Fallen: (A Psychological Dark Romance) (The Dark Necessities Prequels Book 2)

by Felicity Brandon

  “My, my, my, little lady,” he said with a grin. “Look at all those hot, slick juices over my morning fruit.”

  Ethan shot her a filthy smile, and he licked his lips as he drew the banana closer to his face, taking in the scent of her sex as it approached. Lily panted in response, her face flaming with her obvious shame, but he could also sense how excited she was, and how enthralling she was finding the show he was putting on for her.

  “I wonder how much better it tastes now?” he asked aloud as his gaze fell to the fruit again.

  And then, slowly—excruciatingly slowly—he brought the banana to his lips, taking a large bite of the end that he’d fucked Lily with. The taste of her arousal flooded the back of his throat as he chewed on the fruit, and Ethan’s free hand slid to his desperate erection out of instinct. Fuck, he couldn’t wait to get inside her. He had planned on starting by eating her sweet pussy, but since they had all day, he didn’t see any problem with taking what belonged to him again first. There would still be ample time to play the game of pleasure and denial.

  He took another huge bite of the fruit. This piece hadn’t really been inside her, but just the look of horrified embarrassment on Lily’s face made the gesture worthwhile. Then, tossing the remaining piece aside, he lunged for her scintillating body, landing in a press up position between her legs.

  “I need to have you.” His voice was like a throaty whisper, and she eyed him with desire as he positioned his cock against her sodden entrance.

  “Ohhh!”

  Lily called out against the gag as he plunged his hard shaft inside her. He’d wanted to take his time; to show restraint, but tormenting her had been even more fun than Ethan had imagined, and now his passion seemed a living, breathing thing of its own. And its hunger was urgent and consuming. Beneath him, Lily splayed herself still wider, showing her willingness to welcome his intrusion despite the ball between her teeth and the ropes at her wrists. Staring down into those green eyes, he saw the fire burning in her gaze—she wanted him as much as he wanted her—and even though this was supposed to be a punishment, her consent made him feel like a fucking king.

  “Fuck, you feel amazing,” he snarled into her ear as he planted a line of kisses at her nape. “Better than yesterday, Lily. Better than ever.”

  Ethan lifted his chin to find her eyes had fallen closed, though the tension in her pretty features still told him everything he needed to know—Lily was fucking loving this—almost as much as he was.

  Almost.

  He considered just spilling his seed into her right there and then. It was certainly a tempting proposition. Her cunt was so appealing, and its hot walls gripped his cock with everything she had, but there was somewhere else he wanted to try, and as that thought resonated, Ethan made up his mind. He withdrew slowly, the loss making her eyes flicker open as he rounded the bed to the place her head was rested. Ethan’s fingers went straight to the buckle at the back of her head, deftly releasing it, and drawing the straps gently away from her skin. There was a faint mark where the leather had been pressing against her face, but nothing that would cause any permanent damage.

  “Open up, beautiful.”

  As he gazed down at the woman who had single-handedly turned his world upside in just a matter of weeks, he wondered if beautiful was really the right adjective to use at a time like this. He was supposed to be punishing her—denying her—and making her think twice about ever trying anything so stupid again, but really, what else could he call her? Lily was truly beautiful, like one of those women in the glossy magazines Kitty sometimes liked to waste her money on, and yet she clearly had no idea how special she was. Nobody had ever told her. Until him.

  He tugged at the ball gently, surprised to find the thing still lodged between her teeth. For someone who had been so reticent to wear the gag in the first place, she was now apparently not keen to give the thing up. After a second, her jaw relaxed, and he eased the ball away, throwing it to the other side of the bed.

  “Ethan?” Her tone was almost as breathy as his. “Sir?”

  “I have something else for that mouth now,” he purred sensually as he climbed onto the bed next to her.

  Lily’s gaze fell over his engorged cock as though he had commanded her to do so, and he watched as she ran her tongue over her lower lip. Ethan knew she didn’t have much experience in this department, but he was more than willing to do the work this time.

