Paranormal Erotic Romance Box Set

by Lola Swain

  “You like that, you dirty girl,” Brandt said as he pinched my nipple harder. “Good. I like my girls filthy. No more of this screaming, okay? And remember, we are married—it’s not rape. Now, the only words I want to hear out of you are harder and more.”

  Brandt grabbed my wrist with one hand and held it over my head. He thrust his hips up and down and the shaft of his penis parted the lips of my pussy and grinded against the sensitive, wet skin.

  “I’m going to take my hand off your mouth. You will not scream, do you understand?”

  I nodded my head. Truth was, I wanted what Brandt was going to give me. I wanted to get fucked. I could leave him after that.

  He took his hand off my mouth and grabbed my other arm and held it over my head.

  “You liked when I pinched your tit, didn’t you?” he said.

  Brandt released my arms and leaned up on his elbows. He bent his head and took one of my breasts and popped my hard nipple into his mouth. He sucked on my nipple and flicked his tongue back and forth against the hard nub. He then did the same with the other nipple and I arched my back.

  “Yes,” I moaned and spread my legs wider so he would continue grinding his penis against me.

  “How much?” he said after he lifted his mouth from my nipple.

  “Very much,” I said and squealed as his cock hit a very sweet spot between my legs.

  Brandt came up on his knees between my legs and grabbed his cock and rubbed the head over my pussy. My body shook and it felt like the bed was falling away from me.

  “Oh, you like that too?” he said and moaned as he slid the head of his penis through my wetness.

  “Yes!”

  “You like it when I spank your clit with my cock?” Brandt said and bounced the head of his penis on top of the hood covering my clit.

  “Yes, I love it. Don’t stop doing that.”

  “I’m gonna fuck you so good!” Brandt said while grinding against my clit

  He pushed the hood of my clit back with his fingers and ran his cock back and forth across the throbbing, swollen skin. I spread my legs wider and arched my back.

  “Yes!”

  “I want you on top. I want to look up at that beautiful face while I’m fucking you,” Brandt said and got on his back. “Climb on Daddy, baby.”

  Brandt spread out and held the base of his cock. I got on my knees and straddled him.

  “Now, lean forward just a bit,” he said. “Position yourself over my cock.”

  I did as he instructed and felt the tip of his penis pressing against my opening. I moved down on top of it and felt this amazing stretch inside me. It was both painful and intensely pleasurable.

  He thrust up a bit and entered me and I took a deep breath and relaxed my muscles. He filled me completely and I felt these incredible stabs, almost charged, zing from my lower back up my spine. I moved down more, inch by inch over his hard rod and smiled at him.

  “You are so fucking tight,” Brandt said. “Spread your legs a little wider I want my cock all the way inside.”

  I spread my legs and slid down Brandt’s penis. He impaled me and I cried out as the pain was intense.

  “It’s okay,” Brandt said. “I’m all the way in now. We’ll go slow, okay?”

  “Yes,” I said and relaxed my muscles as much as I could.

  “Come up a bit on your knees, half-way to my cock and lower yourself back down again, baby,” Brandt said.

  I lifted up on my knees and felt Brandt’s penis drag up the walls of my vagina. More spikes of pleasure stabbed at my body, this time in my lower belly, as he hit every nerve inside me. I waited for a moment and slid back down to the base.

  “That’s nice,” I said and smiled.

  “Very nice,” Brandt said. “Now do it again, a little faster this time.”

  I rose up and down Brandt’s cock as he impaled me over and over. The wetter I became, the easier it became and soon I was bouncing up and down on him as if I was riding a horse.

  “Holy shit,” Brandt moaned as he dug his fingers into my hips, “that’s incredible! Your tits look amazing!”

  I continued to bounce up and down on top of Brandt and he reached out and grabbed my breasts. He tugged at my nipples and raked his fingernails down my stomach.

  “Rub me,” I said and moaned.

  “Rub what?” Brandt said.

  I spread my legs wider and leaned back a bit as I bounced on my knees. I grabbed his hand and dragged it down to my clit.

  “There,” I said. “Rub me there.”

