DARKEST: A DARK BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE (The Boyne Club Book 3)

by Vi Carter

  “I need to look at your feet.”

  She nods as she pulls the towel from her shoulders and wraps it under her arms, tucking it in so it stays in place. I grab her another towel for her hair and she wraps it up herself. Getting the first aid kit, she hobbles back out to the couch. Her feet are so small in my hands, and I like kneeling down on the floor so I can look up at her. Right now, I look up to find her watching me. A small amount of color has entered her cheeks.

  My cock hardens further when I think about all that bare flesh under the towel. She sucks in her bottom lip, I don't think she’s aware she’s doing it, but I have to look away.

  Her feet aren’t too bad. It’s more scrapes than anything else. None of them have gone too deep. I clean them gently with disinfectant wipes. She hisses and I pause, hating that I hurt her. When she settles, I rub a small amount of cream onto both her feet.

  “You’ll have to lie here for a while until it dries.”

  She nods her head. “Thank you.”

  Her gratitude makes me feel like a shitty human being, so I don’t respond. I repack the first aid kit and go get her clean clothes. I’m tempted not to give her clothes; I want to go back to her walking around naked. I find a blue t-shirt that’s close to her eye color and fresh sweatpants. I also grab a pair of socks for her feet. She’s still lying on the couch when I return. I was half expecting her to be gone.

  She follows my movements as I place the clothes on the opposite couch. She’s lying with her hands joined on her abdomen. The lines under her eyes are stark. She needs rest. I sit down on the couch beside her clothes. She closes her eyes as she looks away from me. A solitary tear flows down the side of her face. I watch it darken the black leather under her.

  “I heard you sing.”

  She sniffles and nods but doesn’t open her eyes. “I like singing.”

  “Why don’t you sing?” I ask. She doesn’t respond.

  I sit back on the couch and just watch her lie there. No more liquid leaks from her eyes but when she opens her mouth and starts to sing, somehow it’s worse.

  Her voice shakes, and the haunting melody has my heart picking up pace as she sings about a hanging man having no one to visit his grave. It’s eerie and sad but from her mouth, it’s beautiful.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  SCARLETT

  I wake and my confused mind can’t make anything out. The bed under me is soft, the body beside me is warm. My heart kicks up before my eyes spring open. He’s an inch from my face. Dean’s asleep on his side facing me. I try to control my breathing as it fans across his face but he’s so close. I roll quickly onto my back and stare at the ceiling as I try to calm my racing heart and mind. I squeeze my eyes tightly as I remember the ground exploding beside me as Dean emptied his gun into the grass, instead of my body. I open my eyes and glance at him now, my heart flutters before it gallops.

  “How did you sleep?” His gaze roams my face and I don’t know what to make of him. My hands tighten around the towel that still covers my body. I must have fallen asleep on the couch. I don’t remember him lifting me. He’s still in his dark clothes from yesterday but he looks fresh, like he had a solid night sleep. I’m all too aware of how bad I must look.

  “I slept.” I frown as I look away from his prodding eyes. I want to ask him why he didn’t kill me. I want to ask what happens now, but I’m not naïve. I know him letting me go isn’t going to happen. I could promise not to tell anyone.

  I look at him again and he’s still watching me, even if I was in my prime health he wouldn’t be good for my heart.

  His bottom lip is bigger than his top and I find my eyes constantly drifting to it. My cheeks heat as I remember singing him a song my father used to sing to me.

  Anger laces with everything in my body as I think of my father’s pendant that he won’t return. That was always my armor. I would touch it and it would give me strength. No wonder I was breaking apart without it.

  “Why didn’t you kill me?” My question comes out louder than I intended. Dean doesn’t so much as blink as he stares down at me.

  “I have my reasons.” His words are slow and controlled, not giving anything away.

  “If those reasons change?” I question as my heart picks up a fast pace.

  “Don’t give me a reason to change them.”

