Sinner's Kiss: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

by April Lust

  “Yes, Eli. Please…” I knew he loved it when I begged, and I felt the vibrations of him chuckling against me. I didn’t care—if anything, it made him more determined to drive me crazy. My body took over for me, doing what it needed to do for satisfaction, my hips jerking upward to meet his tongue on my clit. On and on, faster, harder… “Yes!” I screamed it, feeling triumphant as wave after wave of bliss washed over me. I shook, crying out still, then smiled as the feeling mellowed.

  He didn’t wait. He couldn’t. I saw him straining, felt his readiness as he pushed into me. I hadn’t finished coming yet, and that first thrust sent me back to the top and beyond. I dug my fingers into his shoulders hard enough to make him cry out as I came again, my body tensing. All the while he thrusted, driving himself deeper and deeper, faster, unable to control himself. I urged him on, begged him to fuck me, not caring anymore about being sweet or sensual or loving. I wanted him to take me until he screamed the way he’d made me scream. We could start again later.

  He cried out, throwing his head back before his body went as rigid as the part inside me. His hips pumped once, twice more before he groaned and exploded. I moaned contentedly, stroking his back as he shuddered.

  Then he collapsed, his arms giving way. I wasn’t finished with him, not by a long shot. I kissed his shoulders, his neck, his arms. He turned his face to me, and I licked his lips before sucking them gently, teasing him.

  “Have a heart. Gimme a minute.” But he smiled when he said it. I allowed him to roll off me. “I’m not a kid anymore,” he explained.

  “Oh, please. You couldn’t go again that soon even when you were a kid.” I giggled, running my nails over his chest, his neck. He was mine again, wholly and completely. I felt like a kid on Christmas, with a favorite new toy. We had a lot more playing to do.

  I gave him time to catch his breath, staring at him as he did. His beautiful body, stretched out naked on the bed. How had I gone so long without it? How had I managed to convince myself that I didn’t need him, or any man? I needed that burning passion. It was life itself? I was only waiting for him, I realized. No other man would have come close, so no other man entered my life or my body. Only him. Always him.

  I kissed him gently, with no other reason than to show him how much I loved him. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me a little closer.

  “We probably should have discussed this before we just did that,” he said, smirking, “but do you wanna be careful? I mean, it’s pretty soon. We just got us back.”

  I knew what he meant, and it didn’t take long for me to come up with a reply. It wasn’t as if I’d never thought about it before that moment. “If you want a baby, I want a baby,” I said. “If you think it’s too soon, we’ll wait. But I do want more, and I know you do too.”

  “So you don’t want to wait? You want to try right away?”

  I chuckled. “Okay, sure. That’s what I want. Yes.” I had been afraid to put it that way, since I didn’t want to scare him off the idea. I knew he wanted more children, and we were both young, so I didn’t see the point in rushing things if he thought twice about it. But if he was willing…

  I sat up, rolling on top of him. “I think we should keep trying, don’t you?”

  Eli groaned, though not unhappily. “You’re trying to kill me. That’s it. You went through all the trouble to marry me again, just to kill me tonight.”

  “But what a way to go, right?” We both smiled before kissing again.

  THE END

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  SINNER’S TOUCH: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

  By April Lust

  Chapter One

  Jenna

  For the first time in months, Jenna liked what she saw when she looked in the mirror. Her big green eyes stood out from her pale skin, aided by the dark eyeliner she’d traced them with earlier, and her lips looked fuller than ever due to the dark red lipstick she’d bought earlier today and put on just a minute ago. She looked like she was actually alive, rather than sleepwalking like she’d been doing for so many months. Who’d have guessed that a simple blind date would have made her feel so good about herself? The guy hadn’t even shown up yet, and she still felt a little thrill of excitement run up her spine. When she ran into her old high school buddy, Danielle, at the grocery store earlier in the week, she’d cursed herself for agreeing to this whole deal. Danielle apparently knew the nicest guy in town, Steve something-or-other. He was a botanist, which meant that no matter what his personality was, he’d be a lot calmer and easier to deal with than the last man in her life, Gavin.

  Her doorbell rang. Jenna exhaled heavily and smiled at herself in the mirror. I can do this. I got this. I haven’t lost anything. I can still date and have fun and be a regular person, she said to herself, straightening her tight black dress before walking over to the door to greet her date. “Hey, nice to meet you, I’m Jenna!” she said as she opened the door, revealing an average-looking middle-aged guy in ill-fitting clothes. She hid her disappointment as best she could, even though she had to admit to herself she was picturing somebody a little more dashing when she fantasized earlier in the day about the date.

  “Wow, you look great,” Steve said, clearing his throat loudly as he looked up and down her body, clearly ogling her ample curves.

  “Uh, thank you,” Jenna said, feeling a bit awkward. “Shall we get going? I figured we’d go to the Thai place you suggested in your texts earlier.”

  “Right, come on,” Steve said, holding out his hand for Jenna to take. She stared down at it for a long moment before she realized that things would get weird and uncomfortable very fast if she didn’t accept it. Fuck, I can do this. I got this, she coached herself internally before grabbing Steve’s hand, faking another smile for his benefit as he led her to his car.