  Brandt closed his thumb and forefinger over the hood of my clit and gave it a pinch. He yanked up and down on the skin, sending me into convulsions.

  “It’s like a little cock, Sophia,” Brandt said. “It’s like jacking a cock.”

  I planted my hands on either side of Brandt’s body and leaned back to give him full access to my clit. My muscles spasmed around his penis and I bounced up and down on it wildly. He tugged the hood covering my clit up and down and the faster I bounced, the faster he yanked. I felt as if I had no control over myself and I didn’t want any.

  Sweat dripped from my brow, my breasts bounced up and down, my mouth contorted, I screamed like an animal. There was no more pain only intense pleasure that I never wanted to end. I closed my eyes and saw James doing this thing Brandt did to me, fucking me the way I wanted to be fucked. Fucking me the way I should be fucked. And I loved it.

  And then, there was nothing but the high-pitched ringing in my ears and streams of light, like the trails a sparkler leaves as you wave it around in the night’s sky. I opened my eyes and looked at Brandt. He looked terrified, but why, I didn’t know. I felt nothing as I tried to lift my arm, but it was anchored to my side.

  It was only seconds this lasted, really, but it felt like days. I watched Brandt’s arms reach up and grab me by the waist. His mouth was moving but his voice was muffled over the terribly loud ringing. He pushed me off of him and laid me on my back on the bed. And then, as everything drained from my body, I saw everything as if from somewhere else.

  It was at that moment, I went to the rafters.

  “Today is the sort of day where the sun only comes up to humiliate you.”

  Chuck Palahniuk

  “Oh, fuck!” Brandt said as he knelt beside my lifeless body. “Sophia, Jesus!”

  Brandt slapped my face, perhaps thinking that because my eyes were open, I was still alive.

  “Sophia!” Brandt screamed. “Wake up! Oh, fuck!”

  “Jesus Christ, would you shut up already?”

  And there she was. Nellie Daniels holding the silver candlestick she used to fracture my skull.

  That I felt nothing after she bludgeoned me on the back of my head was a blessing, I suppose. Thankfully, my death was almost instant. She got me real good. The corner of the base of the candlestick split the back of my skull and actually embedded in my brain. As soon as she ripped the metal out of my brain when she yanked her arm back, I was dead.

  “What did you do?” Brandt said. “I think you fucking killed her!”

  Nellie looked down at the ground and swung the candlestick back and forth. She walked toward the bed and peered into my face.

  “Wow,” she said. “I guess I did. Are you mad?”

  Nellie dropped the candlestick on the bed and sat down next to Brandt. He looked at her with tears in his eyes and shook his head back and forth.

  “Mad? I think you just killed my fucking wife, you crazy cunt!”

  “Oh, please stop with the dramatics,” she said.

  “Dramatics? We need to call someone…to get help! She’s fucking bleeding out all over the place!”

  “Call who, Brandt? The cops? And how will we explain this?” Nellie said and pointed to the candlestick. “Gee officer, I came out of the bathroom and she must have fallen on it? Come on, Brandt, think!”

  “I will not go to prison for this, Nellie!” Brandt said and jumped off the bed. “I will not go down because of your irrational
jealousy!”

  It was a wild scene, to be sure. Brandt pacing the room like a madman, still semi-hard, inexplicably, my body freshly dead, laid out on the bed with blood pouring from my skull and Nellie sitting beside me with her greasy fucking hair pulling dead skin from her fucking disgusting fingers.

  “Look, I know this wasn’t part of the plan, darling.”

  “You bet your ass it wasn’t part of the plan! The plan was all about money, not murder! What are you even doing here?”

  “I’m sorry,” Nellie said, “I couldn’t help it. Miss Goody Two Shoes here and her whore friend came to the coffee shop yesterday to rub my nose in the fact you and she were marrying.”

  “But you knew that, Nellie,” Brandt said and sat down on the side of the bed and put his head in his hands.

  “I know, but she was such a self-righteous bitch. She was mean to me.”

  “Well, I guess you showed her,” Brandt said.

  “I sure did,” Nellie said and picked up the candlestick and jabbed me in the ribs.

  “Do not touch her!” Brandt said and slapped Nellie across the face.

