Slay Belles & Mayhem: A Medley of Dark Tales

by Dani René

  He moves his free hand over my back until he rests it at the curve of my spine. After squeezing my ass, his hand moves to the crack of my cheeks and I inhale sharply. His fingers tease the puckered muscles there, and he quirks his eyebrow as I look at him with what I assume is panic.

  “What about this tight hole here? What if I want this before your virgin pussy?”

  I swallow and everything in my southern region clenches… with fear or excitement, I’m not sure.

  The fire in his eyes burns me as I look into the depth of those brown orbs, and before I can stop myself, I lean over him to whisper, “Then, take it.”

  His brown eyes darken even more until they look almost black and a small smile curves his lips. With me in his arms, he stands up and walks to the bed.

  Placing me on the mattress, he looks down at me, staring at every inch of naked skin on display for him. Without any shame, I spread my legs and the smile he gives me is a reward all on its own. His eyes stay locked on me as he takes his place between my legs. His breath fans my pussy and desire ignites my body.

  I close my eyes with the first touch of his tongue gliding over my folds. His tongue is magic, a dark magic that makes me addicted. As he holds me still with his hands on my thighs, I fight against his strong hold to get closer to his mouth, unsuccessfully. So I just surrender myself to his delicious assault as he licks, sucks, and bites my flesh, making us both lose control.

  “You told me to take,” he murmurs, and I feel the vibration of his lips against my pussy.

  I nod.

  “And I will take, my diamond. I will take and take and it will hurt.”

  I groan, pressing my head back on the pillow, absorbing the hunger his words elicit in my body.

  He chuckles. “I wonder if your body lacks the sense of danger.”

  A huff escapes my chest with his words. He says he will hurt me and I can’t wait for it. Obviously, something is wrong with me. Before I can make a comment, he tilts my pelvis and my giggle turns to a deep moan when his tongue circles my tight hole. The pleasure is so foreign, so sinful, it makes me dizzy with its intensity. His tongue pushes inside the tight ring of muscle and his fingers dig into my ass cheeks, spreading me wider for his relentless mouth.

  Next, his finger touches me where his mouth has just been. I grit my teeth when he pushes his finger in slowly. Damn, even just one finger is uncomfortable and strange. I have no idea how his thick cock will fit.

  When he leisurely rolls his finger inside me and pulls back a little to push in deeper, I moan loudly. The uncomfortable feeling morphs into pain and pleasure. The pleasure from that one digit is so otherworldly that I realize, even if his cock rips me in two, I want him inside me.

  I want to feel him stretch me, hurt me, and take me.

  “Are you begging me to stop yet?” he asks, as he peppers kisses to the inside of my thigh. His stubble grazes my skin, making me even crazier with need.

  “I’ll beg for more.” I breathe out when he pulls his finger out of me.

  He bites the inside of my thigh, hard enough to make my desire rise, and I moan loudly. I love the bite of pain he delivers with the pleasure.

  Two fingers circle the hole he will own soon and I bite my lip to suppress the urge to beg. And soon, those fingers slowly, ever so slowly, push into me.

  The burn. Damn, the burn. And the pleasure. So much pleasure.

  “Luca,” I groan, trying to claim more of those torturous fingers. Every nerve in my body focuses on that tight, taboo channel.

  When he pulls his fingers out, I grunt in protest.

  “Don’t worry, we’re not done. Not even close,” he promises. Or maybe threatens, but who am I to know the difference?

  “Turn around. On all fours. Now,” he demands, and like the sucker for pain I am, I do as I’m told.

  I feel him climb off the bed and I turn to watch him as he retrieves a bottle and a condom from the drawer next to the bed. When he comes back, the excitement I feel is overwhelming.

