Crave (Forbidden Series Book #1)

by Dani René

  “But—”

  “Angel, don’t make me ask you twice. I don’t like repeating myself. Do you understand?” Another quick nod and she unzips my slacks. With tentative fingers she pulls them down along with the tight boxer briefs. Her eyes widen at the thick, angry erection jutting in her direction. That’s right, sweetheart, it’s all yours.

  Her hand is warm as she wraps it around my shaft and strokes me up and down. When her thumb teases the tip, I bite down on my lip to stifle a groan.

  As if her touch is a drug, my vision is locked on this beauty and only her. Thoughts of my other pets, or any woman for that matter, vanish. Angel is the only one I see. The only one I crave.

  Quickly gripping her wrist, I meet her questioning gaze. “Tell me.”

  A shudder rolls over her body and she nods.

  “The day I was taken was my sixteenth birthday. I asked my mom to drop me off at the mall so I could go shopping. I wasn’t there for very long when I was pulled into what I thought was a storage closet. Only, it was a room which led out to the back of the mall.” She teases the crown of my dick as she tells me the story. Her hands move almost expertly for such a young girl. She’s my youngest yet. Eighteen. “He pushed me against the brick wall and told me not to make a noise. His hands groped my breasts and he pressed his…” Her words taper off, and I see the glistening on her lashes. She takes a deep breath and continues, “His dick against me. He told me I was a slut for making him hard.”

  I listen intently. Even though I feel like severing his head from his shoulders, she’s turning me on. Just the way she carries herself. Her voice, those beautiful green eyes. And her golden waves that frame an angelic face.

  “He tied me up in a bedroom of opulence and trained me with—”

  “Stop. Massage my balls, Angel.” She watches me while her other hand holds the heavy sac in her tiny grasp. “Look at me,” I command. Dragging her gaze to mine, she smiles when I tip her head with my index finger. “You’re pretty. I’d like to own you.” She opens her mouth, then shuts it again.

  “I don’t think…” Her words taper off, and I grasp her hand that’s tight around my cock. Stroking myself with her hand, I smile kindly. However, all the thoughts running through my head are far from kind. I want to fuck her and make her bleed. I want to see that sweet innocence on my dick and I want to do it right now.

  “No, you shouldn’t think. You should nod, smile, and let me take you. Because I’m one of the nice men in here. Granted, I will hurt you, I’ll make you bleed, but I’ll also make you soar. Do you want to fly, Angel?”

  I can’t believe the shit I’m spewing. I’m not the nice guy. My brother is. Kael is the sweet, loving Dom. I’m the sick, sadistic bastard. And as much as I want this girl to be mine, I know I’m only training her for someone else. Better she learns the amount of pain comes with working for my father.

  An image of Paige’s blood dripping from her lip when I bit it flashes through my mind, and my body flames with hunger. “Stand.” The pretty blonde obeys and rises. I grip her hips and spin her so her back is facing me. Pressing a hand at the base of her spine, I force her down so she’s bent at the waist. Fuck, I’d love her in a spreader bar right now, but I’m too turned on.

  The sunset streams through the window, shimmering on her golden hair, making her look even more angelic, but filthy as her ass taunts me. “Open your legs,” I grunt, and as she does, I grip her pure white panties and rip them from her slim hips.

  She doesn’t stifle her gasp, which makes me smile. I palm her pert ass cheeks and spread them taking in the smoothness of her cunt and her puckered entrance. “You’re bare.” It’s more of a statement, but comes out as a question.

  “Yes, he wanted me like that.” I know why the sick bastard wanted her to look like a little girl. This only serves to inflame my anger, and I’m about to break her virginity in an angry, hateful fuck. Best to be brutal from the get go.

  “You’re going to have to hold on to something, Angel, because this isn’t going to be gentle.” Another soft gasp falls from her lips as I guide her closer to the window. There are raven-colored metal vines welded to the panes, which she grips. “Good girl.” I rain down harsh slaps on her ass cheeks, again and again, each fleshy globe turning blood red.

