Her Knightmare

by Sam Crescent

  She knew what he did on a regular basis, and, being home while he was putting his life at risk, she would go insane.

  He was her life.

  Her parents had wanted her to move back home, but she refused. She didn’t want to go back home. The last time she visited them she told them she loved Dwayne. Of course, they didn’t think it was love but had to do with the fact that he’d come for her when no one else did. They didn’t seem to understand that she’d been falling in love with him for a long time.

  Yes, he was a monster.

  Yes, he killed people.

  He was so many bad things rolled into one package, but she knew the real man. Not the man that could kill a dozen people without caring. She knew he was a good man, someone who at times had nightmares about his past.

  She was pleased his father was dead as she’d woken up the other night to hear Dwayne whimpering, begging for him to stop, twitching in such a way that she knew he was being whipped in the dream. It had broken her heart to witness. When she finally got him awake, he’d held her tightly, kissing her, and it wasn’t long before he was making love to her. She’d been able to chase the nightmares away for him, and it had twisted her heart so much.

  There was a knock at her window, and she gasped as she looked up to see Dwayne by her passenger window. Flicking open the locks, he climbed inside, taking a seat beside her.

  “What are we doing?” he asked.

  “How did you know where I was?”

  “I put a tracker on your cell phone, car, and also in your bag so I know where you are at all times.”

  “Holy crap! Like, really!” She turned to look at him, not sure if she was happy or angry at him.

  “Yes, I told you I’d do whatever I could to protect you. You also have a guard, but seeing as you didn’t see him, I’m not telling you who he is.”

  She couldn’t believe he was saying this, but she didn’t argue.

  “So, why are you here?” he asked.

  Charity laughed. “Believe it or not, it’s the exact day of the month you came for me.”

  “I know, which is why I got you this.” He held out a small velvet box, and her heart started to pound.

  “I didn’t get you anything.”

  “Finding you is all the gift I need.”

  She opened the box, and there was a ring nestled in the dark fabric. She didn’t know what to say. It was so beautiful.

  “I was hoping you’d consider marrying me, Charity. I did have a big dinner planned. A fancy restaurant, nice wine, we could talk, but then … you didn’t come home, and you came here.”

  “You want to marry me?”

  “I’m in love with you, Charity. Have been for a long time now. I know I’m not the most ideal person to have as a husband, but I promise you that there will never be another woman for me. I love you more than anything in the world, and if you give me the chance, I know I’ll be here for you, always. You’ll want for nothing in your life.”

  “Yes,” she said.

  “What?”

  “I said yes.”

  “But, I have dinner set up at home.”

  “I don’t care. I love you too.” She reached over and caressed his face. “So much, I love you.” She chuckled. “Even if this isn’t the most romantic place, to me it’s perfect.”

  “A good memory from a bad place?” he asked.

  “Yes. I’ll always remember this moment, no matter what.”

  He sank his fingers into her hair and kissed her hard. She melted against him, knowing that it didn’t matter if he was the worst romantic in the world. Dwayne made her feel alive. He gave her so much, and there was no way she was ever going to let that feeling go, not even for a second.

  ****

  Charity released a gasp, and Dwayne smiled as he spread the cheeks of her ass. All day long he’d been tasting cakes, and even though he’d picked the lemon cake, she’d gone for the vanilla. Of course, both cakes tasted amazing together, and as his treat for allowing her to join the two together, he’d asked to take her ass, the only place he’d not been allowed to go.

  Of course, he’d been prepping her for this for a few weeks now, maybe even longer, but he couldn’t get enough of her ass. Today had been a good day. He, Beast, and Caleb had a meeting with the leader of the gang he’d recognized from the footage of the gravesite that he’d secretly installed and didn’t allow the police to see. They were known for killing people and burying them. Striking a deal meant they were going to take care of the man bringing heat from the law enforcement.

  She moaned as he slid his fingers down the seam of her ass, pressing against her little asshole. Grabbing the lube, he slicked up her anus, coating his fingers to coat her puckered hole.

  The tight ring of muscles kept him out, but he pushed past to fill her ass. She cried out, and he thrust his finger in and out of her, spreading her open. It wasn’t long before he added a second finger and started to stretch her out even more.

  “You want my dick, baby?” he asked.

  “Will it fit? I know how big you are.”

  He chuckled. “We’ll take it slow.”

  His cock was already covered in a condom and slicked up with lube. Putting the tip against her ass, he pulled out his fingers and, holding his length, he began to press against her ass.

  Her hands gripped the sheet beneath her. The glint of the ring he’d given her caught his attention.

  Charity belonged to him, and their wedding prep was going really well. Caleb and Beast had been surprised by his announcement. Of course, Hope and Faith had soon taken Charity under their wings, and been more than happy to help with the wedding prep. While she was focused on getting married, he didn’t have to worry about her wanting to take a job. Of course, there would come a time when she’d want to go out to work, but for now, he was happy keeping her close.

  Once he got past those tight muscles, she gasped, and her hand lifted for him to stop, and she whimpered. He stroked her back, giving her time to get accustomed to his dick in her ass.

