by Ashley Black
“I am,” he hesitated a moment as he buttoned me into the shirt. “Not going to hold anything back this time Elena,” he growled. “You are going to get all of me.”
My eyes widened in alarm.
Shit.
I recalled the last several times he had taken me. Mind bendingly intense and rough. I fondly recalled the date we had enjoyed in the little grotto in the cliff face. He had fucked me senseless. My skin burned in exquisite torment at the memory. I felt a delicious tingle at my core and my thighs parted.
He noticed and a smile twitched at the corner of his lips. “Why so frightened?”
“You held back last time?” I clarified, unbelieving.
He nodded, looking amused. “Of course. I can’t just go tearing up cunts with my, what would you call it, dirty wizard prick straight up. Holy hell woman.”
His long fingers walked down my belly and tapped lightly at the top of my mound.
I fought hard to keep my hips from flicking me into a helpless grind against his palm.
Sweet Jesus!
He rose to his full height and stared down at me with such kindness and fondness. The green glow dimmed from his eyes and they became their normal dark green hue again. Hmmmm … interesting.
His fingers left my mound and moved to roam my ass.
A sigh parted my lips involuntarily.
“I’m curious,” he said almost shyly. “Why do you ask?”
I smirked, pulling away from his perverted groping. “Do you really need validation of your sexual prowess Mr. Darko? Have I not already informed you on at least one occasion that your performance was outstanding?”
He laughed.
It was like a surprising blast of sunshine. I loved its warmth and lightness.
“Well, I have an ego love, and it occasionally likes a stroke.” He cocked a dark eyebrow at me and chewed on his bottom lip. “Welllllll,” he murmured. “It’s waiting.”
“I thought the ego was your submissive and you were the dominant?” I teased.
“Well yes, when it comes to my art, but when it comes to my cock, my sexing, my fuck style, no, no I am the submissive and my ego tells me exactly what to do.”
I laughed.
He grunted and pulled me after him, hurtling towards a window. “Wanna feel something that will blow your mind? He breathed, eyes shining bright.
He pushed open the window and leaned out sniffing deeply of the early morning air.
I stared at him aghast. “You’re drug fucked,” I realized. I shook my head. “No, no, you cannot fly Thorn. Please we are on the top floor of this hotel. Please … don’t do this.”
“Calm your tits love,” he laughed and pulled me squirming and protesting into his arms, wrapping me up in an embrace of Thorn.
I was trapped.
He walked straight out the window.
I screamed.
I think I called him a ‘dirty wizard cunt’. I really couldn’t be sure. My expletives were pretty vulgar. I don’t think I had ever managed as many in one single breath as I did then.
We weren’t plummeting to our deaths, I realized after my torrent of acid abuse.
We were just gently … drifting.
Oh.
My.
Fucking.
Wow.
“Can you?” I asked him in a light teasing tone, my arms moving up to wrap around his neck. “Fuck me floating in the air like this?”
Thorn’s huge chest rumbled in laughter. “What? Now?”
“No!” I freaked. “I wouldn’t want to be so high up, maybe after we eat?” I suggested.
He nipped at my lips playfully. “I made a promise to myself,” he muttered.
“Which was?” My gaze flicked past him to take in the starlit sky, the tops of freaking trees, the sprawling moon-washed garden below. Holy hell, this was insanely awesome!
“I would only fuck some one with any kind of skill, levitating our bodies simultaneously, if I were to take them as my wife.”
I froze.
No.
Hell no!
He sniffed my hair. “Your energy has changed. You are charging with …?”
I couldn’t look at him.
“Terror?”
I bit my lip. Hard.
“Why is it so strange Elena that I would want to make you my wife?”
“I want to get off this ride now,” I heard myself say hollowly.
I was fucking this all up again.
He was going to poison me, not feed me.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
He let go of me.
I screamed.
His hand caught my wrist and yanked me back up against him.
We continued to drift toward the ground.
“Thorn?” I mumbled into his seething naked chest.
He was silent.
Just the saddest sigh brushed over the top of my head.
“Hey now,” I pressed gently. “You just … I just … couldn’t. It’s …
Fuck me shut up! I wasn’t making it better.
Finally, mercifully, our feet met the ground. He let go of me at once and whirled away. His hands were gripping the back of his head.
I folded my arms against the icy blade of the early morning air.
He turned back to me. I was surprised to see his eyes wet with tears.
“Is that all I am to you?” He hissed. “A fucking ride? A distraction from the boredom of your artist pansy twerp? Your soldier man? Isn’t that why you posted on Cellrager’s wall in the first place Elena? You were bored with that fucker?”
“I,” I stared at him. No no no! I would not lose …
Him.
Shit. Abject horror rushed into my heart at the realization.
I hadn’t thought. I will not lose this.
I didn’t want to lose this insane gorgeous man in front of me.
Oh no.
How had it come to this?
I was so fucked.
“I am scared of my loss of control around you,” I admitted.
“Finally!” he threw his hands up in the air, tilted his head back and roared defiantly. “Final fucking leeeeee baby! She tells me!”
He pulled me into a kiss.