  My cock is so hard, throbbing with an ache to drive deep.

  To mold her body for me.

  She’ll only want me, need me, crave me.

  Mine.

  The idea pops into my head suddenly, and I swallow it down like a bitter pill.

  I’ve never owned one girl before. Never allowed myself to have anything more than the toys I train, but there’s something about this one that’s bringing out something primal in me.

  What I’m about to do is forbidden.

  I was only supposed to let her suck me off, but this can be our secret. I tease my fingers over her lips and stroke her slowly. Teasing the arousal from her virgin cunt. Fuck, that’s so good. I plunge one finger in to find my expert touch is no match for her, she’s soaked. With my wet digits, I rub the juices from her over the tip of my cock before plunging into her in one brutal thrust.

  The scream that comes from her is agonizing and it makes me harder than I’ve been in a long time. I don’t relent, pulling out and driving back in. Her heat is beautifully erotic. Her grip on the metal turns her knuckles white. The sounds that fall from her lips are like fuel to me. I slow down then, attempting to savor her, even though it’s taking all my restraint. Her body is exceptionally tight and I know I’ve broken her. I’ve taken what I wasn’t meant to.

  But something about this girl has gripped me. I pull out, sliding back in gently. Reaching around, I circle her clit with my thumb. For some reason, I want this to be good, even though I know it’s painful for her. My hips move rhythmically. In the reflection of the window, I can see her tear-stained cheeks. Her eyes glisten, but she holds on. She takes it.

  Her strength is incredible. None of the other girls I’ve had before have been this exquisite. This addictive. Because as I slide out and back in, taunting her clit and teasing her rosy nipples, I can feel her body pulsing in response.

  Moments pass and I continue my assault on her. She’s still wet. And with each drive into her, I feel the arousal from her tight cunt drench me as I plunge into her. I want her to remember this. To remember me.

  Her whimpers of pain turn to moans of pleasure and I realize my little pet is loving my dick. I should have sheathed myself. But there’s nothing more I want than to feel her slick walls tightening around me.

  I need this.

  I need her.

  “Do you like that, baby?” She nods, and I grip her long blonde hair, tugging her back. “I asked you a fucking question.” I hiss in her ear as I plow her tight body.

  “Yes, Sir,” she whimpers as my hips slap against her ass. The sound of a harsh, rough fuck echoes through my cavernous room. My balls tighten, and I reach around, tugging her throbbing little clit.

  “Come for me,” I order, and she does. She fucking detonates around me, and I feel her arousal soaking my cock, balls, and thighs. “You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you? Coming on my cock like a common whore,” I growl as my release locks my body, and I fill her with my hot seed.

  The Hunter & The Angel

  The hunter and the angel,

  An unlikely pairing.

  Within my chaos and anguish,

  You were my truth, my salvation,

  my heaven in hell

  dani rené

  one year later

  “When you come, you’ll only do so on command. Do you understand?” His gaze penetrates me in such a way that I feel naked. As if my soul is laid out on the table for him. Allowing him to pick and prod at it and judge the torment I’ve been through, but he doesn’t. All he shows me is his own form of kindness. Something I’m not accustomed to.

  Yes, he does hurt me. There’s no doubt that I ache and bleed and I have bruises, but it’s when his touch i
s gentle that it hurts the most. Because what he doesn’t realize is that he’s carving me out, piece by fragmented piece. With his left hand, he reaches for my core, deft fingers stroke my slick sex and he starts the torture.

  This is the worst. Holding my orgasm until he’s satisfied, until he orders me to come. Everything south of my belly button tightens in the familiar way he always brings to my body.

  “I’m going to take you, Angel, and ruin every inch of this perfect little body.” His fingers pump in and out, his thumb circles my clit, teasing it relentlessly as he makes his promise. “I’ll make certain you crave only me. And when those fuckers touch you, when they have their filthy hands on you”—his teeth graze my earlobe before he detonates me—“it will be me you think about to get you through it. Do you understand me?” I try nodding, but his hand is wrapped so tightly around my neck I can hardly move an inch.