  Slowly, her hand lowered, and inch by inch, he thrust inside her. It took all of his control not to fuck her hard and to take her ass, claiming her completely as his woman. He wouldn’t hurt her though. He couldn’t hurt her.

  Seated to the hilt in her ass, he gripped her hips, holding her tight against him, giving her a few seconds.

  “You have no idea how hot this is, seeing your ass open, taking my cock. How does it feel?”

  “Weird, good, bad, I don’t know. It’s … I don’t want you to stop.”

  “Good, because I have no intention of stopping.” He slowly eased out of her ass until only the tip of him was inside her.

  When he thrust back inside, they both cried out together.

  “Fuck, you feel good,” he said.

  “Yes, yes.” She reached back, and he caught her hand, holding her as he took her ass, thrusting in deeply, watching his cock as she opened up around his dick. Holding both of her hands at the base of her back, he reached between her thighs and started to stroke her clit. “Oh, my.”

  “Fuck, yeah, baby, I want you to scream for me. Don’t hold back. Give me everything that you’ve got. You like that?”

  “Yeah.”

  He slid his fingers down into her pussy before drawing them back to tease her clit. He wanted to hear her scream for him. Kissing her neck, he felt her ass squeezing him. Closing his eyes, he focused on her, wanting to hear her come, to hear her scream before he even thought about his own pleasure.

  Her orgasm built, and he didn’t rush it, stroking her clit, building up the pleasure until she screamed his name, moaning, whimpering, thrusting back against his cock. While she was coming, he began to thrust inside her. He kept on teasing her clit at the same time as riding her ass.

  Her asshole tightened around him, his own pleasure building. When he brought her down from her release, he cupped her hips and started to thrust, taking her just a little harder, going a little deeper each time until he was sl
iding balls deep within her, keeping her in place, holding her steady as he fucked her. He couldn’t get enough of her curves, her body. He wanted to own every single inch of her. To claim her as his always.

  Soon, you will.

  She’ll have your name.

  Your kid.

  Everything.

  “I love you, Charity. So fucking much,” he said.

  “I love you too. More than anything in the world.”

  It was those words that threw him over the edge, and he came with a growl, pumping his cum into the condom, and holding her close as he did.

  Chapter Twelve

  “You’re settling down,” Caleb said. “How did that happen? When did The Nightmare become a husband? A fiancé? All that good stuff.”

  Dwayne rolled his eyes as he looked at his uncle. “You sound jealous.”

  “Nah, he’s not jealous, he’s just worried that he’s going to have to pick up the slack when you go on your honeymoon,” Beast said. “Do you know where you’re going?”

  “Not a clue.” Dwayne stared at his reflection. The tailor would be back in no time to finish up his tux for the wedding. He’d not wanted to just buy any suit. This one felt special.

  “So, you really love her? I didn’t think you had a heart.”

  “I have a heart, Caleb. You just don’t always get to see it.” He smiled at his uncle. He and Caleb had that love/hate relationship. There were times they hated each other, but they always had each other’s back. He wouldn’t let anything happen to Caleb or to Beast. “Yes, I love her. I’m not marrying her to fill some void or whatever. I love her more than anything in the world. Being without her, it was like a part of me was missing.”

  “That we can understand,” Beast said. “I wouldn’t be anywhere without Hope.”

  “Neither I with Faith. They certainly came into our lives with a bit of a shock.” Caleb stood up and circled Dwayne. “Marriage is a big step though. You’ve not dated a woman before in your life.”

  “I’ve been dating Charity for some time now. There hasn’t been any other woman for me and there never will.”

  “Does she know everything that you do? The killing?” Caleb asked. “Some women will find that hard to deal with.”

  “Charity will surprise you. She knows what I do and what I’m capable of doing. She’s seen it firsthand, and without me being who I am, she wouldn’t have ever gotten free.”

  “I get that, Dwayne, but this life is not for everyone. I just want to make sure you’ve been up front and honest with her about everything,” Caleb said, the concerned uncle suddenly stepping up.

  “I have. She knows everything.”

  “I don’t keep secrets from Hope. They’re the curse of a marriage. Once you start lying there’s no way out, and besides, when you’re with the right woman, it doesn’t matter what you do. Love is more important,” Beast said.

  Dwayne wasn’t about to upset him on that score. He believed that honesty was indeed the best policy, but he also knew that sometimes the truth can unravel every single couple. He’d be honest with Charity, but he would always make sure he knew her thoughts as well. This marriage, he wanted it to work. He liked waking up in the morning, Charity in his arms, the sun shining on both of them. There were moments when he truly believed he’d fallen in love with an angel. When they were apart, he wanted to be with her.

  She was looking for places to work and colleges to attend, and the fact he got to help her with that meant everything to him. The little moments they shared, like the food fight they had; they’d burst out laughing because they had to clean up their apartment.

  The fact she always came back on a Saturday from doing laundry, and he’d watch her fold it or iron it.

  The small domestic things that he once didn’t think had any place in his world were some of what he lived for.

  When they were married, and after their honeymoon, he wanted to go house hunting. That wasn’t a huge need until they started a family, and Charity wasn’t ready to start a family yet. Even though she loved kids and had become close with Hope and Faith, she didn’t want to start having babies immediately.