  Nellie rubbed her scarlet cheek and smiled at him.

  “I should kill you, Nellie!”

  “Perhaps, I should kill you, Brandt.”

  “Fuck,” Brandt said and shook his head and sobbed, “you ruined the plan.”

  “Baby,” Nellie said as she scrambled to her knees and crawled over to Brandt, “don’t cry, I’ll fix it. Baby?”

  Brandt was hysterical and I looked down while Nellie tried to console him with a disgust and revulsion unlike anything I ever felt before.

  “Why?” Brandt screamed and grabbed Nellie’s wrists and shook her. “Why’d you have to do this?”

  “Baby, I’m sorry. Like I said, she made me so angry. You have to admit that I’ve shown amazing restraint up until now. I mean, going along with this has been torture. And it wasn’t my intention when I came here. But when I snuck in and I saw her fucking you and then saw your face…well, I just blacked out.”

  “But you knew we were getting married! You knew we were coming here! If I didn’t fuck my wife on our goddamned honeymoon, I think suspicions would be raised, don’t you fucking think?”

  “Yes,” Nellie said and hung her head.

  “Yes,” Brandt said and cried.

  “Baby?” Nellie said and bowed her head and rested it against Brandt’s chest. “Baby, who’s your girl?”

  Brandt ignored Nellie and continued blubbering.

  “Baby, I need to hear it. Now especially, please,” Nellie said and lifted his head and stared into his eyes. “Who is your girl?”

  Brandt wiped his eyes with his hands and shook his head. He gave her a weak smile.

  “You’re my girl,” he said.

  “Say it like you always do, please?”

  “Nellie,” Brandt said and shook his head.

  “Please Brandt, I love you and I will always take care of you. When no one else is there, I always am. They all turned their backs on you, Brandt. I will do and have done anything for you.”

  “I know,” Brandt said and brushed a limp strand of hair out of her face.

  “So please,” Nellie said and kissed the tears on his face, “sing it like you always do.”

  Brandt smiled and took a deep breath.

  “Nellie Bellie is my girl, she and I go round the world, been my girl since I was seven, she’s the one I’ll take to heaven.”

  Nellie clapped and giggled as she threw her arms around him. They kissed passionately on the bed next to my body while blood and tissue leaked out onto the down pillow.

  “Let’s fuck!” Nellie said as she removed her polyester blazer.

  I closed my eyes, I could not bear it. But as my eyes were frozen open on my body, so too were they on my spirit.

  “Right here?” Brandt said. “Next to her?”

  “Why not?” Nellie said and removed her blouse. “You like nasty and freaky. What could be nastier and freakier? Look, her eyes are open. It’s like a ménage à trois!”

  “How international,” Brandt said and chuckled.

  Nellie removed her matronly bra and her large breasts flopped out and sagged against the fat rolls on her belly. Her skin was pale and had a pink cast to it. She looked like a sow at market.

  “That’s some pig!” I said.

  Wrath, rage and revenge, as if the very things that caused me to levitate to the rafters, filled me to the brim. Vengeance.

  Just then, someone pounded on the door of the suite.

  “Hotel Manager!” A man said from behind the front door.

  Nellie and Brandt scrambled off the bed and whispered to each other. I screamed.

  “In here! I’m in here! They killed me!” I said.

  I knew no one heard me, but I kept screaming anyway. Over and over while Brandt pulled his robe out of his suitcase, while he pushed Nellie into the closet and while he closed the bedroom door to conceal my body.

  Brandt ran to the front door and looked out the peephole. He wiped his face and took a deep breath and opened the door part-way.

  “Yes?” Brandt said and cleared his throat.

  “Mr. Therrault?”

  “Yes,” Brandt said and tightened the belt on his robe.

  “I’m Mr. Conway, the manager here at the Battleroy,” the older man said and handed Brandt a business card. “May I come in?”

  Brandt looked down and studied the business card and I screamed again. Nellie tiptoed out of the closet and listened at the bedroom door.

  As I stared at her, I wondered if I could drop something on top of her. I was very high up and if the thing was heavy enough, I had a good chance of splitting her skull as she did mine. But there was nothing where I was but cobwebs.