  Fire blazes in his eyes and the side of his mouth lifts into a sinful smirk. “Good girl, now come for me,” he orders, tugging on the nipple clamps that bite into my hardened sensitive buds. I cry out, screaming over and over in the haze of my orgasm. I feel something dripping from me, and when I look down, my cheeks heat with embarrassment.

  “I’m… I’m…” His index finger reaches under my chin, lifting my head so we’re eye level with each other.

  “You’re fucking perfect, my little squirter.” He praises me like I’ve just won him the jackpot. My brows furrow in confusion. I’m such a novice that I have no idea what he means, but before I can voice my concern, he lifts his hand—drenched in my fluids—and licks every drop.

  “You’re delicious,” he declares on a sinful smirk. The way he’s looking at me has me aching for more of that filthiness he delves out. When he steps back to regard me, the smirk on his perfect mouth falls and is replaced with something akin to hunger.

  “Sir.” The word falls easily from my lips, and it has his beautiful cobalt orbs boring into me. “I need more.” Once again, the look he gives me is one of shock, but also desire. I know he wants me as much as I want him.

  “Soon, my little Angel, I promise you. When I take you, it will be when I say, not when you do. Remember, as much as I enjoy you begging, I’m the one in control.”

  I nod, but regard him with a smile. “I trust you.” It’s been a long year and we’ve been back and forth more times than I care to count, but those words I’ve just given him mean more than anything I’ve ever said in my life. Because I do trust him. I’m giving him the one thing every man in here wants. The one thing clients pay for but never receive.

  He’s getting it on a silver platter.

  I’m giving it freely.

  The one thing I know he’d kill for.

  Me.

  With a quick glance to the corner of my room, I notice the red light blinking, which means he’s watching me. It’s been a year since he took me in his bedroom and told me he wanted to own me. Even though I was young, I knew exactly what he meant and it should’ve repulsed me, but it didn’t. He didn’t.

  The stockings I pull up to my thighs are sheer black, and I clip them to the garter belt that hugs my hips. Every time he walks into my room, I feel the desire dripping from every pore on his beautiful body. He hasn’t taken me again and I wonder if it’s because he’s not allowed to, or if he’s biding his time.

  Every night when I’m alone, I imagine him touching me again. The “work” they’ve assigned me is simple. All I have to do is dance upstairs in the club. The other girls have taught me some moves, but there’s something about just losing myself in the music that sets me at ease.

  He’s always there, though.

  Watching.

  As if he does really own me.

  “Are you ready?” I jump at the deep tone behind me. Spinning in the red heels that adorn my feet, I find him leaning against the doorjamb. His arms are folded in front of his broad chest as he regards me with that familiar hungry glare.

  He has the most piercing blue eyes I’ve ever seen. They disarm and unnerve me, flitting between annoyance and hunger. With a slow step into my room, he shuts the door and when the lock clicks, my breathing hitches.

  He’s never been alone with me in my room with the door closed. Without warning, he reaches up and pulls the mask from his head. It’s the first time I’ve come face to face with my captor.

  The wolf.

  To say that he’s handsome would do him an injustice.

  He is beautiful.

  Breathtaking even.

  His hair is short, cropped close to his head. His jaw is chiseled and angular and his nose is straight, giving him a regal profile. And those lips. My God those lips. His lower one is full and taunts me, making me want to bite it. His upper lip is the perfect Cupid’s bow. Always curled into either a sinful smirk or a dark scowl, he regards me with a look that sets my body on fire.

  He isn’t clean-shaven. There’s a slight hint of stubble, and from that and the short hair on his head, I knew he had dark brown, coffee-colored hair. Smooth, lightly tanned skin greets me and beautifully alluring eyes regard me. The man is perfect. Sculpted, I’m certain, from porcelain. An innate need to kneel for him tugs at me.

  He looks like he could be the next James Bond, dressed in his expensive suit.