  I frown, and my confusion deepens as he moves quickly. His lips land on mine and I am already used to the feel of them. My bones want to sigh and I have a want to lean into him and accept his touch. His hand feels heavy on my hip bone, the heat travels right through the towel and I hate the wetness that starts to pool between my legs. I tighten my thighs and he leans out of the one-sided kiss. His chest moves fast and the darkness in his eyes has every logical thought in my mind scattering.

  “Don’t hurt me,” I say, as fear skitters quickly across my skin.

  A yelp tumbles from my lips as he drags me under him and pins my hands above my head.

  “Have I hurt you?”

  I bite the inside of my jaw to keep the panic that claws inside me at bay.

  He shakes me. “Have I hurt you?!” His roar has me closing my eyes.

  “Do you want me to hurt you?”

  My eyes spring open and I’m shaking my head. He joins my hands together using only one of his free hands. He drags the towel aside and I’m ashamed when his fingers plunge easily inside me. I bite down on the groan that wants to fall from my lips, his hard cock is pressed against me and I hate the want I feel. I want him inside me. A part of me wants to give in and see what it would feel like to have Dean. His fingers leave me and he dances them across my clit, I arch as all my nerves buzz and this time I can’t keep the moan at bay.

  Everything in me freezes as Dean releases me and gets off the bed. I’m confused until he pulls the black t-shirt over his head. My heart is frozen in my chest with fear and want. His muscles bunch and flex as he drops the black t-shirt to the ground. His wide shoulders move up and down as he walks back to the end of the bed.

  I swallow around the lump that’s formed in my throat as he unbuckles his belt. “How do you know my name?”

  He pops open the button of his trousers before pushing them down.

  I’m ready to get off the bed, his eyes warn me not to move as he climbs on the bed in just his boxers. His large hands grip the towel and I shake my head as he pulls it from around my body, the material burns my skin before the cool air kisses my flesh.

  His hands run along my legs that I keep tightly shut. My hands try to cover my large breasts. I try not to look at the huge bulge in his boxers, it’s exciting and terrifying.

  I can’t tell him how I know his name. “I heard you say it.”

  His grin has no humor and it sends a shiver racing across my bare flesh.

  He forces my legs apart. “You are not a good liar.”

  “Don’t,” I whisper but I’m not sure I even mean it. He’s there and I’m getting wetter.

  “I’m only asking you a question, Kate.”

  Kate. I hang onto that. I take a calming breath. You are not Scarlett. You are Kate.

  You are Kate.

  You are Kate.

  “I heard you say it,” I speak louder and look at him. Maybe Kate had heard him say it.

  I see the indecision in his eyes. I arch my back as he dips his fingers inside me again. His lips touch my neck.

  “That sounded a bit more truthful. But not quite.” He pushes another finger in and all I can think of is how badly Kate wants his cock.

  I move my face so my lips line up with his. I see the confusion and I kiss him; he freezes again and doesn’t return it, instead he pushes another finger inside me and it’s too much. I want to tell him to remove one when his head moves and his mouth consumes one of my nipples, he bites it and I cry out. I’m torn between wanting this to end and getting lost in it.

  It’s wrong. My mind screams.

  His teeth clamp harder and the pain is too much, I’m ready to push him off when he
releases me, his eyes swirl as he removes his hand from my pussy. He leans out again as he stares down at me.

  “How do you know my name?” He asks while dragging his boxers down his legs, his cock springs free and I can’t look away.

  “I heard you say it.” I repeat as he kicks off his boxers, he separates my legs and they ache at how far they are stretched.

  “You keep lying to me, Kate.”

  He moves up my body, his cock sitting at my entrance. He’s so much bigger than I am. I should be terrified, but the excitement that bubbles through me has me leaning up and pressing my lips against his again.

  Once again he doesn’t return it or close his eyes. “I’m going to bury my cock inside you and fuck you so hard until you tell me how you know my name.”

  Fear starts to dry me up and the deadly situation I’m in has me starting to drown in fear.

