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

by Felicity Brandon

  But for all of that, she was also still angry with Ethan. Furious actually. He’d killed Jody, for no better reason than because he was pissed off with Lily, and he could get away with it. Lily couldn’t reconcile that, and she wasn’t sure she could forgive, and straining against the ropes futilely, Lily knew her initial response had been correct. She would have gone to the police, and given the chance, she still would.

  “Ah, you say that now,” he purred, interrupting her thought process. “But just you wait, Mrs. Reilly. I’ll help you change your mind on that score. Soon, the last thing you’ll be thinking about is justice for Jody.”

  Lily lifted her head from the covers, catching the glint in Ethan’s eyes.

  “What are you going to do, sir?’ she gasped.

  It wasn’t the first time she’d asked, but somehow, Ethan never seemed to give a decent answer.

  He threw her one of those devastating smiles—the ones that took her breath away.

  “Let’s start by consummating this marriage, shall we?”

  Her knees closed at his statement, though Lily didn’t know why. It was obvious Ethan was going to have his way, and anyway, it wasn’t like she didn’t like the idea.

  “Like this?” she panted, yanking at the ropes again.

  Ethan landed on the bed over her body. “Absolutely like that,” he affirmed. “And don’t forget how you address me, wife.”

  She sighed. How could she forget? “Yes, sir.”

  Her tone was surprisingly petulant considering the circumstances, and he grinned at the response.

  “You are in the mood to play, aren’t you?”

  “No, sir,” she huffed. “I was in the mood to go the hotel you had in mind and do things properly—for once.”

  Ethan’s gaze narrowed. “You’ll get what you’re given, and you’ll be bloody thankful for it.”

  Lily’s heart raced at his growled reply, but there was little time to muse on it. Ethan was on her, guiding her legs up and over his shoulders before his already hard length edged at her entrance. Apparently their first time as a married couple was to be as crude and unceremonious as possible.

  “Tell me you want it,” Ethan snarled as he edged his cock slowly into her wet pussy.

  She sighed at that, infuriated with herself for being so horny all the time, and enraged with his arrogance. “Will it make any difference if I didn’t? Sir?”

  “The way you answer to me now will make a difference in how I choose to treat you later, little one,” he told her in a chilling tone.

  Instinctively, Lily tensed at the sound, squeezing the couple of inches of his erection that was already lodged in place. Gazing up at him, she could barely process the myriad of emotions she was feeling, let alone understand them.

  “I want you, sir.”

  She forced the words from her mouth, although in reality, they were the truth. Even after Jody—after the threats—her body still craved him.

  What was wrong with her?

  There was silence for a moment. The only sound in the air was Lily’s ragged breaths, and all the while their gazes locked as Ethan impaled her sex. Lily’s mouth parted like a reflex, a low gasp of satisfaction emanating around her as her husband began to move.

  “Love me, or hate me, you’re mine, Mrs. Reilly.”

  He lowered his face in her direction as he spoke, those blue eyes unrelenting in the hold they had over her.

  “I know,” she panted as he slammed back inside her pussy again. “I know, sir.”

  Ethan’s lips grazed her mouth, the soft hair at his face tickling her chin as he withdrew and then filled her balls deep again. “And you always will be. You know that don’t you?”

  Lily’s eyes fluttered closed at the sensation of his body entwined with hers, his words equally fuelling her desire. The position he had her in was bloody intense, and somehow, he seemed deeper inside her than he had maybe ever been. It was a fitting analogy for the desperate position Lily now found herself in—married to a man who took whatever he wanted at will—and yet she was still utterly crazy about him. She pushed her hips north to meet Ethan’s next lunge, his body skimming her throbbing clitoris as he possessed her over and over.

  “Lily.”

  Her eyes flew open at his demanding tone, their connection heightened as he looked down into her face.

  “Answer me.”

  She gasped at the command, completely caught in the web Ethan created. He was forcing her closer to orgasm with each new thrust, yet she went there willingly—throwing herself into the hedonism with more gusto than normal.

  “Yes, sir.” Lily’s voice was urgent, demonstrating exactly how she felt—as if he didn’t know already. “Yes, I’ll always be yours. Always.”

  Ethan yanked her legs from his shoulders, pushing his body closer to Lily’s as they descended to the covers. As soon as the weight of his powerful frame met her engorged clit, Lily’s pleasure peaked, her mind filling with fireworks while his lips crashed into hers.

