Steal You: A Standalone Dark Romance

by KD Robichaux

“Slow and easy, bird!” he barks, turning back into the dominant. I back up slowly and hum my apology. “I didn't mean to yell. I just want you to go slow.” He pets me again, and if my mouth weren’t rammed full with cock, I would have bowed my head and blushed under his sweet praise. “Flatten your tongue, massage it against the bottom of my shaft while you suck, but give me your eyes, Lizith.”

  I peer up and adjust my mouth to his liking. When I get a steady pace going and he has given in to his pleasure, he starts thrusting forward with tiny, calculated movements, fucking my mouth like I have only ever read about in the naughty books I own. I am living the fantasy of all those paperbacks that were once gripped in my hands, except Xander is real and better than any fantasy.

  “So pretty, so strong and brave taking me for the first time.” He keeps going, his head slanted and looking down on me as if admiring a work of art. “I need to fuck you,” Xander growls, changing position without warning.

  He drops from my mouth and suddenly moves me up the bed by my ass. His hands grip my plush, toned skin, and his face is within inches of mine when he settles me beneath him as he towers over me. I grab hold of his face and watch his eyes as they consume me.

  Reaching between us, he finds my core, checking me, it seems, as he moves his fingers in circles around my clit then my opening. I cry out, the feeling incredible and the sensations heightening.

  “You respond so fucking perfectly to me. Wet, warm, and ready. Do you like it when I play with your little clit?” he asks, and I nod, moaning louder when he pinches. “Fuck yes, you do. Taste yourself, baby.” He brings his fingers up from my pussy and I open my mouth to take in the taste. I never thought this was something sexy or appealing, but the look on Xander’s face when he feels my tongue touch his fingertip proves I was wrong.

  “You’re ripe and fertile. I can taste it, sweet bird. Are you on the pill?” He licks the rest of me from his fingers, even as they’re still in my mouth. Our tongues touch around them, and I nearly orgasm from the eroticism.

  “No, I’m not.”

  “Fuck.”

  I panic, thinking he is going to push me away and end this before we can really begin. “No, please, it’s okay. I’m not afraid. I can give you a life—I want to give you me. Everything.”

  “Oh, sweet baby, you're too young right now to have a family, and I’m too selfish to share you with a child just yet. Maybe one day.” My stomach coils, the feeling of rejection closing in on me. “Don’t look so sad. I have protection.” Standing, he goes to his nightstand, and I smirk inwardly knowing I get to have him. I admire his backside, which is strong and defined.

  He slides on the condom and drops to his knees. I prop up on my elbows to look at him, wondering where he is going.

  “Easy, eager one. You need to learn patience. I’m just stealing a kiss from your lips.”

  And with that, he closes his mouth around my pussy and my hips leave the bed, the room filling with my loud scream. “Xander!” I grip the sheets, praying they will have mercy on me, unlike Xander, and they will release my pleasure. It’s so much. Too much.

  “Come here. Please!”

  Moving back between my legs, he balances his weight on his knees and pulls me up to him, to straddle his waist. I do as he asks and I band my arms around his shoulders to brace myself for whatever he plans to do.

  Dropping my forehead to his, I whisper his name one last time. “Xander.” And with slow measure, he takes my hips and slides me onto his cock. I feel it then, when he reaches my barrier, breaching me and breaking through. I cry, losing myself in the pain, aware I was nowhere near ready for this agony.

  “Breathe me in and breathe me out.” Our foreheads stay connected, as do our eyes, while he leads me, breathing in and out with him as he goes deeper, inch by inch.

  “And just like that, I’m in your blood, your soul.” He places his hand above my heart and slides all the way home, ending the pain so I can find pleasure.

  Lying me back down, he thrusts into me hard this time, the pain still slightly present. It’s masked when he takes my nipple between his teeth and pulls, releasing it and giving me two fast thrusts.

  “Oh, Xander. Never stop.”

  “I won’t. Until dawn, remember?” Leaning back, he pushes into me, stationing his hand spread out over my waist and my stomach. I can see how small I look next to his large frame. He slides in and out of me, and I wish it was his cock pumping against me, skin on skin.