  “I heard you say it!” I shout before adding. “My name is Kate.” I need to clarify who I am in all this.

  His cock slams inside me and there is nothing nice about the pain that shoots through me. I’m stunned for a moment before he slides back out of me. I don’t get a moment before he slams his cock back in with a brutality that has my body rejecting him.

  His mouth consumes my nipple again—as his hands restrain me—and I feel the buds of ecstasy start to rise as he slams his body into me. His teeth graze my nipple and I cry out from the mixture of pain and pleasure.

  My pussy grows wetter and Dean moves faster inside me. His mouth releases my breast. His breath fans across my neck. “How do you know my name?” Each word is delivered with a heavy thrust inside me.

  I call out as each one is harsher than the one before. I’m a bundle of nerve endings and pain.

  I cry out as he sinks his teeth into my shoulder without slowing his thrusts. Tears seep from my eyes with the pain. I want to tell him to stop but I can’t as that ecstasy continues to blossom. His pace quickens inside me as his teeth leave my flesh. His hands tighten around my wrists painfully.

  “Answer me.”

  Angry, dark eyes bore into me and when his lips slam against mine, I meet his with my own frantic need that fills each part of me. I have no idea what I’m searching for but I’m rocketing through everything as his tongue enters my mouth. His thrusts are brutal against my pussy. The sting from his skin connecting with mine has me curling my nails into my palms.

  His teeth nip my lip and I try to pull away but I’m not quick enough before he bites the sensitive skin. I don’t pull as the pain increases along with his pounding. My nails sink further into my palms until a warm liquid erupts from the abuse on my skin. A metallic taste fills my mouth and he releases my lip and hands, and moves back stretching me even further as he loses himself in a frenzy, and I’m right there with him as he pours his seed inside me. I scream out letting all my control slip and just give in to this madness.

  I can’t breathe as I come down off the high and Dean takes his huge cock out of me. I’m aching everywhere. I don’t even know where to start. I swallow a mouth full of blood, and some part of me, maybe the part that is Scarlett, feels an overwhelming sense of shame. I try to quiet the voice, telling it, it wasn’t Scarlett that did this thing. It was Kate.

  Dean is still leaning between my legs, sweat coats his chest and he’s just watching me as I fight for air and some sanity in all this.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  DEAN

  I can’t take my eyes off the blood that mars her perfect plump lips. Her skin is raw and red from where I bit her shoulder and breasts. My eyes trail down as my seed seeps out of her tight pussy. Her thighs are red too, but it’s her hands that are still above her head and open, it’s the small pool of blood that sits in them that does something to me. It stirs a primal need to protect her. It is fucking laughable that I would feel like that about her.

  Her eyes are wild and she reminds me of a trapped animal. My body is still humming from the release. It was so fucking good and I want her again. She still gasps for air and I can’t look away from her. I don’t move but keep eye contact as she stumbles around whatever the fuck is going on in her pretty head. I want to see what she sees. I want to know what she’s thinking.

  “How do you know my name?” I sound breathless. My question is so fucking stupid. I know how she figured it out and it has allowed me to breathe. She had discovered the safe in the sitting room. She hadn’t put the shelf back straight. I had also removed the bullets from the gun. I’m curious to see if she will still get it, and if she does, will she pull the trigger?

  “I heard you say it.”

  I grin, and her lies are enough for some of my guilt to dissolve. I had been rough with her. I had wanted her to trust me enough to tell me that she had found my safe. But I had no right to demand her trust—that had been shattered a long time ago. Guilt tightens inside me again and I don’t want to face it. I slide off the bed and go to the bathroom across from my bedroom. Taking out a face cloth, I run it under the warm tap before grabbing a towel.

  She hasn’t moved an inch. Her gaze bounce around the ceiling like it might answer questions that I want to know. She’s confusing as fuck. She had wanted me but she also looks at me like I repulse her.

