by Jax Hart
“Putting yourself on my menu?”
“You wish.”
He shrugged. “I’ve already sampled you anyway.”
“And yet you keep craving more.”
His eyes turned black blue. “I want to fucking devour every square inch of you.”
“Too bad,” I shrugged nonchalantly, despite my rapidly racing heart. “I’m not legal.”
His hand slid down my arm, his fingers caressed the inside of my wrist. He felt my pounding pulse and grinned wickedly. “I can still devour you, Blue. There’s more than one way to do that.”
“I’m not some high school fantasy.”
“No. No you are not. You are a fucking hurricane—my personal storm.”
“No. I’m your fucking worse nightmare.”
He threw back his head and laughed He. Fucking. Laughs. “Blue, my soul is so dark even the Grim Reaper himself shits when I cross his path.”
“What does a sadistic shit like yourself want with a seventeen-year-old anyway?”
“You know what. Go run, Blue. Run, before I decide to take everything from you tonight, just because I can.”
“Define everything? How far will you go?” I raised my brow, challenging him, wanting to know if he’s the same on the inside he was all those years ago. Part of me hopes he’s not, because a sliver of me wanted him to have changed so I could have an excuse to run my hands all over him and let his take what might have always been his to have.
His fingers stroked up my arm and circled my throat. It was a devious caress. His thumb found the hollow and pressed hard. His lips descended as he stole my breath both ways. It burned. The stealing of air. I was sucked backward in time. I felt the cool crunch of leaves under my feet as I struggled. Opening my eyes, I blinked finding him aptly staring at every expression moving over my face. Thoughts raced one by one. The first was: All my training was for nothing, because once he puts his hands on my me mind goes back in space and time. My body is trained to fight but my mind can’t break free enough to do it.
Finally, his lips and hand lifted.
“What the fuck was that?” I gasped for air sucking down the crispness of the autumn night.
“Me doing what I do best, Blue. Devouring.”
“I don’t just want sex from you. Figure that out yet?”
Johnny cleared his throat. My head twisted, meeting his smirking grin. Enjoying the show, creeper?”
“Immensely. Now get the fuck in the car. We have somewhere to be.” Johnny checked the expensive watch on his wrist. Roque shoved me back, pinned me to the seat but took his sweet ass time buckling me in. “I need you in one piece, Blue. Because they pleasure of breaking you apart will only belong to me.”
“You already have,” I murmured softly. But he shut the door on my slowly drifting words and rounded the car, sliding into the passenger seat.
“Holy shit.” Tati breathed, as Roque unholstered a gun from apparently his ankle and checked the clip. The sliding of the rack brought back memories of Italy… of the life I left behind but still managed to hang on.
“Easy with that shit. If you fuck up my scholarship or chance to get drafted—”
“Relax, Le Blanc. I’ll buy a friggin’ NBA team and make you my star bitch.” Johnny snorted, peeling around a corner and pressing down on the gas.
“Jesus,” Le Blanc shut his eyes and put a hand to his temple. “I’m sorry I got you mixed up with these two assholes, baby.” He linked his hand with Tati’s.
I leaned over. “Help us get out of this mess, then,” I hissed.
“No can do. You’re his girl. And I might not look like one of the bad guys, but I roll with them.”
“Wannabe.”
He shrugged. “They got my back once and I never forgot it. It’s ride or die with them.”
I shivered. I wasn’t the only one who knew their dark secrets or saw the two devils sitting in front for exactly who they were. They sit side by side, broad shouldered and cocky as fuck driving us into god knows whatever mayhem lies ahead.
CHAPTER TEN
HIS EYES ARE ONCE AGAIN SOULLESS, locked onto the beady ones begging him for mercy. The man raised his hands and pleaded his case. “It wasn’t me. I called an Uber and crashed at Chief’s place.”
He’s lying. His voice got higher by an octave with every word he spoke. Even now his raised hands shook slightly.
“You knew the rules. No one fucks with anyone on our campus.”
