by Dark Angel
"For me?" she asks, genuinely surprised.
"For us," I say and I can't believe my own luck at life. What started as an underprivileged beginning for me and what became a loveless, empty adulthood, has become instead something out of a fairy tale. I never thought I wanted the happy ending, but watching Lily strip down to the lingerie I designed for her to wear, well it makes me feel like you really can have it all. I see her beautiful, naked body slip into the tub and I immediately follow. The flames of our desire have not mellowed at all, but they have become intensified as we've gotten to know each better.
I didn't sell her father's business and we still own the brownstone. And we will own it forever. I've come to respect and appreciate her view on life, instead of fighting so hard against it so that I could cling to old traditions. Lily has breathed new life into the business, and she comes to work with me often so that she can supervise the planning division of our sustainable living department. She's pointed me in a whole new direction and our company's expanded. I say "our" because she's my partner now in every way, including business. She has helped redefine my company and I've gotta say, she's made me a fortune in her own right. Lily has exceeded my expectations in that she's an active participant in all areas of the business and of life. Great mom, wife, and CEO. I have it all and when I think back to those days when I was letting it fall through my fingers, I am reminded of a man with a cold heart and an even colder future. Thanks to this woman, this love of my life, I have learned how to open my heart again and to be free.
I step into the oversized tub with her and she leans between my legs and starts to tell me about her day.
"And then the building committee fought with me about using this new insulation that's made from recycled materials, but I put my foot down and showed them the numbers and guess what? I won in the end . . . "
All this mundane talk is what I crave now. I used to think married life would be a bore, but guess what? It's more exciting than ever to know I connect with this person, this gorgeous person, and that everyday there are more layers to discover about her and our love gets more intense. In fact tonight I plan to remind her about just how intense it can be. I pull her to me and we kiss and it's a connection that can only have been born out of true love. I'm in deep now for sure but instead of coming up for air I allow myself to fall in love for the rest of eternity.
The next morning when we wake, I still can’t believe just how perfect everything is and, all at once, I can. You were there, angel, and you know just how deeply I’ve given myself over to Lily. How deeply she gave herself to me. That’s fucking true love, and it matters more than anything that I could ever buy.
“You’re my surrender. You’re my everything. I love you,” I whisper against Lily’s skin. I didn’t think I was capable of the level of sentiment inside me now, but I am. I fucking am. I am capable of so much, of even love, because of her.
It has always been her. Just seeing her photograph set me off in a landslide of need to control, to tame, to have her. Making her my personal slut was not enough…I needed to control and own every part of her, body, mind, and soul.
Lily became my everything the moment I knew she existed. Her every gift of submission destroyed any other ideas I had about my life.
“You’re my forever,” Lily whispers, mostly asleep.
I pull her tight against me. She’s my forever. I knew the instant I saw her, even in a picture, that I had to have her. I fucked everything up between us and she forgave me, and she gave me a life that I had no idea that I even wanted. I had no idea that I could be so happy.
29
Lily
I thread my arms around Sebastian’s neck, smiling up at him and running my fingers through his hair. He takes my face in one hand and kisses me gently, and then pulls away to look down at my lips.
“I know that mischievous smile… What are you up to?”
I bring him back down into a kiss again, and then look into his eyes.
“I might be doing something naughty right now.” I bring my lips up to his ear and nibble on his earlobe gently.
He slides his hand up my neck and pulls on my hair gently. Even without using a lot of force, the way he grabs me still sends a shiver through my spine.
“And what might that be?”
I make a bit show of blinking my eyes and biting my lip, making a show of a sweet and innocent routine. He runs his other hand down my back and slaps my ass once sharply.
“Am I going to have to spank the answer out of you?”
I bring my mouth to his ear again and whisper into it, “I’m wearing that gift you gave me.”
He smirks at me, his eyes trailing down my body. His wicked smile never fails to turn me on. I rub my thighs together slightly, rubbing my pussy against the silicone vibrator that sits inside me. The outer nub of the vibrator sits perfectly against my clit. It rumbles quietly in my underwear, even I was shocked at how powerful and silent it was. No doubt Sebastian’s intention was to see how much he could make me squirm on a variety of lengthy nights out. He had already planned a night at the opera before he left the little gift on my desk in a pretty black gift box.
“Lily! You brought a toy to play with and you didn’t even tell me!” Sebastian exclaims, taking my jaw in his hand, “You are just begging for a little punishment, aren’t you?”
Slapping my ass again, Sebastian takes out his phone. He presses a few buttons on the app, and the vibration pattern changes, syncing the vibes to the music playing on the stereo.
“Fortunately, I already have this app from our big meeting,” Sebastian laughs, remembering how he accidentally used the last wearable he bought me in a meeting and how intensely we fucked that day.
I give him an exaggerated glare, crossing my arms over my chest, I try hold back a moan at the wonderfully rhythmic throb of the vibrator sinking up with the bass line.