  “Shall I open up again?” she whispered in what sounded like a sardonic tone.

  He grinned. “Right.”

  Her lips parted; her gaze flitting north to take in Ethan’s face as he lined his cock up by her mouth.

  “You have no idea how good you look like this.” Ethan shook his head as though he couldn’t believe it himself. “I am one lucky son of a bitch.”

  She panted in response, her eyes flaring at the compliment just as he pushed the crown of his shaft past her lips. The inside of Lily’s mouth was just as heavenly as he remembered, but this time, Ethan was so close to the precipice already, that he knew this wasn’t going to be about standing on ceremony. He wanted his orgasm, and he was going to fuck her face to get it.

  Lily

  Lily had never given much thought to being sexually dominated before she met Ethan. In fact, she’d never given much thought to sex, at all. Her parents would never have even mentioned the ‘s’ word, and if she’d have dared to, they’d have likely marched her to confession at once. And as for her friends, most of them were still as sexually inexperienced as she was, with the exception of Jody, who spoke about men as though they were nothing but disposable commodities. No, Lily had never considered what aroused her much before Ethan Reilly sauntered into her life, but as his imposing, muscular body loomed over her now, she wondered how she had ever lived without this in her life. Without him in her life.

  “Shall I open up again?” she murmured, ensuring she met the intensity of those deep blue eyes as she asked.

  The smile that lit his face made the whole world stop turning for a second. “Right,” he agreed, chuckling softly as her lips parted for his erection.

  She had caught sight of it a moment ago, and Lily knew from just the color and the size that he must be really close to his climax. She had never seen the thing so eager before.

  “You have no idea how good you look like this.” His voice sounded almost pained as he made the admission. “I am one lucky son of a bitch.”

  If she could have smiled then Lily surely would have done, but with her lips widely parted, it was impossible. It didn’t matter though. He was happy—her crazy, lunatic, serial killing boyfriend—or however the hell she was supposed to describe him these days, and for whatever reason, she was close to delirious. So far, the punishment had pushed her boundaries, but she had to admit it, she’d enjoyed almost all of it. Even the denigration of being penetrated by the banana, which had seemed so awful and consuming at the time, was just a hot memory now, the thought making her pussy even wetter as his cock pushed past her lips.

  He filled her throat quickly, the sensation making her gag around the end of his shaft as he withdrew it again.

  “This is going to be hard and fast, little one,” he growled in what she assumed was supposed to be some sort of warning. “Remember, this is not about your pleasure.”

  Lily blinked up at him, unable to respond vocally even if she had wanted to, but she didn’t. There was nothing to say, because she knew Ethan’s words were true. As his cock began to pick up its pace in her mouth, all Lily could think about was bringing Ethan the pleasure he sought.

  And the possibility that sometime soon she might be permitted some pleasure of her own.

  Chapter Eleven

  Ethan

  Lily took his cock admirably, and his balls tightened at just the look of her struggling around the shaft.

  “I’m going to come all over that pretty face,” he told her in a low, throaty whisper.

  Her eyes widened at that but to her credit, Lily di
dn’t try to dissuade him. He closed his eyes, capturing the mental image of the woman who’d become the center of his entire world as his climax neared. Tuning into her thoughts with ease, Ethan was consumed by the weight of her passion, and surprisingly perhaps, by just how much she wanted him to do what he’d threatened, and shoot his load all over her face. That thought was his undoing, and his eyes flew open just in time to see his cock in his hand, pumping his climax all over her ravishing lips and nose. It was like something from one of those blue movies he’d watched as a teenager, except this was so much better. This was him and Lily in all their glory, united in their hedonism.

  And the depravity had barely even begun.

  It took a moment for Ethan to compose himself, and he gripped on to the wooden bedstead for support as his senses slowly returned. Below him, the breathy pants of Lily kept a fast pace until her breathing began to settle into a more relaxed rhythm. Ethan’s gaze fell over her visage, now decorated with the evidence of his pleasure. The look of her almost made his cock harden again. There was silence as he lowered himself down over her bound body, shifting his fingers to wipe some of his cum from her face.