“Your campus? Your fraternity doesn’t rule. We’re all equal.”
“We belong to more than just a frat,” Johnny spits. “We run the whole game, bitch. East Coast and soon West. Our word is law, you feel me?” Johnny’s open hand smacked the guy in the face.
“Fuck you,” he spit. “You’d be nothing without your Daddy spoon feeding you money and power.”
Johnny grinned like the devil himself as he entered the tiny kitchen area of the apartment and came back holding a spoon. “Open up, bitch and take your medicine.”
Tati screamed and buried her head in Sebastian’s arms. But me. I watched wide-eyes and fascinated as Johnny shoved the metal spoon down the guys throat. He gurgled. Gaggled. Wretched and writhed.
Roque watched me watch them.
“What did he do?”
Roque came closer. “He drugged a girl at our party. Took her in the woods and had her half naked with his dick out.”
“Did he—”
“No, he ran. Like a coward when a couple stumbled upon him. But we picked him up on our surveillance. The girl was able to remember his clothing before she blacked out.”
I popped shoulder and sauntered forward. I’ve spent years training to kick ass. Roque might render me defenseless but this schmuck? Damn he can have every piece of vengeance meant for someone else.
I stopped next to Johnny, placing a hand on his arm. “May I have a turn?”
He cocked his head assessing me. “You think you can do better?”
“I know I can.”
Johnny removed the spoon from the guy’s throat who in turn, immediately vomited as he gasped for breath. Johnny’s shoes were covered but he doesn’t even flinch as he held him by the collar of his shirt.
My hands perused the various cutlery…. lingering coolly as I traced the sharp tip of a paring knife. I put it down. It’s too ordinary, too predictable.
“What’s his weakness?” I asked, circling the quivering, angry piece of shit sweating like the pig he is.
“Play any sports?” He shook his head.
I stepped in close, grabbed his hand and popped each joint one by one, instantly dislocating his fingers. “Good. Because you never will now.”
“Bitch!” He screamed cradling his injured hand. My upper cut took him by surprise; his head snapped back and rolled.
“Damn, Blue. He’s out cold.”
“What a pity, he’s such a lightweight. He deserved to feel more pain.”
Roque’s watchful eyes were on me as I went back to the paring knife. Using scissors to cut his shirt off, I crouched by the bastard’s side and bit my lip. Purposefully, I brought the blade down with pressure, watching the blood come out slow at first, then watched in fascination as as I carved words into his chest, branding him forever.
I love dick.
“Nice, Blue,” Johnny, inspected my work.
Roque stood at my side and slipped the bloodied knife from my hands. “God, you’re perfect.” he murmured meeting my eyes. “You enjoyed that? It turned you on? Made you feel alive holding his life in the balance? Getting to choose how far to take things?”
I looked up from the bloodied chest I created; the piece of disfigured art to meet his hot gaze. Our eyes connected. I felt it again. The oneness. The fucked-up rightness of us connecting. I understood his high. His need for power. The absolute god-like seconds of time when you became a monster stealing life and getting high on the thought that you could.
His nostrils flared. I was caught; mesmerized by the dark promise in his ey
es as he advanced, lifted me from the floor and in front of everyone—backed me into the wall and hooked my legs around his hip. “Fuck that was so hot, Blue. Fuck. You make me forget who I need to be and at the same time remind me of what I always was.”
His tongue traced my parted mouth. I gasped as he bit my lip causing my own blood to flow as his tongue lapped it up and swept inside. I clutched his head, helpless to the one soul who always had mine in the palm of his hand.
I could love him.
Do I love him?
Did I recognize the dark one, fated to be mine the way I’d always been his. Maybe our fate was already written. Maybe that’s why he spared me, because he saw it too; knew there was a day yet to come when we’d meet like this… a twisting, bloody heap of need like no other?
“Do you want this?” He pulled back and my heart almost stopped mid-beat as my beast turned vulnerable man as he asked if I could want him? Accept him and his darkness for what it was.