“You just can’t ever be surprised, can you? Control freak,” I say.
My accusations make him laugh. He slips his phone back in his pocket and lifts me up, bringing my legs around his waist. He pins me against a nearby wall and puts his lips to my ear.
“And that’s exactly why you love me.”
He holds me up with his hands on my ass, squeezing and massaging it with his fingers. He captures my lips in a kiss as he grinds his body against mine. I begin to moan softly, no longer pretending not to be affected by the delicious pulse of the vibrator against my clit. It is extremely well made, powerful and yet completely wireless. Sebastian never did spare any expense when it comes to making me come. I’m already starting to the warmth building up in my belly from the beautiful sensations.
Sebastian wraps one of his arms around my waist and uses the other to tug my skirt up over my hips. As soon as it is out of the way, the runs his fingers along my pussy, tracing the vibrator. I moan and move my hips against him.
“Oh, Sebastian, please fuck me!” I beg, knowing that I won’t hold out long.
He unfastens his pants and sinks his hard cock inside me without hesitation. I can see in his face that he wants me just as badly, and that makes my already soaked pussy drip down my thighs.
As his cock slips all the way inside of me, we both moan together. His cock pushes up against the vibrator, feeling the vibrations for himself and pushing it harder up against my clit. My legs tighten around his waist and I close my eyes in concentration, already struggling not to come.
“Don’t hold back, Lily. Come for me,” he says and begins to grind against my body, his cock rubbing my inner walls.
At his word my body starts to tense. As the sensations start to peak, Sebastian begins fucking me slowly. His lips close around mine, kissing me hungrily. I cling to him moaning into his mouth at the intensity of the feelings. As my body starts to come down from the first high, Sebastian speeds up. His cock plunges inside me all the way each time, my body taking every inch. We fit together perfectly.
It does not take long before I feel the waves of another
climax approaching, this one even more powerful before. Sebastian breaks away from our kiss to look me in the eyes. I can see on his face that he’s close.
“I love you, Lily.”
The tenderness of his words and the shaky way he says them as he edges closer to coming send me over the edge. I come even harder than the first one, screaming Sebastian’s name. He buries his cock inside me all the way and starts to come with me, filling me up until it drips down my legs and ass.
As we both start to go still, Sebastian fishes around in his pocket, slipping his phone partway out and stopping the vibrator. I sigh softly in relief, my sensitive clit still twitching from the double orgasms. I hold Sebastian close to me smiling from ear to ear.
“I love you, too.”
He takes my face in both of his hands and kisses me again, still giving me a flutter of butterflies in my stomach. The way he kisses me tells me that the night has just begun.
A Special Treat from the Author
I love ya my fab readers!
I know that like we totes don’t say it enough but this whole thing is about you Angels.
With that in mind, we want to share some more love with you.
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Buyer’s Market by Alexis Angel
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Prince Me Harder by Cara Angel
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Gambling for the Virgin by Alexis Angel
Jailbait by Alexis Angel
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The Virgin Market
Dream of me, baby girl. Prepare yourself for what I’m about to do to you…
Her Father sold her to me to clear his debt.
It sickens me but I accept it because I see the lust for me in her eyes. How she wants her hands caressing my rugged face and ripped body.
She tries to hide it but she can't. And I can’t stop thinking about what I'll be doing to her.
Making that virgin body quiver with the numbness of pleasure. She has no idea the depths of my depravity.
But it won’t be just me.
Oh, no. That would be too easy. I have a partner who was also wronged by her father.
Together, we need to decide whether we keep her.
Or sell her.
It's a twisted question - give in to love and keep her. Or give in to vengeance and give her up on The Market?
It's too bad that Sarah Carlton is so untouched. An innocent and fragile girl who is the very picture of sweetness.
And we’re going to savor that sweetness as we break her, no matter what we choose.
_**Come enter a world of darkness in this full-length standalone romance by Dark Angel. No cheating or cliffhanger but it's going to contain very mature themes with potentially dark undertones as well as scenes of MF and MFM. HEA? Always.**_
Prologue - Damien
I watch the rise and fall of Sarah’s chest, her breath finally slowing, and that’s all that keeps me hanging on. Every dark strand of her chocolate hair that often frames her face is tucked back into an elegant chignon. Nothing is out of place. Everything is perfect for display. A cosmetic counter’s best products are on display on her elegant, angelic features. Her face is masked in beauty, yet dripping with pain.
How did I get here?
I know how she got here. I'm the reason Sarah is here, on an auction block, trembling, for display.
I accept that Sarah is part of this. Part of making sure that the equation is solved, balanced.
But my heart and soul are ragged as I watch Sarah’s failed attempts to regain control of just her breathing.
“…Finest the Virgin Market has to offer…” one of the hosts barks as rich buyers walk past us and I catch some of his sickening words.
Through her frightened state, Sarah manages to catch some of them too. She yelps silently, fear stealing the sound from her lips, at whatever words she catches. Her mouth closes, the glossy lipstick smoothing over each lip when they press together again.
