Dark Thief (The Two Sides of Me Book 2)

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by Garcia, Amy Lynn


  Evan sighs deeply, God please don’t let this be an argument, please just let him go along with it. “Mia no, I’ve made my peace with this. You need to just let it go.” Now’s when I’d give my right arm for my voice back just so I could scream at him until I lost it again. Instead, I pull away from him and shake my head back and forth vigorously, frowning at him, no, scowling is a better description of my screwed up face. He sees none of it but he knows, he always knows.

  “I miss your smart mouth.” he says sadly. Yea he actually sounds sad that he doesn’t have to listen to the bitch out session I’d be giving him right now if I could! He reaches up sliding his hand behind my neck, tangling his fingers in the hair on my nape. He’s got a strong hold on me, I’m not going anywhere. “You know what your bodies telling me right now baby?” I shake my head no, but not much as he has a good grip on me. “It’s saying you’re frustrated, pissed at me, but for all the right reasons, for love and devotion. But I can turn that frustration into something much better, you watch me.”

  His mouth covers mine invading it with his tongue he demands this attention. I try to pull away from him and he bites my bottom lip, not a nibble he bit me! I jump in reaction to the unexpected pain and now I’m really pissed! But this only drives him further into a new place we’ve never been before. He grabs me roughly standing and rushes me backward until I bump the desk. He’s got me sitting on the edge with my legs spread, him standing between them pressing his length against me I shudder…this new place is exciting…exhilarating…dangerous maybe.

  “Hold on baby, I’m going to use that anger of yours now and it’ll be to your benefit, believe me.” What?! Ok, I’ll admit I’m turned on but he knows how to press the irritation buttons like no other! I want to talk about getting him seen by a doctor who can help him and he just wants to piss me off, or turn me on I don’t fucking know which! He binds my wrists behind me on the desk and I struggle. ”No, no, I’m the boss remember?” Ahh! Shit my brain is scrambled with anger and the need to rip his clothes off and fuck him senseless right her on this desk! “That’s it, get mad baby.”

  I AM MAD! I try to free my hands but he’s got both of my tiny wrists in one of his huge hands holding them secure he reaches up and snaps the spaghetti strap off of my nightgown on one shoulder, what the?! I grunt and struggle in his arms, I LIKE this night gown damn it! He pulls me tight against his chest, reaches around behind and across to snap the other one releasing the gown completely. He moves away just enough to let it slide down around my waist exposing my breasts.

  Damn it to hell he’s really ruined it now! The more I struggle and push at him the more relentless he becomes. Biting his way down my neck and then he hovers at my nipple and I know I’d better be still or this could hurt. When I calm he takes it in his mouth and sucks gently and then traces it with his tongue making it tight and hard. I watch the erotic scene and begin to relax until he bites again. “Ahhh!” he was provoking my anger for a reason but he must have forgotten who he’s dealing with.

  My knee raises up quickly between his legs but he’s anticipating this and catches it by squeezing his much stronger thighs together just millimeters before it makes its intended impact on his manhood, fuck! “That’s my girl, if I hadn’t been expecting that you would have been free right now. I’m glad you know how to defend yourself, but this is me and you need to let me have what I want.” I don’t know what he wants!

  He’s deliberately leading me in one direction just to yank me in another! Does he want to fuck me or piss me off? My question is answered immediately when he unzips and drops his jeans, steps out and uses the same hand to remove his shirt all while keeping my wrists firmly locked in his grip with the other hand. My Greek God stands before me naked, cock pointing at me accusingly and everything inside me submits.

  I slide down off the edge of the desk and let the gown drop to the floor, he lifts me back up and nudges my legs wide with his hips brushing his iron cock against me. My core and my heart’s connection, where that electrical current flows and explodes begins to zap and I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him into me, no guidance necessary he slides into my hot folds and enters me with force.

  Burying deep and holding there while he lifts my ass off the desk with his free hand connecting us as much as physically possible. His mouth is on my neck and I’m gasping for air. I ask permission to free my hands by wiggling my fingers and he obliges now that he knows we’ve reached his desired destination. God it feels so good to touch him. I can’t get enough of him suddenly, hands roaming all over his back down to his ass as he begins to pump in and out of me rhythmically he slides his other hand under my ass and I’m not really touching the desk anymore.