  Ethan

  He kissed her with ferocity, allowing her spasming cunt to push his own climax to the fore—a task Lily performed unwittingly as she squirmed beneath his body. Panting down over her, Ethan rested his forehead against hers as he detonated. The meaning of the act wasn’t lost on him as the pleasure overwhelmed his senses. It was the first time he’d fucked Lily as his wife, and even though he’d plucked her virginity some time ago, it was no less significant. Now, she was really his—in the eyes of the law, as well as in their heads.

  “I love you.” The words tumbled from his lips as her beautiful pussy milked the last of his orgasm. “I want you to remember that in the days to come.”

  Lily’s eyes widened. Apparently, his words had not been reassuring, but frankly, that was tough shit. His little pet was in way too deep to worry about that now.

  “I…” She hesitated, her eyes darting around the room before they fell back to his face. “I love you, too, Ethan. Sir.”

  And that much at least was true. Ethan could sense it in all of Lily’s thoughts and actions. She did love him, even though it seemed she often didn’t understand why. That was problematic, but Ethan had a good idea that nothing he was going to do over the next few hours would help to dissuade her.

  “Good,” he told her, pinioning her with the full weight of his stare, as well as trapping her with his body. “Remember that, too.”

  Ethan moved then, sliding from her hot snatch, and collecting the remaining rope from the small beside table.

  “Sir?”

  He ignored Lily’s query as he settled back on the bed beside her.

  “I liked that position,” he announced, waving the rope in her line of sight. “A lot actually.”

  Lily inhaled, the trepidation obvious in her reply. “I did, too, sir.”

  Ethan grinned. “I’m pleased to hear it,” he informed her. “Because you’re going to be like it for a while, little pet.”

  She gritted her teeth at his edict, but Ethan didn’t wait for another response. He went to work at once, lifting her left leg and tipping her protesting body back until her ankle was positioned close to the place her wrist was already bound. Lily panted as he wound the rope around her ankle, and secured it directly to the length that already fettered her arms against the bed. Within a moment, both of her left limbs were bound in place.

  “How long will I have to stay like this?” she asked as he shifted his attention to the other side of her body, guiding her free ankle north to join the wrist in position.

  Lily didn’t fight him, but she equally did little to assist, and it took him a moment to get her just where he wanted her. By the time he’d finished, she was splayed wonderfully, her hips tipped backward, and her cunt and arse tantalizingly exposed to him.

  Fuck.

  Ethan’s recently replete cock swelled at the sight, and he took a moment to catch his breath. He could happily keep Lily bound like this for days.

  “Days?” Lily’s voice was shaky as she vocaliz
ed his thought. “But sir, I can’t stay here for that long. It’s too uncomfortable, and actually it’s quite difficult to breathe properly.”

  He shook his head at her rambling. Ethan was well aware of the pro’s and con’s of his desired position, but it was no longer up to Lily, and it was about time she recognized the fact. Reaching into the drawer, he pulled out the ball gag. Lily clocked it a moment later, her pants turning to desperate pleas that only made his erection grow.

  “It’s too late to complain, beautiful,” he told her as he forced the plastic ball into her protesting mouth. “You’re my wife now, and you need a good lesson in loyalty.”

  Chapter Forty-Six

  Lily

  Ethan secured the straps of the gag around her head with annoying ease, the jerky movements she made only earning Lily four swift swats on her upturned arse cheek. She was still panting as he shifted away to assess his handiwork, her heart thundering at the sadistic grin that spread across his face. If there was any doubt about how much her new husband was reveling in her complete helplessness, then his massive cock reinforced the point.

  Ethan had her where he wanted her, and now Lily was truly at his mercy.

  She never saw the first strike, Lily’s attention was back on the ceiling by then, and she was trying to rationalize how on earth she could remain bound like this for any real period of time. The sound met her ears first, and then the pain resonated as the full weight of his palm crashed down against one, and then her other vulnerable cheek. Lily screeched into the plastic shoved into her mouth, her eyes wide with accusations.

  “I know Jody was your friend,” Ethan told her in an incredulous tone. “But your loyalty remains with me, little one. I’m your husband and I demand it. Now and always.”

  He sent his hand down hard against her behind again, catching her sitting spot over and over as he punctuated his point by peppering her arse further.

  “Have. You. Got. It?”

  Lily glared at him, furious with his sentiment, but knowing full well that she would have to concede if she ever wanted the use of her limbs back again.

  Yes! The thoughts resounded around her head like a siren. Yes, I get it!

  “Sir,” he reminded her with another sharp swat.

  She closed her eyes for a moment as the hurt washed over her. Sir.

  “Your desire to confess has caused me a few problems, Lily.” Ethan leaned over her bound body as he made the statement. “And in turn, it has caused you a few problems, too.”

  Lily gasped as best she could around the plastic ball in her mouth. It was a humbling and downright humiliating experience to be held this way.