  “Take off the condom. Please.”

  He fucks me harder, ignoring me with purpose, because I see him fighting the urge. It’s insane, the thought of us having a child, but as far as I’m concerned, that is just semantics when it comes to our desire and my love for him. I would do anything to have him soul to soul, skin on skin.

  “Xander, please, I want you to come inside me. Don't ruin my first time.” I bite my lip as he grabs my breast hard.

  “You don't know what you are taunting me with. I want a family, Lizith, and you're dangling that dream in front of me like steak in front of a fucking dog.”

  “Good. Take a bite, my keeper,” I moan against his mouth, sitting up trying to ride him despite my inexperience. I clench down when his cock hits my cervix, and that feeling is his cue.

  “Goddammit.” Just like that, he lifts me off him, flipping me on my knees, and I hear him remove the condom. Looking over my shoulder, I watch as he lines himself up and slowly enters me.

  “Oh!” We both gasp in unison, euphoria hitting us instantly. I’ve never been this close to anyone before. I have never known who I am as a woman more than I do now, skin against skin with the man who I feel is part of my soul. I was made for Xander, and Xander was made for me.

  “Xander, I feel it coming. Please come with me,” I beg, his thrusts increasing in speed. His abs hit my back and I reach back to grip his hair, tilting my head so our lips can touch. With a dance of our tongues and one of his hands grasping my breast for leverage as his other reaches around to thrum my clit, we hit our peaks together.

  “You’re my broken bird, my life, Lizith. Promise that I have you forever.”

  “Yes! I am yours, Xander. My keeper.”

  Dawn came that morning and even then we never stopped. He kept making love to me bare. I didn't become pregnant that night, but maybe now I will. I am keeping my promise and giving Xander the life he always wanted.

  After a few more minutes, I leave the bed and clean up, ready to meet my keeper again and share our news. What a sweet homecoming it will be.

  Chapter 5

  Xander

  Since Jacqueline and I fought, I have avoided her like the black plague. Secretly, I’ve been praying all week, waiting for our results, hoping my shit isn't working or that my seed is poisoned. Because having children and passing on my legacy has lost its appeal. And if I’m the broken one, maybe Jacqueline will leave me.

  I fucking pray she will.

  I loathe her now, years of disdain turning me black inside and creating a deeper core filled with putrid hate. I am ashamed of the man I let her control. I am a man of dominance, and she belittled me, stripped me bare, and dragged me by the fucking balls. And last night, in my tossing and turning state, I remembered the one woman who latched on and dragged me by my throat.

  Lizith. Her long fucking hair, dark and cascading down her shoulders. Fuck, I bet she's grown up so much. Matured, but still seemingly innocent in the wideness of her eyes and the swell of her doll-like lips. Her skin still creamy, always looking untouched, except under her panties and bra, where I would bite to bruise her with my mark. Our little secret.

  I step on the throttle when I hit the highway, her image fueling the alpha beast inside. I miss my mate that I made the mistake of letting go. I bet she is married now with that white picket fence. A man with cufflinks and a cheap tie, working a nine-to-five before coming home to dissatisfy her. He can’t touch Lizith like I can, and I hope—fucking beg God—that at night when she closes those pretty greens, she see
s my eyes piercing into her, my hands breaking her in underneath me. Because even if she settled down in a life of lies, hiding the damaged little bird she is, I know I still haunt her nightmares. Because she still haunts my dreams.

  I will always own Lizith, even in the air and space between us, in her mind and in her fucking beating heart.

  I arrive at the fertility clinic and park my sleek black Model S Tesla next to the white Mercedes Jacqueline drives. I take a deep breath and look at my distant eyes in the rearview mirror. My peppered hair is styled to perfection without a strand out of place. The slight wrinkles around my eyes show years and years of torture. I may be getting older, but my body doesn't show it. I’ve stayed fit and as youthful-looking as I could.