  “Are you finished gawking?” His lips quirk with amusement, and I realize I’ve been blatantly staring at him for too long.

  “You’d be so lucky,” I squeak, as I turn to face the mirror, fiddling with my hair. As I tug it to the side, I feel his warmth behind me. He reaches for the long blonde waves and settles them over my right shoulder, allowing his chin to rest lightly on my left.

  The stubble on his jaw tickles my sensitive skin as he responds, “I am so lucky, Angel. Did you forget that I know what you feel like around my dick?” The question forces a gasp to fall from my lips as he presses his erection against my ass. It takes all my restraint not to push back against him. He’s the only man I’ve been with who I want more of.

  “How could I? You ruined me that day.” My words still him and his body tenses behind me. “Because now I want only your dick inside me.” As the last word falls from my lips, he grips my hips painfully and pulls my body against his. The ache between my thighs flares to life, angry and unbidden, and all I want is for him to ease it.

  “You want me, Angel? Do you think you can handle me?” he growls against my neck, sending a wave of flutters through me and goose bumps dot my skin. Our gazes lock in the mirror, and I watch his eyes darken. “Watch me,” he commands, and I obey.

  Watching his hand trail its way down my flat belly, I whimper when he cups my pussy with his big, strong hand. “I—”

  “I said watch, don’t speak.” My mouth shuts quickly as I observe the expert fingers of my captor tease my sex over the black panties that adorn my hips. “Good girl.”

  Two words.

  They dispel every fear in my mind, and I moan when his middle finger finds my drenched entrance.

  “Angel, when I take you again, you’ll never be the same. You’ll hate me when I fuck you. You’ll curse me when I make you come. And you’ll want to rip my heart out when I make you scream my fucking name. You know why?”

  Words evade me, so I shake my head quickly.

  “Because I’ll fucking ruin your body. I’ll destroy your mind.” He keeps talking as his finger pumps in and out of me, sending me into delirium. “… and I’ll break your heart.”

  With that, he steps away from me, leaving me swaying and reeling at his words.

  His threat. His promise.

  The guilt and anger with which he spat those last words with are evidence that he feels it, too.

  There’s something between us, and even he can’t deny it.

  Spinning on my heel, I face him dead on. I straighten my shoulders, even though my body is still trembling from his touch. “I was destroyed long before you came along, Master.” I spit the word and stalk past him, but of course, I’m not fast enough.

  Hi
s grip on my arm is strong, and he pulls me hard against his rigid frame. “Do you want that?” he questions.

  “What?” Cocking my head to the side, I regard him in confusion.

  “For me to be your master?”

  Do I? Yes. Will he hurt me? Probably. Do I still want him? Yes.

  “Tell me,” he growls, lifting me by my hips, walking me backward until my body is flush with the wall. His body presses against me painfully, but the pleasure that races through my blood is more than enough to keep my senses heightened.

  “Do you want me?” I retort brazenly, which I’m sure will earn me a punishment. The strange thing is, I want it. I’m goading him. Teasing the predator inside him and his eyes light with a blue flame as if there’s metal burning behind them, unlike anything I’ve ever seen.

  He doesn’t respond, instead, he leans in and whispers his lips over the nape of my neck. Inhaling deeply, he groans and moves his face so we’re mere inches apart.

  “I want to fuck you so hard, so deep, and so fucking raw that there’ll be no other man in your memory besides me. I want to whip you, tie you up, and hurt you, just so I can make you feel good after. I want to see you cry, so I can lick your tears from those beautiful cheeks. And I want to see your deliciously, sweet blood drip from your creamy, delicate skin. And you know what I’ll do then?” He doesn’t wait for my answer, but continues to grunt each word. “I’ll lick that up too and I’ll savor your taste because you’re mine. You’ve been mine since I first drove my dick inside your virgin cunt.”

  My mind is spinning, reeling. My world has possibly tilted off its axis because all I feel, see, and hear is him. He’s invaded me. Every part of him has penetrated every part of me. Our bodies are so close it’s as if he’s trying to mold himself to me.