  “Clean this up,” he whispered in a seductive purr as he waved that same digit just above her lips.

  Lily’s mouth parted reflexively, the dark pupils of those green orbs dilating at the tone of his command, or perhaps it was just the command itself. Ethan couldn’t be sure.

  “Yes, sir,” she murmured, locking gazes with him as he lowered the finger between those soft, supple lips.

  The sensation as she sucked the cum from his finger made his throat dry. Fucking her face had been outstanding, and yet there was something sinfully sensual about this connection, too; the look in her eyes igniting a fresh fire in his groin. Lily was loving being his little captive, and based on the glow in her cheeks, she was rather enjoying the taste of his pleasure, as well.

  “Good, Lily,” he enthused as he eased the finger from the warmth of her mouth. “Do you like the taste of the man you belong to?”

  Her gaze widened at his description, but the small, mischievous smile at her lips reassured Ethan that she wasn’t perturbed by it too much. “Yes, sir,” she replied, her tone still raspy. “I suppose I do now, don’t I?”

  Ethan laughed gently, stroking the soft strands of her hair away from her eyes. “Yes, you do,” he confirmed. “And you always will.”

  Lily swallowed at that. “You’re sure?”

  “Absolutely certain,” he told her with a firm nod of his head.

  Ethan lowered his face until it was only a few inches above her lips again, and suddenly the urge to kiss Lily was compelling.

  “You’ve seen it?” she asked. “In your visions, sir?”

  “Yes.” He paused as he gazed down into those mesmerizing eyes. They really were the most fabulous green Ethan had ever seen. “My visions gave me an indication, but it’s more than just that. I feel it, little one, don’t you?”

  She tilted her head back against the pillow, lifting herself north to graze her mouth against the stubble of his chin. In the haze of the last few days, Ethan hadn’t even thought to shave, and he smiled at the sensation of her mouth against the hair.

  “Yeah,” she agreed as she collapsed back against the pillow again. “I feel it, sir.”

  He smiled at her wryly. “You are becoming a naughty little imp, Lily.”

  That made her giggle. “I guess that’s why I’m here tied to the bed, sir.”

  “Right,” he replied with a laugh. “It is. It’s why I’m going to torment you all fucking day.”

  Lily gasped at that, as though she’d forgotten the whole punishment aspect of why she was there. “I know.” Her voice was strained again. “I deserve it.”

  “Yes, you, do,” he breathed, punctuating each new word with a kiss at her neck. “And I will make you pay, beautiful, but I want you to remember one thing while I do.”

  A soft moan escaped her lips as he nibbled hungrily at the lush skin of Lily’s neck. “What?”

  Ethan’s gaze flitted north to Lily’s eyes, but he found them closed again. Even now, in the middle of a punishment her voice was demanding, and he shook his head at the idea.

  “Look at me.”

  He shifted his weight again, resting on his elbows as he stared down at her face. Lily looked a little weary still, and there was still evidence of his cum drying against her perfect skin, but she still looked hotter than any woman he’d ever seen before.

  Duly, those green eyes flickered back to focus on him, and she looked surprised to find him right there, with her once more.

  “Remember, I love you,” he told her. I love you, Lily.

  Lily bit her lip at his admission. “It makes no sense, but I know,” she replied. “And I know I love you, too, Ethan.”

  Sir.

  “Sir,” she corrected herself with a coy smile.

  He narrowed his eyes at her playfully, but grazed his mouth over her lips in response. “Better.”

  “But, how?” She blinked up at him, but it was the urgency in her query that really made Ethan pause.

  “How what?”

  “How can we love each other, sir?” Lily hesitated, her gaze taking in the whole of his face as she presumably tried to decide how to continue. “This is all so wrong.”