  I’m suspended in his grasp and he has such incredible upper body strength he can keep us going without any leverage, just him pushing into me and dragging out over and over. I feel his hard abs clenching against my tummy and a thin sheen of sweat begins to cover both of our bodies. I find his mouth and show him just how much I love this but that little part of my brain that tries to remove me from such intense situations attempts to steal me away and my hearing dims, sparkles begin to flood my eyes and Evan instantly slows the pace and becomes more tender.

  He’s right about being in tune with my body, he knows just how much I can take, when to reign it in and when to let me have it. When the symptoms fade I dig my nails into his back and he returns to a rougher pace. Sliding one hand closer to my ass he grazes that forbidden area with the tip of his finger and I’m on my way to an erotic twilight zone, only a few more thrusts and I’m surprised to find a tiny bit of my voice again when tell him “Evan! Shit I can’t wait any more!”

  “Fucking let go baby…come with me!” Those words and that last touch have me exploding around him arching my body against him I spasm and scratch my way from his shoulders to the center of his back while he slams into me one last time. We come together, him with a loud grunt and me with a passionate gasp. I cling tightly to his body and bury my face in his damp neck. “I’m never gonna let you go Evan.” “I’m counting on that baby.”

  Chapter 16

  “I Give You Everything”

  Lisa Stansfield

  “So…I’m calling Dr. Carter today.” Its Saturday…my voice is back. It’s rough but I can communicate thank God because both of us being disabled was really not working well, except for the sex, the sex is phenomenal. I’ve given him a few days, at his insistence, but his vision isn’t returning and I’m justifiably concerned. No personality changes as of late and I’m almost used to the suffocating shadows we have all the time, Isaac and Saint are always hovering.

  He’s having a lot of headaches, he won’t come right out and say it but I can tell. Maybe I’m learning his trick? He’s also taken to touching me in the same place repeatedly. Every 30 minutes or so he reaches out to touch my arm. I don’t know if he’s getting a sense of my location or just reassuring himself I’m still here, still real.

  It doesn’t bother me, I love it when he touches me, it’s just a new habit I’m adjusting to. In bed we have always slept in each other’s arms, when we can actually sleep. Lately, we occasionally move apart but his foot is always touching me, always. I’ve decided to broach the subject of treatment again while we dress for the day. “Mia” he says in that warning voice but it’s not working this time. “Evan, I’m not messing around anymore. I’m calling and that’s it. We don’t have to go home, he travels all over I’m sure he will come here.”

  I’m trying to head off any attempts at a subject change, I know that’s his next excuse, I don’t want to go home. Futile as my efforts are I’m talking double time trying to keep ahead of his thoughts. “Why must we go over this again Mia? I’ve seen everyone who matters. I’ve tried a million treatments, this thing’s not going anywhere.” He says tapping his temple. “Can’t we just enjoy the time we have together, now while we’re in Italy?” “No.” plain and simple, I’m not even going to argue, it’s my way or the highwa
y with this.

  It may just be the first time someone successfully tells him no. I refuse to give up on him, and us. “No? Really, that’s all you’ve got? Just no?” “Yes.” Can’t argue with that! He places his hands on the edge of the vanity, arms extended and stiff he steps back and drops his head down in what I pray is defeat. I stand still as a statue still holding my breath waiting for the verdict just inside the bathroom door, half dressed in jeans and a bra. “Fuck Mia, OK.”

  A shriek escapes my lips and I do a little scissor skip toward him while he straightens up anticipating my approach. I was going to keep it cool if he said yes, which I really thought I’d have to try harder for, but I can’t help it! He uses his superman senses and catches me when I throw myself at him, clasping my hands around his neck and my legs around his waist with an “Umph” he stumbles a little and nuzzles his face into my neck and my hair, he breaths deep.