“Leave us.” He commanded. The room emptied except for Johnny.
“You sure. If she talks—”
“She won’t or I’ll personally cut her tongue out and she’d let me.”
Johnny dipped his head and left.
Roque lifted the gun from his holster and handed it to me. “What do you say, Blue? Shall you do the honors or me?”
The gun was heavy in my hand. I raise it pointing it straight into his chest. “I hate how you make me feel. How you’ve turned everything upside down.”
“Do you?” He breathed “Do you hate it? Or hate that you crave it. Desire it. Want it like I want you.”
I mewled as I melted against him, felt his hardness jut into my tummy. Roque took the gun from my hands adds a silencer and popped two shots in the guy’s knees.
Roque exhaled almost like it was a release as powerful as coming as he took my hand and walked out.
“Everything good?” Sebastian wondered.
“Everything is perfect,” Roque replied gripping my hand tightly in his. I sickly realized I’m grossly outplayed in his presence. I wanted him, yearned for him—this man-monster of mine. But this whole time I viewed myself as the good one. The light so bright it’d snuff out all evil. And yet tonight, I learned who I really might be—his dark queen destined to rule by his side and carry out judgements of those who would cross our reign.
Silently, we walked back outside. An owl hooted from his perch overhead. The clouds moved past the moon and it casts its glow upon the hard planes of my dark one’s face.
I got in the SUV and was surprised as Roque squeezed me into the third row next to him and tipped my chin. “Who are you?”
“Lost.” I answered honestly. “All this time I thought I was something else, someone else.”
“One look and I knew, Blue. Don’t worry if you don’t know who you are yet, you’re still so young. But I do. I know who you are.”
“Who might that be?”
“Mine. Inexplicably, undeniably mine and I never thought you existed. That a woman like you could exist for me.”
“This is crazy. You… we are crazy. We barely know one another.”
“That’s a lie if I ever heard one and you know it.”
I bit my lip, trying to figure out how this could work. How do I keep the biggest lie of all from spilling between us? Would he love me, desire me more if he knew I was Romina, the girl from his past? Or would he feel bound to finish what family honor demands?
The SUV cuts down familiar streets. Before I knew it we were in Princeton and pulling down the drive that leads to the sprawling mansion where we first met again.
He turns to me. “Stay for a while? I’ll drive you home later.”
I shrugged not having much choice since we’re already here. Sebastian led Tati up to his room. Johnny took a call and cursed in Italian, gripping his cell close to his ear and me…I was led by my dark devil past the room with the paneled closet and into a neat corner with dark wooden furniture.
“I need a shower. Join me?” He dared holding out a hand, all the while knowing I’d decline. So, I took the devil by his horns and turned the tables. I peeled my shirt off, kicked off my shoes and stripped. My skin was so pale it almost glowed.
“Fuck, Blue,” he hissed through clenched teeth as my tiny breast buds peaked in the moonlight under his lust-filled gaze. “I’m going to make you come so hard.”
I shivered under the heat of his gaze. All of me was willing to take my dark one as it was always meant to be.
His hand gripped mine as I walked closer, he shuddered as my hand landed on his chest and slid down his pecs and abs to boldly cup him between his legs. “Mine. No one else’s.”
“Making demands already?”
I nodded. “As much as you are going to take you must give to me.”
He studied me then dipped his head. “If you want every last piece of my damned, soul its yours.” With that promise, he swept me up in his arms and laid me down on the thick duvet. Caged in his embrace, his head lowered to tease my breast. The whole damn thing fit in his hot mouth. We groaned in unison as his tongue rolled my nipple.
I’ve never been touched like this before. Petted. Stroked.
Desire swept through me, thrusting my body into some kind of fever. Wetness grew between my legs, joining the heavy need for something more. I knew what it was. I needed him, filling me there, completing me.
He turned his attention to my other breast while his hand moved between my legs. “Baby Blue. So wet. So utterly mine,” His fingered delved through my soaked folds, found the tiny nub begging for his touch and pressed it hard. I yelp, hips rising off the bed as he circled it and circled it, plucked and rolled it before three fingers plunge deep, stretching my small channel.