  “Here we go, Xander,” I rumble low in my chest, taking one last look before climbing out of the car. I went with a casual look today, dark denim against my brown distressed boots and lightweight gray top. They complement my rugged features well. The sun beams down, and in a brief moment, I close my eyes and see Lizith grasping my shirt. She always did that when I came to her after being away for so long. Opening my eyes, I take notice that my hand is gripping my shirt in reaction.

  Shaking my head and getting myself in the game, I compose myself and walk into the building. I’m greeted by the overly flirtatious blonde at the front desk, “Good morning, Mr. Stine.”

  “Morning. Has Jacqueline checked in yet?” I ask, signing in and checking over the list.

  “Um, yes. She did. But she went back to talk to Dr. Curtis. Said she had some questions for him.”

  She seems off, a little uneasy with her answer, and I quirk my brow. “Hmm. Sounds important. I guess I will just wait for her to come out.”

  “Perfect, you will be seeing his PA today. I’ll let her know you’re here, and I’ll let Jacqueline know as well.”

  With a subtle nod, I decide I will let it go for now, and watch her disappear. Taking a seat, I pull out my phone and check the online boards to see if any of my students have submitted their thesis paper. A few minutes later, I hear that nails on a chalkboard sound. Jacqueline’s heels click harshly against the tile floor and her fake laugh echoes as she ends a phone call. I refrain from subjecting myself to the adolescent behavior of rolling my eyes at her.

  Standing when she gets close, as the receptionist waits beside the front desk with a manila folder in her hand, I greet my wife with forced effort. “Hello, is everything all right? You had to see the doctor?”

  Instantly, she rolls her eyes and pulls out her lipstick, the same damn color she’s worn every day for the past twenty years. Fiery, devil red. “Xander, don’t act like you care. I just had some fertility questions. Don’t pretend like you’re the perfect, concerned husband when we both know it’s a waste of time.” I tighten my lips and my jaw flexes as my hands grow white under the extreme pressure of me squeezing them into fists.

  Lizith would never disrespect me like that. She would thank me and fall to my fucking feet for making sure she was okay. Though Jacqueline is right—I don’t give a shit. But she said it loud enough for the others in the room to hear. And I, Xander Stine, do not like to be disrespected in front of anyone.

  “You’re right. I don’t. Don’t forget to add some cover up. Your fucking age is showing, baby,” I sneer, dragging out the last word with disdain. She scoffs, and I walk past her, meeting the receptionist with an unaffected smirk, as if everything is normal and the exchange she witnessed was nothing but pleasant. “After you, dear.”

  She gulps then sets into a scurrying pace. Jacqueline catches up as I take a seat in what I assume is the physician’s assistant’s office. I haven’t met him yet, having only come in to give my sample, but from what I can see, he is pristine—like me. Everything is hung evenly, the desk is clean, and everything is in its rightful place. Nothing is out of the ordinary or scattered like many offices are. It’s as if I was the one who resided here.

  The colors are black and white with gold accents—my personal preference—and I look at every detail. The bookshelf just behind the PA’s chair catches my eye, and I see multiple books, more than half I’ve read and own, some of my favorites. What in the actual fuck? It’s as if I stepped into my own office.

  Jacqueline sits next to me, and as I go to comment about it and ask her who the PA is, I hear a voice that steals my breath and snaps all my male arousal into overdrive. The dreams she haunted are now given a reality.

  “Mr. and Mrs. Stine, I’m glad you could make it in today.”

  I don’t turn around. Instead, my eyes stay focused in front of me as each step she takes closes in on me and I wait for her to assault my vision. Is this a dream? A fucking flashback? I answer that when she finally rounds the desk and Jacqueline says hello.

  “Xander?” Jacqueline’s voice pulls me from myself, and when I focus my eyes on the goddess in the chair on the other side of the desk, my cock goes hard and my heart seizes in my chest. Green eyes and long, straight brown hair and still the flawless face of my goddamn visions—in both my beautiful heaven and darkened hell. My fucking lifeline.

  “Xander! What the hell is wrong with you?” Jacqueline snaps at me, and I sit up, finding myself suddenly.

  “Sorry, I forgot I had to do something for work. Hello, I’m Xander.” I look her over, taking a moment to peruse her beautiful body behind the clear glass of her smudge-less desk. Good little bird, keeping everything clean like her keeper likes it.