I thought Trevor, Sarah, and I had this situation figured out.
Except how could we?
Sure, my solution was entirely a half measure. Of course it didn’t work out one hundred percent. I just didn’t think it would fall apart like this.
I didn’t think I would fucking fall apart like this either.
The Virgin Market previously garnered a dispassionate response from me. These girls, and their virginity, were just another commodity to be sold and traded. So what? I didn’t give a shit. I didn’t see it as any different than any other business. I just didn’t happen to be one of their customers, or sellers.
Trevor had bought single nights on the Virgin Market before. He and I had also done some sharing in the past of decidedly non-virgins. There was a particular weekend where we shared a hot cougar who’s very elderly husband had passed and she wanted to celebrate her near infinite riches. She elected to do so impaled on both of our cocks. Afterwards, Trevor took the time to tell me that he liked younger, less experienced gals, and, would I like to try the Virgin Market?
He told me about it and I wasn’t interested. I didn’t come across outraged. I didn’t even judge him.
I was just…whatever about it.
I’ve never needed to buy women. You know that about me for sure if you know who I am.
My body makes any woman wet.
Including you.
My 8-pack abs cut with diamonds and sculpted with granite.
My bedroom eyes.
My rugged face.
My 12-inch cock.
My billions of dollars.
I am the epitome of fuckability.
Taking Sarah had been an offer I’d taken up on instantly, determining that my next move would be decided later.
When it got complicated, I asked Trevor to make sense of it. It was an intuitive move because I knew he could handle making the decision.
But I thought my solution to getting Sarah out of my mind was selling her to Trevor. Trevor even pushed me to sell her on the Virgin Market.
Yet, I couldn’t handle the thought of her belonging to anyone else but Trevor. I shared her with Trevor once, and that was fucking hot. We were selling her at the Virgin Market despite the fact that she was not a virgin. Which was fine…because Trevor was buying her and that was fine on his part. And no one would fucking know she wasn’t a virgin. Ironically, this was a business of some kind of twisted honor. At least an honor system that the girls for sale were virgins.
And then Trevor disappears before he can buy Sarah. What the fuck? I just can’t fucking bring myself to sell her to anyone else, and I didn’t think this was going to happen.
After everything, Sarah’s parents are here, suffering from seeing what's going to happen to her. Now I’m here and I can’t buy Sarah because I'm selling her…and I just want to leave.
I've already placed her up for order. I thought Trevor was running late, and would show. Now three minutes remain and in these three minutes, I'm dying a thousand deaths.
I can't satisfy the Market’s demands for a virgin without offering a replacement girl that buyers can purchase, and even if I had one, it's too goddamn late.
I face the very real risk that I'm here now, selling Sarah as a virgin to someone else, and that she will be truly lost to me, and Trevor, forever.
This is all my goddamn fault. Because what fucking mattered to me? The wrong goddamn things. I never, ever should've done any of this shit.
Trevor couldn’t possibly have forgotten or decided against buying Sarah, yet he isn’t fucking here. Isn’t answering his texts. Isn’t picking up his phone. Fuck.
I don’t want to deal with this shit right now. I want to deal with comforting Sarah.
She's terrified. She doesn’t know that we weren’t just planning to sell her anymo
re. She thinks we’ve abandoned her. And now … I'm being forced to do just that.
I have everything to lose; if I lose Sarah, she is everything to me.
I see her eyes shine with tears that won’t fall. Her gaze is full of enough pain that it feels like screaming in my already harried mind. I want to answer those screams, kiss those tears before they can be cried. That’s when I know. I feel the pit of my stomach ring out with the impact of the truth.
I will blow everything up in my entire goddamn life and anyone who comes at me before I let this happen.
I look at Sarah. She’s hurt, betrayed, confused. Of course she is. Sarah doesn’t know how to feel about feeling betrayed when she shouldn’t have discerned any loyalty at all.
But that loyalty is fucking there. No matter how much I've fought it.
Now, before I can tell her, the light on her auction block goes off, and I realize that I didn’t fucking act quickly enough.
I’m going to lose her forever.
What kind of fucking monster am I? I decide to run with her, save her, hide her, but seconds too late before I can?
No.
Sarah’s time has ran out.
Sarah
The wood is always my favorite part.
A crackling fire on the hearth, a warm cup of cocoa, and a cozy sweater makes Christmas feel like a miracle after the stresses of a tough college semester. I'm home for Christmas at my parents' house, but something is different this year.
I think my parents aren’t telling the truth. I have a work-study job at school. They say a clerical error is why the school thinks I need one. But I don’t push. I took on a job at my college as soon as the school notified me that I needed to. I'm in school; I'm costing my parents a lot of money. My mother makes no qualms about the fact that she wishes I would simply marry some rich man and not worry about going to school until after I snag a husband. If I consider school at all. My father indulges me, but only to a point. I can tell they are frustrated. I know they must have money problems.