  “You’re a sight, Ramona. Who would’ve known such an innocent girl like you would love the pain,” he murmurs, and before I can even process his words, I feel the cold liquid in the crack of my ass. As his fingers massage the liquid around the puckered hole, I forget everything else. When his fingers are replaced with the head of his cock, the lust I feel makes me alive and free. It’s the feeling I’ve hungered for all my life. I used to think I would only feel this kind of freedom if I was away visiting a country in Europe with my friends. But instead, I'm getting it right now, in the penthouse of my captor, and I’m feeling it in the most depraved and delicious way.

  When he slowly pushes inside, it’s as if he is actually ripping me in half. The burn, the stretch, and the pain are all too much to bear.

  “Will you beg me now?”

  I should. I should beg him to stop this painful intrusion, but I find myself shaking my head.

  “More,” I beg hoarsely.

  He growls behind me, and when he is finally seated fully inside me in what feels like too tight of a fit, he pushes me down on the bed, placing his weight on me as he balances himself on his elbows.

  He sucks on my shoulder blades and rocks his hips against mine. The pain is excruciating. Yet, with every roll of his hips, it morphs into something more. Still painful but it is now mixed with a dark pleasure. It’s ripping deep within my body with an intensity I just can’t describe.

  When my grunts of pain turn to moans of pleasure, Luca’s movements increase in pace, and, if possible, he pushes even deeper into me. I turn my head to the side, my lips searching for his, and he takes my mouth in a searing kiss.

  I roll my hips against him, and he pulls his mouth away, resting his lips against my head as a groan reverberates from his body to mine. The pleasure is unlike any other, it grows and grows at the core and it covers every inch of my body inside and out. My hands reach above me, searching for something to hold on to and his hands reach out to mine. He entwines our fingers, and with that one small gesture, I realize he owns more than my body. With his hands holding mine, his body pushing me harder onto the mattress, I feel connected, understood, and loved.

  “Ramona,” he moans my name, and I’m not sure if it sounds more like a prayer or a curse. But my body reacts to it the same way it reacts to him: it wants more.

  He nuzzles into my neck, and I feel him shake behind me like he is close to that cliff of euphoria just like me.

  “You feel too good,” he grits out and thrusts harder and deeper into me, making my toes curl with the heady mix of pain and pleasure. “You fit just right against me,” I hear him whisper, but it’s so low I wonder if he meant to say it.

  “We’re a match,” I blurt out, moaning with the sharp push of his hips with my words. And it’s like those words push a button in him because he sits up, straddles my hips, and starts fucking me like he hates me. I bite the pillow under my face; I fist the sheets while he thrusts into my body until there is nothing but crazy hunger. Until I don’t know where the pain ends and where the pleasure starts. His hands wrap around my hair, balancing himself with his hold on me, and I want to scream with the pain blazing on my scalp. It hurts, but with the pleasure his thrusts bring me, even that pain is delicious.

  And I vaguely feel how hard I shake under his body as pleasure wins the battle against pain. With one more thrust and a roar so loud it echoes around the room, I feel him come inside me.

  I don’t know where I am. Somewhere there is only calm and pleasure, somewhere I feel weightless and content. I don’t know where the chaos in my mind goes, but I want to stay right here, in this magical headspace, pressed against the mattress by the man who has given me what he promised. He freed my body and my mind.

  When he pulls out of my body, he moves me over his strong chest. His hands that abused my hair just moments ago, now caress those tresses in a soothing and almost affectionate way.

  When I sigh, I hear him do the same, before words tumble out of his lips.


  “You’re something else. You not only lure monsters close to you, you also go to bed with them.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Luca

  We’re a match, she fucking said.

  And it’s not what she said that panics me, it’s how right those words feel.

  It’s fucking 2:47 am, and I’m sitting in the armchair in my bedroom, watching the girl who is curled in my bed like an innocent angel. The moon finds her sleeping form, illuminating that golden hair of hers that got me in trouble since the moment I saw her. And even now, angry at the audacity of her to utter such words and terrified of the reaction I feel when it comes to the meaning behind them, I want to go to her, hug her and kiss every inch of her body.