  She is wearing a short purple dress under her white coat, and her lean legs are crossed at her ankle like I trained her to do. Her tits are still as luscious and mouthwatering as they always were, but it’s those fucking eyes that steal my breath. She challenges me with a smirk on her pouty lips and a knowing glint in her green orbs.

  “I know who you are.” She pauses, and I look to Jacqueline, panicked at the way she said that. “I mean your wife has told me about you, and you are both here to start a family.” Jacqueline doesn't catch on and makes work of looking at her phone, and my eyes find Lizith’s when she rolls “family” off her tongue in a jealous tone. I’m the only one who notices, because I know her invidious tone of voice.

  I shake my head as my eyes zero in on her, and hers drop submissively. I watch her body slowly coil in and she places both her palms on the desk, facing them up. She waits a few seconds before looking up to me from under her thick lashes, her head still drawn down. My fists in my lap turn white as my jaw tics. I shake my head again and watch her eyes well with tears. I give her a stern look without saying anything, and she knows what to do. She takes a deep breath and keeps her tears at bay as she falls back into a normal posture.

  Jacqueline finally looks up when she picks up on the silence. “Sorry, it was work. All right, what are we looking at here? Was he…” She tilts her head to me, the mention of me distasteful in her mouth. But it doesn’t distract me from my little bird. Fuck, I missed her. “Broken?”

  Lizith’s eyes pinch as she looks at Jacqueline. I clear my throat, and she jumps a little, her glare turning into a soft smile, faking it like she knows she better or her little ass will be what’s broken. “No, Xander, you are not the problem. You had one hundred and twenty million for your sperm count per your ejaculation. Placing you far above average.” Jacqueline misses the way Lizith’s lip lifts and her legs tighten under the table, her thighs clenching together.

  Fuck. I smell her. The second she relaxes, I smell her feminine scent, my poison.

  “Well, maybe we should do it a second time, because if it isn't me, then it must be him,” Jacqueline insists next to me in annoyance. But she is a fly in this room because I just metaphorically whipped out my cock and showed the woman of my dreams what a real man I am.

  That’s right, little bird. The second she leaves this room, that fertile body and warm pussy is going to get all that seed, and you will take it like a good little pet.

  “We can do that. I can schedule it, but I think we should also run another test on you as well, Jacquel
ine.” Lifting her hand, she tucks her hair perfectly behind her ear, and seeing the first set of pearls I ever gave her adorn her lobes, I swallow thickly. Lizith is playing with me, and I’m about to fucking burn her. She should have known what she was doing would earn her the worst punishment.

  And as she tries to convince Jacqueline to retest, I realize this is no coincidence. This isn't happenstance. This was done on purpose. She knew this from day one. But for how long? How long did my little bird plan this, and how the fuck did she pull this off? I left her behind and didn't give her a chance to find or follow me, but she fucking did.

  What a psychotic, dangerous, insanely fucking gorgeous, bad little bird she is. But fuck me, what a good girl my baby is. I should run, and most men would, but this just makes me want to reward her with punishment. How dare she be this close and know this was her plan all along without telling me and fucking waiting years to make herself known again? How dare she stay away, yet be so close without coming to me?

  What the fuck are you up to, my broken little psycho?

  Lizith

  “Fine. But I will only let Dr. Curtis do it. He is very thorough and I trust him to make sure it is done safely,” Jacqueline speaks at me, not to me, or so she thinks. Little does she know that while Xander thinks she is talking about trust, she is really talking about climbing higher on her throne of lies and deceit.

  “That’s fine, Mrs. Stine, if that is what you would like. I will have you make an appointment with him at his earliest convenience. Other than that, I have nothing else to add unless you two have any questions for me.” I look at Xander when I say this, and my eyes nearly water when I see the shadow of hurt under his scowl of disappointment. He’s mad at me, and I know it from the way his lip curls when he speaks. That and the way his knuckles grip the chair and his taut shoulders go stiff in that perfect gray tee that is lucky to be against his flesh.