  His hand felt sweaty and kind of small against hers, but she forced herself not to think about it. This is what people did on dates, right? Normal people, people without weird traumatic relationship histories. They held hands and made awkward small talk and ate dinner and maybe had sex if the mood was right. Maybe she’d even get laid tonight, even if she wasn’t interested in Steve as a romantic option. She hadn’t had sex in several weeks – since before the break-up with Gavin – and her body was a little hungry for it, thirsting for another person’s rough touch. That’s what I’ll do, she decided as they rolled to a stop in front of the restaurant Steve had picked out. I’ll just fuck him for fun, that way there’s no pressure to make me actually like him. It’d been so long since she’d had sex with somebody who wasn’t Gavin— about ten years, in fact, back when she was 16 or 17 years old. She needed to do it tonight, if only to prove to herself that she was capable of it. Gavin doesn’t own me, she thought as she stepped out of the car, smiling as seductively as she could at Steve. I can do what I want, with whomever I want.

  But before they could walk into the restaurant, two men in dark clothing stepped in front of them, smirking meanly at Steve. “What’s the matter, fellas?” Steve asked, clutching a little tighter onto Jenna’s hand.

  It took Jenna a few moments to recognize them, but then it hit her. They were Thunderhawks, members of Gavin’s MC. Before she could even open her mouth to tell them to fuck off and leave her alone, one of them reached forward and yanked Steve out of her grasp, immediately pounding him into the ground.

  “Stop! Stop it!” Jenna yelled, jumping on the back of the first Thunderhawk, punching his sides until he threw her off, sending her sliding against the rough gravel of the parking lot. Shit, she thought as she saw blood pool up on her knees.

  The other Thunderhawk offered her his hand to help her up, but
she just glared at him and got to her feet herself. “Just stay out of this, sweetheart,” the Thunderhawk said, gesturing over to where his comrade was punching Steve repeatedly in the face. “You’ll only make this worse.”

  “Gavin sent you here, is that it?” Jenna said, brushing the dirt and grime off her now-bloody knees.

  The Thunderhawk didn’t reply verbally, but his sheepish smile told her all that she needed to know. Fucking Gavin. Of course that motherfucker had heard that she was on a date, and there was no way he could just let that pass without ruining it for her. She crossed her arms and watched as the Thunderhawks kicked and punched at Steve, turning him into a bloody pulp right before her very eyes. But she knew not to get involved yet. These guys weren’t above hitting a woman, even if she was “Gavin’s girl,” his own personal property according to everyone in this godforsaken town.

  “All right, all right, that’s enough!” she finally yelled when Steve went still and stopped resisting. “I think he gets the message, okay? Date ruined, guys. Mission accomplished. Get the fuck out of here,” she said to the Thunderhawks.

  The one who attacked Steve first and fucked up Jenna’s knees reached down and grabbed Steve by the collar, shaking him awake so he could properly threaten him. “You get out of town. Tonight. It’s your punishment for touching shit that doesn’t belong to you. Don’t let Gavin ever hear about you again, or you’ll learn that this is just an appetizer. Don’t make us feed you the main course.”

  Jenna rolled her eyes at the flimsy metaphor before walking over and helping Steve stumble to his feet. “Come on, give me your car keys. I’ll get you to the hospital,” she said, wincing under Steve’s weight until she successfully deposited him in the passenger’s seat of his car.

  On the ride to the emergency room, Steve didn’t talk to her at all. Maybe it was just because he was too injured to move and not because he thought she was responsible for this whole mess; but either way she couldn’t blame him.

  She was poison. She had been ever since Gavin first put his dirty hands on her, and she’d never be free. Not really. He’d always be waiting in the shadows, ready to infect anything and everything in her life. There was no escape.

  No, fuck that, Jenna thought as she dropped Steve off at the emergency room curb and parked his car in the hospital garage. I’m tough. I’m tougher than he thinks. He doesn’t get to control me. He doesn’t get to boss me around. I could leave tomorrow and go someplace else, some town or city or state or country where Gavin has no power at all. The only issue was the money. She didn’t have the cash to blow out of town without help, and the only person in town who could help her was Gavin himself, and clearly that wasn’t going to happen. Her job at Sully’s, the bar attached to the Thunderhawks’ compound, just didn’t pay enough to let her pay her rent and buy food and plan for a future. Not to mention the fact that working at Sully’s gave Gavin constant access to her. He knew her schedule. He knew what she was wearing, what her mood was, who she was talking to. There was no way to get out from under his thumb without leaving her job behind.

  Jenna dug her phone out of her purse, originally intending to call a cab or otherwise phone her friend Michelle to get a ride back to her apartment, but then another idea struck her. Tonight was the last straw. Gavin would just continue to push and push and push into her life until they were back together. Not again, she swore to herself. I’m not going back to him again. I’m finished with him. I have to be. She had to tell him that she was done, for real this time.