It wasn’t rough, brutal, blood letting bruising like his usual mouth warfare.
It was exquisitely soft. A pussy and mind melting silky lash of sinful lips. No tongue. The sweetest, bone and soul deep aching caress.
I was crying.
I felt … everything.
I hadn’t intended to, but my newfound powers touched his energy.
It was true.
It was chaotic and insane, dark, sinister but true in the dominant, explicit vibe.
He loved me.
So hard. It hurt the place his soul used to reside.
“Thorn,” I wept.
“Why?” his lips parted from mine. “Why do you cry my Elena?”
Because I am not your fucking Elena!
Twelve
Later we committed suicide via carbohydrates.
Helped along by the exemplary culinary skill of one of the less scary members of Thorn’s army of misfits.
I was a hard ass, sometimes lacking in empathy. A bitch at times. I had never felt as conflicted over two men as I did right the fuck now.
One of them was currently feeding me my all time favorite sin food. Pasta. Potato. Cheesy melty stuff. Risotto. Yum.
I fell over it like a crazy person.
Thorn sat and watched me eat with a rapt smile on his face. “I take it you approve of Pete’s cooking?”
I nodded, taking an indelicate gulp of wine to wash down the last of the heart attack carbonara. I shot a grateful smile at the elderly man with black circles beneath his eyes (poor fucker appeared to cook for Thornton Darko whenever he desired it … this meal, was a 2am fare!). He smiled back at me, dimmed the lights a little as he left the kitchen barely stifling a yawn.
“Great!” Thorn boomed. “I shall ensure he is your personal chef when
we are married.”
I was grateful I didn’t have a mouthful of anything to choke on. Just my words. Damn it.
I smirked. “Then your wife is going to have a very fat ass.”
“I like your ass very much the way it is,” Thorn murmured, pulling me up onto his lap. His hands gripped my rear. “I think more of it would be absolutely fine as well, so you need not worry about that Elena.”
I wriggled off his lap and yanked him to his feet grabbed hold of his taut firm butt and squeezed hard.
“Bloody hell,” he muttered in surprise.
“Just so we are clear, I expect this ass to remain fucking close to perfection. I do not want a husband with a very fat ass.”
Shit. I was being such a bitch.
Referring to him as ‘my husband’.
Such a shitty thing to do.
I was serious about the ass though.
That thing could drop with gravity in time, I accepted that. But he better not get a fat ass on me.
I guess I could tease it, I reasoned with a faint smile. That could be fun, kneading it, pinching it, slapping it.
Oh holy shit! Why was I even thinking about marrying the man? Spending the rest of my days with him?
No!
Thorn nodded, eyes flashing mischievously. “I’ll save any fatness for the parts of me that give you,” his eyes became slit with desire. “Pleasure.”
Fuck. Yes! Exactly. The man made so much sense!
We kissed and fucked each others mouths with our tongues in the lift on the way up to the suite.
I felt a surge of wanton energy blast from his body, shimmering, and sparking all over mine. It was an overwhelming, desire flood of crazy mayhem.
It was going to wash me away.
“My shirt on you is ridiculously fucking sexy,” he panted against my lips as the lift pinged open to our luxurious suite. He slapped my ass as I bounded ahead of him into the room.
I cast a sly smile over my shoulder in response.
“The way it skims those succulent plump cheeks of yours Elena,” He groaned, advancing upon me. “It is keeping my boner very steep.”
I hooked my finger in the loop of his black trousers, pulled them out to take a peek. I was ridiculously happy to find the thick pulsing tip of his cock at the band. “Well, we should probably do something about that. He is very, very steep,” I smirked.
Some one cleared their throat behind us.
I stared in shock.
A lady wearing a silver decorative mask, black hair wound into an elaborate braid, gestured to an ice cream cake of all things before us. “We made your favorite cake Thornton. Cassata, enjoy.”
They had set it up on a little table that looked like polished drift wood. There were comfortable ivory bean bags on either side of it, two crystal bowls and small shiny spoons.
She nodded and made to hurry past us. Thorn stopped her and lifted her from the ground in one of his huge hugs. “Thank you for this kindness right now. Truly. I’ve had a shit of a time,” his gaze snapped to me. “However, it is most definitely looking up.”
“Yes,” I smiled, and stared openly at the outline of his ridiculous endowment straining against the black trousers. “I see things are definitely looking up Mr. Darko.”
He flashed a wolfish grin and saw the lady to the lift, then whirled around. “Your mouth is a force to be reckoned with Elena. Let me fill it with ice cream.” He plopped down on the bean bag and pulled me down beside him.
I licked my lips and allowed my gaze to drop pointedly at his seething lap. “You sure you don’t want to fill it with something else?”
Irritation flickered on his face as he eagerly carved a ridiculous amount of ice cream cake into a crystal bowl and offered it to me.
Hmmmm, annoyance at my wanting to stuff his erect penis in my mouth, noted.
Lighten the mood at once Elena!
“You’re such a kid when it comes to food. Ice cream cake Thorn? Really?” I teased.