His dark head was bent over me as his mouth sucked at my nipples, teeth scraping across them causing pain and pleasure. His fingers ed faster and faster. Fingers fucked me in a rhythm. I’m so close to falling. My body rose up and a deep flutter rolled like a wave deep inside my womb and moved until it ripped and roared, crashing over his hands.
He stopped playing with me and gripped me by the neck, choked the air I needed to breathe as I came. His knee moved, pressed down on my soaked core making it burn more as he pressed into my throat. “Come for me Blue, keep coming. This will make it more intense.”
I hovered, with no air, my body singing for him even as he stole my air. I came and came as my body fought so many dueling sensations.
Finally, almost on the verge of dying in ecstasy he released me.
I gasped deeply just as he freed his cock and stroked himself to the sight of my bruised neck and flushed breasts and soaked pussy.
“Fuck yeah, Blue. You are my queen,” he grunted, coming all over me. “All fucking mine,” he ground out collapsing on top of me and taking my mouth. He stole my air again, but it felt good, like I’d pleased my dark god—delighted him in a way only I could.
Because it’s true. Only I could bring him so much pleasure. I squirmed beneath him, grasped his lowering gaze, focusing on his work of art and brought his head back to mine before he noticed the flame he touched and caressed didn’t match the rest. I never dyed my pussy; never thought I’d give him so much of me.
What a mistake. I vow the first chance I get to wax it completely.
“Feeling shy? Did you like it? You came hard for me didn’t you Blue?” His ocean-like eyes searched mine. I nodded. “Good girl. The second you turn eighteen, there won’t be one place in you where you won’t feel my touch.”
I nodded dumbly. Wanting it all. Wanting him. I’m not Diana the strong warrior women. I’m a slave to him, I’m reduced to need and want. I only to please my dark lord.
He left me to shower and I laid, staring at the ceiling, still feeling incomplete. Burying my face in his pillow, I sobbed fat tears of shame. I’ll never avenge the Fiorelli’s or my dead family by being our enemy’s lover. But maybe it’s time I just live for the girl I am today. A girl who might be willing to let th
e past go if it meant having a chance to be loved. Even if it’s by the man who has the power to take everything away from me all over again.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
SHE’S PERFECT. UTTERLY PERFECT and more than I could have ever hoped for. Not like I ever thought I’d find someone who’d match me anyway. But somehow, I did. In New Jersey, nonetheless.
She’s young though and as the night sky gave way to dawn, my hands curled around the wrought iron rail as I peered out into the darkness giving way to the light. Should I take what’s mine or wait? Thoughts pestered me one by one. I’ve never waited for anything just simply took. I’m not a man ruled by law or religion so why should I? But then the hole she pierced in me lets reason and a speck of good through. Every dark thought I’ve ever had; every deadly deed is why I should wait.
Maybe she’s my chance to get it right. A chance to finally grasp that elusive thing called love.
But I must be careful. My cousins want us to make our mark and go after the remaining families. They agreed to give me this time to just be “Ralph.” I convinced them having an Ivy league MBA would make me look more legit while I’d use the education to find loopholes in the system. The mob need technology, needs real brains to survive the millennium world.
The warm water runs over me, and I let it rinse over my back for a few more minutes before I shut it off and slung a towel around my waist. “Blue? You want to clean up?”
But she’s gone. I knew she won’t get far with the security cameras and invisible guards, but still it burned that she would just leave and here I was thinking she felt the electricity between us just as much as I did.
I slipped into some sweatpants, not even bothering with a shirt and padded out on bare feet to find her.
“Blue? Baby, you won’t get far…”
“…I have to go. I can’t stay the night.”
“Your parents?”
“My parents are dead.”
“Mine too.” I reached for her, but she held herself stiffly and played with the frayed edges of her sleeve while her other hand stilled on the doorknob.