  “Of course,” Brandt said and opened the door fully to accommodate Mr. Conway’s access. “What is this about? My wife and I are napping.”

  Brandt yawned and stretched.

  “They killed me,” I said and banged on the beams. “They fucking killed me.”

  “I am terribly sorry to bother you, Mr. Therrault, but a guest called down to the lobby and said they heard screaming and crying coming from your room.”

  “Yes, I am sorry about that,” Brandt said and chuckled. “My wife and I, we’re newlyweds, you see.”

  “Ah,” Mr. Conway said and looked down at his feet.

  “Just today,” Brandt said and leaned in toward Mr. Conway. “Anyway, my wife is very young and very innocent and—”

  “Oh,” Mr. Conway said and blushed. “Say no more, Mr. Therrault, say no more! I completely understand.”

  “Thank you,” Brandt said and let out a long breath. “I’m terribly embarrassed.”

  “No, no, not at all! I’ll be going now,” Mr. Conway said and walked to the door. “My apologies, Mr. Therrault. Enjoy the rest of your stay.”

  “Please apologize to the other guests. And please,” Brandt said and put his index finger to his lips, “not a word of this to my wife, Mr. Conway. She would be humiliated.”

  “Never, Mr. Therrault!” Mr. Conway said. “Our discretion is one of the many traits we pride ourselves on. We live and die by our loyalty here at the Battleroy Hotel.”

  “Live and die by our loyalty, I like that,” Brandt said and laughed.

  “I’ll tell you what, Mr. Therrault,” Mr. Conway said. “I want to give you something for your troubles. How does a gift voucher sound…a vacation on us, yes? Good one year and one month from today. You could bring your bride back for your anniversary.”

  “Oh,” Brandt said and shook Mr. Conway’s hand, “that is very generous of you, Mr. Conway! Very generous indeed.”

  Mr. Conway leaned in toward Brandt.

  “Well, thank you, Mr. Therrault, for your understanding. It’s my fault really for not scanning your dossier before coming to speak with you. You wouldn’t be the first young knight to slay his princess here at the Battleroy,” he said and nudged Brandt.

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��Yes, well slay, I suppose I did,” Brandt said and clapped Mr. Conway on the back.

  They both had a long chuckle over Mr. Conway’s clever use of metaphor. Nellie seemed to relax once she heard Brandt and Mr. Conway’s guffaws. She walked over to my suitcase and pulled out my clothes and threw them on the floor. Then she walked all over them with her filthy shoes as she stomped on my clothes.

  “Okay, I’m done here, Mr. Therrault,” Mr. Conway said when he and Brandt stopped laughing. “You’ll be with us all week, correct?”

  Brandt looked at Mr. Conway and his eyes shifted back and forth. “Actually, yes and no. You see, I have to leave this evening to go back to Boston, soon really,” Brandt said and looked at his watch. “I’m in college.”

  “Oh?” Mr. Conway said.

  “Law school, actually,” Brandt said. “Harvard.”

  “Oh,” Mr. Conway said, “very nice!”

  “Anyway, I have work that I couldn’t get out of, you know the rigors of law school, or maybe you don’t,” Brandt said and winked at Mr. Conway. “I do have to return to Boston. Sophia, my wife, Sophia will be staying here alone, but I will return Sunday.”

  “Ha!” I said.

  “Of course, Mr. Therrault,” Mr. Conway said. “So, I should give the voucher to your wife?”

  “Actually no, best give it to me, okay? Like I said, I don’t want to cause my wife any potential embarrassment. This type of thing,” Brandt said and turned to look at the bedroom door, “well, this type of thing could leave deep wounds.”

  “Yes, of course,” Mr. Conway said and bowed his head. “How silly of me to suggest that. I’ll have it waiting for you at the front desk.”

  “That sounds perfect. I’ll be leaving in less than an hour,” Brandt said and opened the door for Mr. Conway to leave. “That drive back to Boston can be brutal.”

  “Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Therrault. There will be no further interruptions from this hotel,” Mr. Conway said and walked out the door.

  “All hope, now gone,” I said and rested my head against the beam.