  In three months, this girl has reached inside me and managed to hold a piece of me that I have never willingly given. When I took her from her parents, I thought I’d be the one who was going to do all the taking; yet, she surprised me. Just like she surprised me with her love of depravity that must have been just simmering under her innocent and pure outlook.

  With a strangled sigh, I realize what I have to do.

  I need to put a stop to her hold on me. I have to take the control back and remind myself she’s just a piece of ass I like to thrust my cock into. I have to remind myself she is nothing but a piece of merchandise with a price tag on her.

  Standing, I grab my phone and dial the person I don’t want to fucking deal with. Just when I’m about to end the call, the line connects.

  “Luca? Do you know what time it is?” His sleepy voice drips with annoyance.

  “Sorry to wake you up from your beauty sleep, Arthur,” I answer with sarcasm in my voice.

  “What do you want?”

  Closing my eyes for a second to force myself to do the right thing, I take a deep breath. “The girl you added to the auction, move her to the top.”

  The line goes silent, and I wait. I know he heard me.

  “The top?” He finally breaks his silence.

  “Yes. Problem?”

  “No problem. I just wonder if she’s that good or if you’re in too deep.”

  I swallow at how close he hits the target. “Well, don’t be then. Keep your questions to yourself.”

  “This isn’t my first rodeo, you know?” He chuckles, and I want to punch the smug look on his face that I’m certain he possesses.

  “Do what I say, will you?”

  “Sure. Consider it done. Just make sure to keep her virginity intact. I’m assuming she is and you didn’t fuck it up.”

  “She is.”

  “Okay. She’s now the top prize of the auction. The wolves will be drooling over her.”

  I hate the sound of that and I want to call it off, but instead, I end the call and walk back inside the bedroom.

  When I get into bed, she turns toward me and rests her head against my chest. There’s a suffocating feeling inside my ribcage, but I force it away.

  “Luca,” she breathes out and nuzzles into my chest.

  Smoothing a hand over her hair, I kiss the top of her head.

  “I don’t like when you call yourself a monster,” she mutters in a sleepy voice.

  I frown before realization dawns on me. She means what I said earlier.

  You don’t only lure monsters close to you; you also go to bed with them.

  I feel an ache in my chest, and this time, I welcome it. She doesn’t think I’m a monster, but she’s a fool. I am a monster, and I deserve all the pain.

  I press my lips against her head once more. “Sleep, my diamond.”

  She sighs. “Why do you call me diamond?”

  I smile up at the ceiling and play with the ends of her hair, twirling the soft curls around my fingers. “Because diamonds brought you to me.”

  My smile dies when the next thought hits me.

  And diamonds will take you away.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Ramona

  Since the day Luca introduced me to such dark and addicting pleasure, life in this penthouse has been like a fairy tale. Luca has been the same brooding, gorgeous man I first met, but now under that dark look, there is affection.

  He looks at me with so much passion and warmth I have to remind myself in real life people don’t fall in love this easily.

  As I finish my lap in the pool and stand at the edge where the terrace ends, I look down to the world below us. I don’t see anyone from this height, yet as I float above everything, I can’t help but feel like a Greek goddess watching the mortals from Olympus.

  When I feel the prickling sensation that makes me aware of every nerve ending in my body, I know Luca is watching me. I turn to meet his eyes, and that’s when he stretches out his hand for me to take.

  “It’s getting late, and we have somewhere to be,” he murmurs.

  Yes, the Christmas ball.

  I hold his hand and allow him to pull me out of the pool. The sudden cold outside pricks at my skin, but with my body pressed against his warm one, it cocoons me. I know I’m wetting the naked flesh on his chest, but when I attempt to move back, he presses me even closer. “I love seeing you in my pool, almost naked.” I let out a breath as his hands move down my spine to grab my ass and press me into his erection.

  “Yeah, I can feel how much you love it.”