  She pushed the button to call Gavin, tapping her feet anxiously against the sidewalk’s pavement as she headed toward the nearest bus stop. He picked up after two rings. “Dollface,” he said, using his old nickname for her. “What’s the news?”

  “Cut the crap, Gavin,” she spat into the phone. “I know you sent your stupid little goons after me and my date tonight. It’s pathetic, you know that?”

  She heard Gavin click his teeth impatiently on the other end of the line, but he didn’t say anything right away, so she launched back into her tirade. “We’re not together anymore. You don’t have a right to interfere into who I see or don’t see. I don’t understand why it’s so hard for you to just back off and leave me the fuck alone.”

  “Aww, come on, you don’t really want that,” Gavin said, making his voice syrupy sweet. It disgusted Jenna. For a second she wished that they were in the same room so he could see the revulsion on her face, but on second thought it was better that she was far away from him, in case he got angry. He could be so controlling and intimidating, getting up in her face just to scare her. Her stomach broiled over in anger just thinking about it. “You know you’re my girl, Jen. You always have been. You always will be.”

  “Not anymore,” Jenna shot back without hesitation. “I’m done with it. All the fighting, all the cheating, all the bullshit you put me through—I’m finished. I can’t do it anymore. I won’t.”

  “That’s what you say right now,” Gavin said. “But you’ll be back. You always come back to me, baby. We’re meant to be.”

  “Stop it! Stop with the bullshit, Gavin. We’re toxic, and you know it. We’ll never be happy together. I wish you would just let me go. Just let me go. I bet we’ll both be a lot happier that way,” Jenna retorted.

  “You don’t know what you’re saying, Jen,” Gavin said. His tone got harder, even though he was still trying to placate her. “You sound stressed out. Maybe I can help you relax.”

  “Ugh, you’re disgusting,” Jenna said, barely suppressing the urge to hang up on him right then and there.

  “What? You know, I heard you were going out tonight. You must be pretty horny, huh? If you’re that desperate for a fuck, you can always come by and see me. You know I’m always up for a round in the sack with you.”

  “Go to hell!” Jenna yelled, no longer trying to be polite or reasonable with him. There was no sense in trying to argue her way around Gavin’s bullshit. She was stupid for even attempting to make him understand her. You’d think after so many years dealing with him I wouldn’t be so dumb as to actually have hope, she thought to herself, feeling her heart sink down into her chest as if it were weighted down with heavy rocks.

  “You’re in a bad mood right now, I can tell,” Gavin said in a patronizing tone of voice. God, he was so fucking condescending. It drove her out of her mind. “Why don’t you call me again when you’ve calmed down, maybe when your period is over?”

  “Oh, fuck you!” Jenna shouted into the phone before hanging up, shoving it back into her purse and ignoring the shrill ringing that the phone emitted a few seconds later. It was just Gavin trying to call her back to get the last word. Well, he didn’t deserve it.

  As she walked toward the bus station, Jenna felt trapped, like she was stuck in a dark cave with a huge boulder in front of the entrance. It was like she could see one sliver of light from the outside, but the boulder was so big and heavy that she couldn’t lift it on her own, so the light only taunted her, reminding her of the freedom that she’d never reach.

  But there, at the bus stop, a sign caught her eye—pretty blue and green colors standing out against the oranges and reds that otherwise covered every surface in this town as a result of the Thunderhawks’ dominance. Everywhere was their territory, everywhere had to bear their colors. For some reason the splash of different colors here made Jenna’s heart seize up in her chest, a persistent tug of hope lifting it up from the abyss into which it had fallen as a result of the conversation with Gavin. She stepped closer to read the writing on the sign.

  THE GREYHOUND—OPENING NEXT MONTH. STAFF WANTED. CALL 283-473-9107 TO INTERVIEW.

  It was a bar! Another bar opening up, and it was outside of the Thunderhawks’ territory, if the address written at the bottom of the poster was anything to go by. This is perfect! Jenna inwardly thought, barely repressing the urge to jump for joy. Instead, she typed the number into her phone, promising herself that she’d at the very least make inquiries later. If she was
going to leave Sully’s, she had to have a backup plan, and here one was, falling right into her path. It was like God had sent her to this precise place, just to give her a way out of the situation that she’d been trapped in for years.

  Jenna was so absorbed in the poster, staring at it for several long moments, before she realized that she wasn’t alone. Her first reaction was fear; goosebumps prickled along the back of her neck. Was it Gavin, or another one of Gavin’s cronies, sent here to give her another message, to remind her that she wasn’t her own person? Jenna swallowed heavily to steady herself before slowly turning around. There was a man standing behind her, reading the same sign as she was, but he wasn’t a Thunderhawk, at least not that Jenna could tell. She didn’t think she had ever seen him in town before. He was handsome. Tall, with dark eyes that pierced into her like knives.

  For a second, she was tempted to say something, to ask if he was looking for a job, too. But eventually she just ducked her head and walked past him, deciding to walk the rest of the way home. There was no point in trying to talk to cute men. There was no point in acting like a normal woman, like somebody who had choices of her own to make. Not when Gavin still held his hammer over her whole life, ready to slam it down on her head any second that she tried to resist.