  “Why is it wrong?” Ethan had a pretty good idea what Lily was referring to, but still, if there really were to be no secrets between them, then it had to start here, with open communication. He might be able to read her thoughts, but he’d prefer not to have to do so all the time.

  “Doesn’t this feel right to you?” He nudged his semi-aroused cock against her thigh, watching at the way her lips curled at the sensation.

  “Yes,” she breathed. “That feels so right, sir.”

  Ethan smiled down at her. She was so fucking perfect—most of the time.

  “But us, sir. We’re not right. How can we be?”

  He drew in a breath. “Because you tried to kill me last night, you mean?”

  His tone was partly sardonic, and he offered her a wry smile as he asked the question, but there was a truth to his words. It still cut him to the core that his little Lily had even contemplated locking him into the cellar, let alone leaving him there.

  “Right.”

  Lily’s words were barely even a whisper. “That’s not me. Or, at least I didn’t think it was, but you’re right. I could have killed you.”

  Her voice broke as she conceded the point, and something about the sound drew his hand back to her face. Ethan stroked the side of her cheek soothingly.

  “But you didn’t,” he reminded her. “You had a temporary lapse of sanity.”

  She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment as the enormity of whatever emotions she was processing washed over her. “Is that what happened to you, sir?”

  Her words were tentative, and the apprehensive look in her eyes suggested Lily knew this was a dangerous line of questioning, but Ethan sensed she was going to pursue it regardless.

  “When I killed, you mean?”

  “Yes… sir.”

  Ethan blinked down at her. “Maybe,” he replied, but he knew that was a crock of shit, and Lily deserved better than that now.

  He had taken her from the life she knew, and God only knew if she could ever really return to it. He was all Lily had now, and she deserved the truth.

  “No,” he clarified. “No, that’s not true.”

  Ethan felt her body tense beneath him.

  “Then what?” she probed softly. “What happened? If it wasn’t impulsive, then how was it?”

  Lily blew out a large breath, and for a moment Ethan didn’t respond. He just gazed down into her compelling gaze, wondering at the magnetic connection between them. Somehow, he still couldn’t quite believe it, even though he had been the one to see it coming. He’d never bet on how fucking visceral the feeling would be, and how it would be able to bleed the truth from him with little more than a soft sigh. />
  “It was the opposite of compulsive,” he admitted, pinning her with a determined stare as he watched those words resonate.

  “The opposite?”

  She sounded a little fearful, and Ethan supposed he could hardly blame her for that. Lily was tied to the bed after all—his bed—the bed of a serial killer.

  “Mmmm,” he agreed, brushing his lips over her soft cheek. “Planned. I used to plan them all.”

  Until Jody, his mind continued, but those words never left his lips. Fleetingly, Ethan wondered if Lily had read the thought in his mind. She seemed to be getting better at being able to harness that ability, and the idea that she could have found out about her so-called friend’s fate that way troubled him. He knew that was ironic when he’d just lectured her about not keeping secrets, but there it was. That’s who he was. Ethan was a killer, and sometimes he was a hypocrite, too. One glance at Lily’s relaxed face persuaded him that she hadn’t read the thought, so he continued.

  “I know it sounds fucked up,” he whispered. “And it is, Lily. It is fucked up. I did horrible things for no good reason. I’m just… broken.”

  Lily gazed up at him. “So, why do I still love you?”

  Her voice sounded strangled, and he saw the first sign of tears welling in those beautiful eyes.

  “I don’t have an answer to that,” he ceded. “It’s sounds like bullshit, but all I can tell you is this—I am going to spend the rest of my life loving you, pleasuring, punishing and protecting you, Lily.”

  She was practically panting at his words. “Ethan, please,” she gasped. “I can’t—I’m sorry, but, I just can’t think about those things.”

  He lowered his face to her chin with a smile. Ethan could understand her response. Finding out how the rest of your life was going to pan out was more than most people could comprehend.

  “Too much?”

  She nodded, and he watched a solitary tear slide down the side of her face. His hand shifted gently to catch its pursuit.