  He chuckles and kisses me softly. I part my lips and pull his face closer to mine, but something doesn’t feel quite right. There is a strange desperation in his kiss. An edge and a tenderness I don’t understand. It’s been this way for the last two weeks. Since that first time he took me from behind. This change should feel good, considering how tender he is, but I don’t react to it that way. Every time he kisses me like this, I feel some kind of pain in my chest. Like he’s telling me something I can’t understand. Like he’s saying goodbye in every kiss and every look. With every tender touch, he is building an invisible wall between us. I want to hold onto him tighter and I want to cry. I want to beg him not to leave me after he gave me everything I crave.

  When our lips separate, though, I force a smile on my face, pushing away those depressing thoughts. My reactions to our situation, since he came into my life, have never made sense. And I’m sure this eerie feeling inside me is nothing.

  I look at my reflection in the mirror and smile. Just like my thoughts on the terrace earlier, I look and feel like a Greek goddess.

  My hair falls in soft curls over my back. And the white fabric of my dress gives a healthy glow to my tanned skin, after spending days outside in the sun. I like the soft makeup I put on. It makes me look innocent, and I know how much Luca likes it that way.

  I touch the gold olive branch accessory that holds my white dress on my shoulder. The white chiffon falls over my skin effortlessly, sitting in the right places to accentuate my curves. I’m not wearing any underwear, and that makes me want to smirk. I can’t stop thinking about how good it would feel having Luca against me. And I can’t wait for him to peel it off of me later tonight and finally take me the way we’re both dying for.

  I don’t know why he’s still waiting to take my virginity, but I know tonight will be the night. I can feel it, and I’m crazy for that moment to come.

  With a smile on my face, I step out of the bedroom and walk into the living room area. I find him sitting on the barstool, drinking his amber liquid. When his eyes turn to me, I hold my breath. His gaze moves over me in a searing look, and when he strolls toward me, I bite my lip.

  He stands right in front of me. He doesn’t touch me, but his warmth surrounds me in the most tempting way.

  His hands finally come to stop on my waist and I exhale with relief. When he touches me, everything is right in the world.

  He nuzzles my jaw and my neck, before whispering, “You look like a dream.”

  Smiling at him, I hit his chest. “Don’t distract me. I have a ball to go to with a very handsome man.”

  “Handsome man, hmm? I should find him and punch his handsome face,” he gruffs.

 
“Are you jealous, Mr. Caruso?”

  A dark look passes over his face. For a second, it seems like a mixture of fury and anguish, but it passes so quickly, I can’t be sure.

  “I’ll kill whoever touches you,” he promises or maybe threatens. I shouldn’t like the violent jealousy and possessiveness he has over me, but I do.

  Lifting myself on my tiptoes, I kiss his lips. He doesn’t miss a moment to deepen the kiss, and I taste the bitter alcohol on his tongue.

  “Don’t worry, this girl wants only one man and he’s standing right in front of her.”

  He closes his eyes at my words, and his body tenses against mine. When I touch his cheek, he stops my wrist and kisses my knuckles. “Let’s go. We don’t want to be late.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Luca

  I can’t back out.

  This is the last year, and I can’t fuck it up.

  I won’t jeopardize my father’s name for… for a girl.

  No matter how breathtaking she looks. No matter how amazing she makes me feel. No matter how much she feels like the perfect match for me. For my dark desires. A perfect partner to receive all the pain I’ll dish out until I finally give her the pleasure she seeks.

  I look at her relaxed form resting under my arm in the limo taking us to the mansion. Her face fits perfectly against my chest, her body molds against my side like she was made just for me. And I try to push all these feelings and thoughts aside. But it’s harder than I thought it would be. Much harder when the girl next to me manages to surprise me at every turn since I first saw her.

  I smile, remembering that day in the club. With her roller skates on and her sultry voice filling the space, I should’ve known that she was so much more than a beautiful woman. She takes as much as she gives. She smiles as much as she makes me smile. And I hate her for it.

  I realize if I let her, she can ruin me. Just like my mom ruined my father. And I won’t let her. I can’t.