  “Thank you, thank you, and thank you.” I murmur and he moans. “Only for you baby. And only because you are relentless and you own me.” Does he know how much he owns me too? “I take very good care of my belongings Mr. Lawson, I wouldn’t insist if it weren’t for your own good.” And mine. “Mmmhmm. I’ve noticed. Speaking of belongings I have something of yours that I recall I spent a small fortune on and I’d like you to wear again.” I think for a second and realize it must be the bracelet, the one my dad was keeping in his safe until I could return it.

  The one I called Tiffany’s about and they refused to accept it back. The one I secretly love but am terrified to wear for fear of losing it or having someone cut my arm off trying to steal it. Yea, that’s the one. “Ah Evan…I don’t know.” “No arguing, you’re wearing it, and if you want me to let your doctor friend look inside my brain you’ll never take it off again.”

  Well I guess that’s a deal I will have to learn to live with, and if it helps him believe he had some sort of negotiating leverage in the situation, well, even better. “All right.” I release my legs and slide down his muscular body, pressing up against him as I go and feeling him hard through the thick towel wrapped around his waist. My mind goes to that fuzzy mixed up place that feels like I’m high on pain medication and amphetamines and I stick to him like one half of the magnet set that we are. He presses his cock harder into my tummy and I whimper.

  Do all couples fall apart every time they touch like we do? If they do how does the world keep functioning? I could be between this man’s legs twenty four hours a day seven days a week and I’m pretty damn sure he would be ok with that too. “It’s in the closet.” Huh? I pull away dazed to look at his face. “What?” He chuckles looking at me with his unseeing eyes, smirks and winks, good lord I’m a goner. “Your bracelet baby, it’s in the jewelry box in the closet.” “Ohhh.” Is all I can manage, I’m hypnotized, under his spell, in an Evan trance. He turns me by my shoulders and gently nudges me toward the door. “Aww.” I protest disappointed. “I want to take you somewhere today, get dressed honey, we’ll have plenty of time to play.” “Gahh.” I stomp away to the bedroom and into the enormous walk in closet toward the island where the jewelry box sits.

  “You know I love it when you stomp baby!” he calls after me. Why? Why does he think rustling me up and then teasing me is fun? I move my white teddy bear that I’ve named Diamond off of the box and open it expecting just the bracelet but wow, my quarter of a million dollar bracelet isn’t the only thing in there. Shit. I inhale sharply while I take in the contents of what looks like a queens collection of jewelry.

  “You like?” Damn he’s good at sneaking up on me! “I didn’t mean to startle you, I thought you heard me coming behind you.” “No it’s fine I just, just all of this.” I motion to the jewelry. “Who does it belong to?” “Well you of course.” He steps toward me and touches my arm in his new way, “Who else?” “But I’ve never seen any of this other than the bracelet.” “I chose every piece for you. Tiffany’s is quite fond of me lately.” “Ahh, ok? I um, I only promised to wear the bracelet though.” “I’ve made you uncomfortable.” “Oh, Evan I’m just not used to things like this. I know how much the bracelet alone cost and its nerve racking.” “You’ll wear it.” “Yes Evan, I said I would.” I pluck the diamond and sapphire cuff from the box and place it on my wrist. “There, happy?” “Yes, very.”

  He moves to me and I step just out of his reach. “Ok, well, then get dressed and I’ll go call Dr. Carter.” Two can play at this game. Turning, I snag the first shirt off a hanger and leave him eyebrows raised and mouth slightly agape with surprise in the closet. Deciding to be sassy I call over my shoulder “Oh…and close your mouth before a bug flies in there.” I’m feeling smug and cheerful as I head to the kitchen to see what Cecelia has cooking for breakfast.” But before I get too far I hear him say “Oh my Mia, that smart mouth of yours is going to earn you a spanking.”

  Whoa, if I were closer I’d ask if that were a threat or a promise, but something in his voice tells me to be careful. I’d feel a little cruel leaving him there if I hadn’t seen with my own eyes how Evan navigates around this estate so skillfully. Things are about to start looking up, I can feel it. As soon as I can get ahold of Dr. Carter and convince him to see Evan I think I’ll finally be able to take a normal breath.