  Her eyes flick to me as I crawl back up on the bed, she tracks my movements and I move back in-between her legs as my cock grows hard again but I won’t take her. She needs someone to mind her, even if it’s only for a moment.

  “Give me your hands.” I hold out one hand and am surprised when she obeys me and places her small hand in mine. She doesn’t flinch or hiss as I clean the blood away. The half-moons are visible when I brush away all the blood. I hate that she had inflicted that upon herself. I wonder if she finds pleasure in hurting herself? It makes me think of the razor blade she had been hiding in the bathroom. I look at her again to find her watching me. She’s so beautiful.

  Hauntingly beautiful.

  She’s the type of girl that you would never really understand or figure out. She’s a minefield that I don’t mind crossing.

  “Do you play the piano?” I ask, as I continue to clean her hand and try to distract myself from the thoughts that swirl around my head. She doesn’t pull away from me like I expect.

  “No, but I always wanted to.”

  I glance at her and her green eyes have lost the wild look they had held only a few moments ago. Now they are filled with regret.

  “Give me your other hand.” She gives it to me and I watch her blood turn the white face cloth red in places. Once again she doesn’t pull away or hiss as I clean her hands.

  “You have piano fingers,” I say, as I trail two of my fingers down the length of hers. She needs to learn to play the piano. I can only imagine her playing it while singing.

  Priceless.

  “Do you play an instrument?”

  I grin at her. “I only play with guns.”

  She doesn’t smile at my joke, but it’s not really a joke. My job is my hobby. I love what I do. I frown, not liking where my mind is going. I liked taking lives, but not hers. I wouldn’t take hers. What the fuck is wrong with me? I tell myself it’s because I wasn't paid to kill her, but deep down I knew if someone did, I would turn it down.

  “I like to fish,” I say, trying to take the fear out of her eyes. When I was a kid, I used to fish with my father but we never bonded. He wasn’t an asshole but I spent too much time wanting to push him into the river so I could spark up the joint that was crushed in my back pocket.

  “Do you have siblings?”

  “A brother. I think he’d like you,” I say the words and regret them instantly as she frowns at me before cutting me off.

  “But you knew that already.” I fire out as I release her hand. She’s staring at me again. I’m watching and looking for the tells of any lies.

  “That you had a brother?”

  “Yes.” I lean out more and touch her thigh with the cloth. She jerks and I take a quick look at her as I run the cloth along her pussy clean
ing up my seed. Her eyes swirl and I see the need in them. The same need grows in me.

  “I never knew you had a brother.” Her words are breathy as she speaks and I continue to run the cloth along her pussy. I press it against her clit and she reacts, arching her back up to meet the piece of fabric.

  “What’s your biggest fear?”

  She seems to be rousing out of her lust and she thinks about what I’m asking. I run the cloth along her clit again before dipping a finger inside her.

  “Oh, God!” She moans to the ceiling.

  “God?” I ask, knowing that’s not what she meant.

  “No.” Her breathy word has me pushing in a second finger and throwing the cloth aside. Taking my cock in my hand, I give it a stroke. Her eyes focus on my shaft and she bites her lips as I push my fingers into her as far as they will go. I give my cock a few more jerks before I speed up my strokes.

  “Touch yourself.” I tell her, removing my wet fingers from her pussy. She slides her hand down and I watch her fingers work quickly on her clit.

  Fuck me! My body roars and I want to pound into her but I also want to watch her touch herself.

  “Make yourself cum for me.”

  She rotates her fingers around her clit and I move closer pulling my cock harder. Some of my pre-cum slips out of the fat head of my cock and slides along the side of it. She groans, moving her long fingers faster and I love the liquid I see coming out of her pussy as she groans out loud. My own jerks grow faster and I feel the cum before I splash her leg with my seed. I give my cock a few final jerks until my release is finished. It’s not enough and I know that’s not good, that I can’t feel satisfied without her.

  She’s staring at me again and her eyes don’t look so haunted. But she does look confused.