You look incredibly gorgeous,” I said, leaving all pretense that she didn’t affect me.

  Ember closed the towel again and made her way to me. When she was in front of me, she got on her tiptoes and kissed me.

  Her kiss was timid, insecure. Nothing like her.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  “I don’t know. I’ve never felt like
this before. So content with myself. I feel like something is going to happen to fuck it all up.”

  I wrapped one of my hands across her waist. “Not if I can help it.”

  “You didn’t even get the money for that fight.” She looked so worried, what had happened to her wasn’t even on her mind.

  As she finished drying, I went to the drawer, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt for her to wear. I needed to get her clothes.

  “We got the money,” I told her.

  She gave me a skeptical look as she reached for the clothing.

  “I knew Zeke was never going to let me keep the money I won. So while I made slow bets, Pam was working the room. It’s why we stayed on the same table the whole night. Make him think I was too cocky, too sure, and let the game come to me, while Pam got everything we needed. In the end, I guess we should thank G. He offered a distraction, and Pam slipped right out.”

  She opened her mouth, then closed it right away.

  “Having G threw me off a bit. They got me before I could get us out of there.”

  She was quiet as she dressed. While she did that, I went to the bed and pulled the mattress up and reached for the object I had stored there a year ago.

  “You can’t hide things from me. Everyone always lies thinking I’m too dumb to handle it or it doesn’t concern me. My life is in the balance here too, and I think that deserves full transparency.”

  “Ember, you’re not going to die. I’ll make sure of that.”

  Even if it was the last thing I did. Maybe she was some sort of fucked-up redemption to even the scales.

  “No secrets,” I lied.

  There were some things I wouldn’t tell her, not when knowing could put her in harm’s way. I walked up to the edge of the bed and sat down, giving my muscles some relief.

  “How are your ribs?” she asked as soon as she same me wincing.

  “Okay, for now. Pam wrapped them earlier.” It was hard to hold my laugh at her murderous glare when I mentioned Pam’s name.

  “How nice of her,” Ember mumbled.

  “Would it make you feel better to know that while she wrapped me, she saw how fucking scratched my back was and the bite marks you left on my shoulders?”