  He didn’t completely mind that either as he wanted to spend some time with her first before they had kids. Children would draw her away from him at times, and even though he did want to see a tiny Charity or a tiny son running around, he could wait.

  With Charity, he’d wait forever. She was worth waiting for.

  Patience was one of his strong suits when he needed it.

  For the next hour he stood in one place as the tailor made changes to the length, and used his tape measure. Staring in the mirror, Dwayne tried to keep his impatience in check. He hated standing for so long while another man touched him, even if it was for a suit.

  This is for your wedding. It’ll be fine.

  However, by the time the tailor said he’d have everything done for when he needed, Dwayne couldn’t wait to get the fuck out of there.

  After changing back into his clothes, he met Beast and Caleb on the street.

  “Are you guys ready to go? Charity wants me to pick out some flowers next.” He pulled out his cell phone and saw there wasn’t a message from his woman. She wanted to meet him at the florist.

  Glancing up he saw Caleb and Beast looking a little worried.

  “What’s up with you two? I’ve not killed anyone today or when that guy was taking forever!”

  Beast turned his cell phone around, and Dwayne’s world shattered.

  ****

  An hour earlier

  “Are you sure you don’t want company?” Hope asked.

  Charity smiled as she crossed the road. She knew it wouldn’t be long before it was Dwayne’s birthday, and she had sneaked out of the apartment, hoping to get something that he wouldn’t know about. She still didn’t know where her guard was nor could she spot him in a crowd, but she knew without a doubt he was there. Dwayne didn’t say stuff he didn’t mean, and she liked that about him.

  There was no bullshit when it came to him.

  “Nah, you told me when his birthday was, and I don’t get why he doesn’t celebrate it.”

  “I know. He’s a pain in the ass when he wants to be, but Beast always buys him a present. He doesn’t like his day to be a big deal. I’ll make him a cake, and he always stops by for dinner.”

  “I better go. I’ll talk soon.”

  “Okay.”

  She was going to make Dwayne like his birthday. There was no way that she wasn’t going to celebrate his day. He meant a great deal to her, and that meant birthdays were really important.

  “Take care,” she said, disconnecting the call.

  Walking down the street, she hummed to herself, glancing at a couple of the windows to see if there was anything that screamed for it to be Dwayne’s.

  As she passed an alleyway, she glanced down at her cell phone, and someone covered her mouth. His hold was so tight that it scared her instantly. Dropping her cell phone to the ground, she tried to fight, but whoever had taken her had shocked her. She did everything Dwayne told her not to do. There was no one else in sight, and the man pulled her into the alleyway.

  Screaming against his hand, she tried to fight him, clawing at his hands, but he wouldn’t let go. She tried to fling her head back to stop him from taking her.

  Dwayne’s warnings in her head, and as she stamped her foot down on her assailant’s, he released her long enough to get away. Just as she was about to scream, her hair was pulled, and she whimpered. She was thrown against the car, her face slammed against the hood. She felt a little dizzy, and as she was dumped inside the trunk of a car, he punched her in the face, stopping her from attacking him as she covered her head.

  Pain exploded behind her ears, and suddenly she was in the dark. She didn’t know how much time had passed before she realized she was in the trunk of a car and that it was moving. She whimpered and started to attack the hood. It was so dark and so tight. Her heart raced as she kept slamming her hand
to the hood.

  “Let me out. Let me out. He’ll come for you if something happens to me. He’ll come and he’ll kill you. Dwayne! Dwayne!” She screamed his name, hoping that he’d come for her, that he’d save her.

  She cried out as they moved over a bump in the road.

  She curled up into a ball, and sobs tore from her throat as she realized that Dwayne was at a fitting for his tux. She covered her face with her hands.

  “Please, Dwayne. Please, come for me.”

  She didn’t know who this man was or why he’d taken her. She didn’t care either. Dwayne would come. She knew he would. There was no way he wouldn’t. He loved her, and if anything was to happen to her, he wouldn’t stop until his kind of justice had been served.

  They were supposed to be checking flowers today.

  Their wedding was only a couple of weeks away. Beast’s yard was already getting transformed so they could get married there.

  Dwayne had told her how much he’d come to love Beast’s yard when his uncle first took him. For hours at a time, he’d lie on the grass staring up at the stars. The love in his words had made it clear to her that Beast’s yard was where they were going to start the rest of their life.

  Closing her eyes, time passed, and throughout it all, she thought about Dwayne. She wanted to be with him more than anything. Her parents thought he was too old for her. To her, Dwayne was everything.

  The car suddenly came to a stop.

  She gasped, covering her mouth, finding it ridiculous that she was trying to be quiet. He already knew where she was. He’d taken her.

  Where was the guard that was supposed to be on her?

  She’d gotten too confident, believing she’d be safe with someone watching her.

  The trunk of the car opened up.

  “Hello, sweetheart. Did you have a nice ride?” he asked.

  She didn’t recognize the man at all. She’d never seen him before in her life. He wasn’t there when she’d been taken last year, nor was he someone she’d seen since.