He shrugged and made me laugh as he left the crystal bowl and tucked into the remaining cake on the platter instead. “I really like cassata,” he mumbled through a mouthful of ice cream. A sadness suddenly fell over his beautiful face. “Dad makes exceptionally good ones. I would give everything. Risk everything. Risk losing myself to save the man just to keep these fucking things in my life.”
I sucked the ice cream off my spoon and watched his voracious appetite slay the cake before me.
He didn’t eat like a normal person.
I don’t think he knew how to eat.
Devour. Yeah, Thorn was a devouring things kind of person.
I liked that.
I leaned forward, running my fingers along his slightly shadowed and roughened jawline.
Ice cream and chocolate coated his lips.
It was slicked all over the ring in his chin.
Like a child he had made such a mess of himself.
I licked the bottom of his chin. I sucked and nibbled the cream off his wide mouth that was grinning beneath mine.
A low growl rolled through me as it trickled out the corner of his lips.
I parted from that mouth, and sighed.
I looked down at my hands.
My heart pounding.
My pulse tripping.
Because I resolved what I had to do.
I wanted to give this man a chance to tell me everything about himself. He had told me that there was a lot about him I didn’t know. That I didn’t want to know. Well, I was on the edge with this man. I wanted to know it all.
“I want to know you,” I said softly. “I cried before, because I don’t feel like I do. It is stupid to speak of taking me for your wife, when I don’t know who the hell I am getting as a husband.”
“You don’t want to,” he hissed, dark eyes flashing. “Know, love.”
Thirteen
“Try me,” I challenged, my hands began a slow slide up his thighs.
He gripped them and stopped them mid slide. “What is it that you would like to know Elena? Did you not learn some of it tonight? He blinked at the clock ticking in the corner of the room.
It was now almost 3am.
“Yesterday?” He amended.
I winced. “You were sexually abused,” I said coldly, without filter. I gave myself a mental slap.
He nodded. “Yes.”
“You believe hell is inside of you.”
He took my hand and pressed it to his chest. “It is not just belief Elena; I literally have a sliver of hell inside of me. Here.”
“You believe you are evil,” I went on.
“I am.”
I looked at him.
He was deadly serious of course.
I shrugged. “Aren’t we all?”
He sniggered.
I bit my lip in frustration, looking at him through narrowed eyes. “I want to know the things you were too scared to tell me in the car on our first trip to Mexico.” I said evenly. I tugged at my necklace. “I want to know what is up with this?”
He shook his head. “Please, I can’t. If I told you, I could die Elena.”
I frowned, alarmed. I had so far indulged in a highly erotic fantasy of getting the truth out of him with my mouth wrapped around his salty, sugary tasting dick. “You have been cursed not to tell me these things and if you do you shall be dusted is that it?”
“No,” he laughed nervously. “But if you learned of some of these things, you would finish me off. Vanquish me. Like in your book.”
“I would want to kill you?” I clarified, alarmed.
“You couldn’t help yourself love. You would destroy me.”
“How bad are these things?” I whispered horrified.
“Very, very bad.” He pulled me between his legs, and dropped an odd affectionate kiss on the top of my head.
“Killing Brett bad?”
“No,” he reassured. “No, but they are, nonetheless, bad. Trust in me. Know that I love you. Accept that I am doing everything to protect
you, us, from what is coming.”
I groaned softly, my arms rising and tightening around him as my fingers dug into the hard taut muscles straining in his powerful back. Impossible. Infuriating man!
He left me no other option.
I would blow him.
The truth was going to explode.
Everywhere.
First a test.
“I have a gift for you,” I smiled slyly. “Close your eyes.”
He looked genuinely surprised at my invitation. He shrugged. “Of course.”
I pushed down his pants.
I stared at his throbbing cock.
I took the thing in my trembling hand and pumped it into my mouth with a quick downward stroke, I sucked on it as I drew my lips over it.
“What are you doing?” he gasped in obvious shock. His eyes were wide open.
His hips rolled gently toward me. Sighs tripped over his lips as he fed me his cock.
Willingly. Pushing deeper inside my mouth.
Perhaps I had been wrong?
I saw his head fall back.
I stroked my tongue along the underside of his cock. Licking over a fat vein as I sucked and caressed frantically.
I had limited time here, I could feel his resistance thrumming beneath his heated skin.
“Don’t.”
And here it comes!
His huge hand fell to my shoulder and pushed severing contact with bliss. I realized I was addicted to the taste of his bits. A sugary, salty powerful flavor explosion that hypnotized me between the legs.
“Don’t do that,” he pleaded softly.
I pouted at him and he stared at my mouth in alarm.
“You have my excitement on your lips love,” he reported in a low dark voice.
I flicked my tongue out and sighed happily as I tasted his pre-cum.
“Did I do something wrong?” I asked innocently.
He blushed furiously.
Always such a gorgeous look on him. For he seldom blushed.
He shook his head. “No, I am a little over-excited love, that’s all. I’m afraid you’ll make me blow. I want to pump that pussy full of cum.”
Got you! I decided. That right there, may have been a plausible explanation if I hadn’t heard the fear in the man’s voice when I started to blow him.
So afraid.
Thorn’s eyes were green flame again as he considered me. “I want to be inside of you.”
