Black Hearts: A Dark Captive Romance (Heartbreaker Book 3)

by Stella Hart

  Alex chuckled darkly. “Why don’t I believe you?”

  He was right. I defied his rules all the time, just so he’d be forced to punish me. It was all part of our game, all part of our dance of passion. I loved the mixture of pain and pleasure, and he loved giving it to me.

  It wasn’t always like this, of course. We made love as often as we fucked like animals. It just so happened that today, we were both in a mood for the darker side of sex. Tomorrow, we just might want to touch each other tenderly and gaze into each other’s eyes while making sweet, slow, gentle love by the glowing fireplace.

  But not today. Oh no… today, I wanted it hard and deep and dirty as hell.

  “What am I supposed to do with you, Celeste?” Alex said, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine.

  “Please fuck me,” I said shakily, knowing how much it turned him on when I begged. “Please, sir, please! I need it….”

  He tore the thong off me, and his fingers probed between my legs, coming away wet. Finally, mercifully, he pushed his thick cock inside me, and I closed my eyes and groaned, feeling myself open like a flower, still so needful for him after all these years.

  He fucked me hard, fast, just like I wanted. A climax was quickly building, but I never wanted it to end. This always happened. Alex would get me so hot that I’d beg to come, but as soon as I was actually about to, I no longer wanted to. I wanted to draw the pleasure out as long as possible instead, feeling every inch of his perfect cock for hours.

  I came anyway, my body quivering and my breaths coming out in harsh whimpers. My toes curled, and my clenching pussy made Alex growl. I gripped him tighter, squeezing my muscles around him, and he let out a groan of pure pleasure, still pumping in and out of me like a man possessed.

  I finally came again, gasping and moaning as he slammed into me, and then he tipped over the edge too, slapping my ass hard as he coated my insides with his sticky seed.

  When he pulled out, he untied my wrists and ran a soft hand over my stinging ass cheeks. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked.

  I smiled. “Only the way I like it.”

  I knew Alex would never go too far. He’d never hurt me badly; only as much as I begged him to. He wasn’t a cruel man, and he never had been. When I met him, he’d been in a dark place for many years, but together, we pushed through the bad times, and now we were blissfully happy.

  He hadn’t killed anyone since that fateful night at the Circle mansion five years ago. That was another life for him, another story, and the only people he sliced into these days were patients on the operating table.

  I was about to ask him what he wanted for dinner when the monitor on the left bedside table began to make cooing, gurgling sounds before filling the room with an earsplitting cry.

  “She’s finally awake,” I said. “I’m surprised she slept that long.”

  Alex grinned. “She must’ve known mommy and daddy needed a bit of private time.” He stood. “I’ll get her. You get dressed.”

  He winked and left the room, returning five minutes later with our beautiful baby girl, Harper Evangeline Magnusson. She had her father’s eyes, a deep shade of blue filled with curiosity and intelligence. As soon as she was old enough to walk and talk, we were probably in for a lot of trouble. The thought made me giggle.

  Harper curled her fist around Alex’s index finger, gurgled, and went back to sleep. He looked down at her lovingly, rocking her gently. I couldn’t stop staring at the two of them.

  When I first met Alex, there was no way I could’ve ever pictured myself marrying him and having his baby. But now, all these years later, I couldn’t imagine my life any other way.

  I’d never seen him so excited than when I told him I was pregnant last year. We’d initially planned on being married without children for a few more years yet, so I could focus on my career, but Harper had somehow slipped through anyway. Now neither of us could picture ourselves going back to life without a child.

  It wasn’t easy to balance everything at first, but we adjusted. I was able to take some leave from work at the field office, and when Harper was old enough for kindergarten, I would return. Alex did his fair share of parenting too, only taking on a few consults and surgeries each month, which left him enough time to focus on our little family.

  As well as our beautiful daughter and our wonderful home in Point Breeze, we also had two gorgeous ginger cats we’d adopted from my favorite animal shelter; the same shelter Alex once made a huge donation to when he was trying to make me stay, long before I knew the whole truth about him.

  I knew our daughter would grow up to treat the cats with kindness and gentle respect, as she would any other animal or human. Alex sometimes worried that she might inherit some dark streak from him, something that would make her want to hurt others, but I knew she wouldn’t. His dark tendencies hadn’t been with him from birth. He was made into what he was all those years ago, molded by the awful nature of certain elements of our society. Same as me.

  Harper would never go through any of the things we did. We would make sure of it. And if anyone ever tried to hurt her… well, God help them.

  Alex’s brows knitted together as he looked up at me. “Are you okay?” he asked, misreading the intense expression on my face. “Your shoulders aren’t hurting again, are they?”

  I laughed softly. “No. I’m just staring at my two favorite people and wondering how I got so lucky. My arms and back haven’t hurt in ages.”

  “I know, but I still worry sometimes,” he said, focusing his loving gaze on me now. Harper was snoring in his arms, her little head resting on his shoulder. “I love you, angel.”

  I smiled. “Love you too.”

  Alex didn’t need to worry. My nerve syndrome had vanished a long time ago. The first doctor I ever saw was right about my condition—stress was the underlying cause. But I didn’t need therapy to get to the bottom of my issues, like she suggested. What I needed was to exorcise my demons; demons I didn’t even know existed until Alex opened my eyes.

  Now that the Circle was long gone and could never hurt anyone again, I hadn’t felt so much as a twinge in my arms or upper back for years. I couldn’t even remember what the condition felt like anymore, even though it had once been so awful that it took over my entire existence, imbuing every waking moment with agony.

  Back then, I used to think all pain was bad. I didn’t know what I wanted, didn’t know what I craved even though it stared me in the face for so long, and I certainly didn’t know I could ever love it.

  Now I knew the truth. Alex showed it to me. Some pain was bad, like the aching, burning nerve pain I suffered through for so long. Some was good; the kind I craved, the gratifying, electric sensations that sent me spiraling into pleasure and begging for more, more, more….

  Before I met Alex, all I knew was the bad kind of pain. The kind that left me drained and miserable and faded.

  But now?

  It was all good.

  THE END

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