  Chapter 17

  “Take Me to Church”

  Hozier

  Sightseeing with a blind man, this ought to be interesting. After a super calorie filled breakfast that ended up nauseating me more than anything we have headed out. Mr. Saint is driving us in an identical Maybach to the one at home, or maybe…no couldn’t be the same one…could it? Isaac is following in a black Volvo SUV. I wonder why we need two vehicles but decide not to ask, I might not like the answer. “Where are we going? Where exactly are we?” I ask as Evan slides his hand into mine on the seat between us.

  “We are on the shore of Lake Como in Italy, on our way to Bellagio, it’s a resort town on the lake and the most beautiful place on the planet. I’m sorry I won’t be able to see it with you but I’ve been living here off and on for years so I will be a good tour guide, I promise.” I gaze out the window and realize that if the town is anything near as beautiful as the scenery here he’s got to be right, but then again he always is.

  A light dusting of snow covers the ground and trees. As we approach town the beginning of Christmas decorations start to appear, twinkly lights and nativity scenes of all shapes and sizes are in front of every shop and house. We bump along on the quaint stone streets where the villas rise and fall with the landscape, beautiful old buildings pepper the area, churches, bakeries and little eclectic shops line the road. Everything sparkles with the magic of the upcoming holidays and I feel a little homesick for my family and friends. “You ok? Awfully quiet over there.” “I thought you always knew what I was thinking, your radar off today?” “No. I just thought I’d give you the opportunity to tell me yourself what’s on your mind.” “Ohhh, really?” I laugh. “Yes, really.” “So you do know what I’m thinking, but you’re going to let me tell you anyway?” “Well if you want to be sassy about it I’ll just prove it, you’re homesick.” he says staring straight ahead without as much as a blink.

  “Ok, I know you read my body language and all but how could you possibly know that?” “I’ve taken you away unexpectedly during the holidays, you spend holidays with your family, yes?” “Yes” “See? I’ve also had the pleasure of knowing exactly how Bellagio looks and feels at Christmastime, it’s a fairy tale world that makes any person yearn for family and tradition. Satisfied?” “Yea…” I breathe as we travel deeper into what feels like a town inside a snow globe.

  I almost expect that any second someone will turn us upside-down and shake the snow from the ground to mix up the winter wonder land. “It’s beautiful isn’t it?” he says loosening his grip on my hand to slide it behind me and pull me close. I rest my cheek on his chest and he slips his hand into my coat between the buttons cupping my breast and kisses me on the top of my head. “Yes, breath
taking Evan, I’ve never seen a place more enchanting.” I’m speechless as I watch the town go by.

  “I’m taking you to church.” This, however, has my attention. “Church?” I haven’t been to church in years, and for some reason I can’t imagine Evan attending either. Although, after thinking about it he’s always worn a crucifix, and I’ve seen him pray on his knees at my bedside and also when I found him traumatized in his closet, it’s not such a foreign idea after all. “We won’t attend a service but I want to show you the Basilica di San Giacomo.” “Do you attend church?” Figuring out Evan Lawson is like being a collector of rare books, always on the lookout for one but when it comes along you have a hard time believing it’s real.

  “I did growing up, so many I can’t even remember them all but Aunt Sophia was Catholic and I always considered myself Catholic.” Oh yes, his sick twisted mother was a religion fanatic, I’d almost forgotten. “But you don’t go anymore?” “I go on Easter and Christmas, for my aunt, but I’m not a man who belongs in church Mia, I know God is a forgiving entity but …I’ve burned my bridges with Him I’m afraid.”

  There’s that squeezing of my heart again, I can’t imagine feeling as if your creator couldn’t love you anymore. Even at my lowest I knew I had worth in Gods eyes. “Stop.” I look up at his beautiful olive skinned face and I know he feels my sorrow and that he interprets it as pity. “No.” I whisper effectively putting an end to this conversation just as we pull into the parking lot of the Basilica. Evan’s hand still inside my coat over my breast pinches my nipple quick and sharp.

 

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