  I’m sorry. And she was genuinely starting to think she was. Lily had been brought up well. She understood the difference between right and wrong, and so she’d wanted justice for her friend. But she hadn’t contemplated Ethan’s reaction. Stupid really, when she already knew the kind of man he was…

  “You’re sorry now,” he agreed, reinforcing her thought process. “And no doubt you’ll be even more sorry when I’m finished with you.”

  Finished with her? Lily’s body tensed at his choice of words. What the fuck did that mean?

  “Not what you’re thinking,” Ethan assured her, if being manhandled this way could constitute such an assurance. “My killing days are through, Lily. Jody was the last, and you’re the reason why. I can’t be that person anymore. Not if I’m going to be your husband.”

  Lily’s heart raced at his words, the tension in her belly tightening further in spite of his assertion.

  But this is okay, sir? Lily’s thoughts demanded. You can tie me up like this and do whatever you like, and that’s okay?

  His eyebrow rose at that. “Of course that’s okay. You’re mine now—you know that—and furthermore, I know you’re fucking loving it.”

  She blanched, the sense of dread mingling with that ever constant arousal he inspired.

  “As I thought,” Ethan mused aloud, his voice practically gleeful at her silent admission. “I bet if I was to play with your pussy right now, it would be soaking for me. Even wetter than it was just a moment ago.”

  Lily squeezed her eyes shut with shame. He was right, and she knew without needing to touch herself just how excited the bondage made her.

  “So, enough with the protests,” he told her flatly. “You’re never going to be able to claim you were taken against your will, little one, either literally or sexually.”

  But, I was taken against my will, she insisted, meeting his gaze again as she projected the complaint. You brought me up here bound in the back of your car as I recall, sir?

  Lily was used to using the title now, but resentment still swelled at the fact she had no choice but to.

  “No one will believe that,” he informed her. “We checked in as a happy couple, staying here for no less than three weeks so we could get married. The McManuses know that, and so do the folk at the blacksmiths where the wedding took place. A marriage that you consented to, I might add—of your own free will.”

  Damn it, everything Ethan said was accurate, and the sinking feeling in Lily’s stomach told her that he knew it. They were married now, and she had wanted it. Strangely, on some level, she still did. She loved Ethan, and she relished all the glorious debauched ways he made her feel, but she didn’t love everything about him. She didn’t revel in his dark side—that menacing part that gloried in the ability to exert power over other people. The part that had snubbed out countless lives with no regard whatsoever.

  So, now what?

  Lily didn’t know if she was actually asking the question of him, or herself, but it flitted through her mind nonetheless.

  “So, now I make you pay for your bout of disloyalty.” His voice was cold as he pronounced the verdict. “Enough to make you realize the consequences of your actions.”

  She wanted to roll her eyes at that, but decided it wasn’t a wise idea in the circumstances. The enforced position was already uncomfortable, and the ropes at her wrists and ankles were beginning to chafe against her flesh. This wasn’t like the ways Ethan had restrained her before. This was hard and uncompromising. Much like his apparent mood, and pissing him off any more would certainly be a bad idea.

  Another spanking, then?

  She wasn’t sure if the dry tone came over to him, but the way Ethan’s eyes narrowed made her shudder in the ropes.

  “Oh no,” he assured her in a foreboding tone. “I have something else in mind for you, young lady.”

  Ethan

  She was a vision bound and splayed before him, like a gift from all those Gods he’d never believed in. Unthinkingly, he closed his eyes and descended in the cloud of her thoughts, smiling at the disarray he found. All of the emotions Ethan had sensed before were still there—the fear of the very real threat he posed, the umbrage she felt at the way he was treating her, and the simmering well of arousal which was so tantalizingly easy to swell into outright desire. Lily was his alright—putty in his hands—and right now that putty was writhing wonderfully in his bondage.

  “Comfortable?”

  He could barely resist the sardonic quip which escaped his lips at the look of her.

  Lily huffed through the plastic. No, I’m bloody not. Sir.

  “Tough,” he practically sneered. “Because that’s where you’re staying until I decide what to do with you. Right where I can see you, and of course, right where I can take what belongs to me—whenever I choose.”

  She squirmed harder at his words, her pretty features clenching into an ugly ball as the realization washed over her.

  “Speaking of which, all that struggling is giving me a hard on again.”

  Her eyes widened at his words, a delicious expression of concern and lust painting her face. Ethan could understand why. Lily had every right to be worried.

  “And since I just had that gorgeous pussy, I’m going to have to claim that arse again, aren’t I, little pet?”

  Her thoughts scattered at that, her
dismay evident from both her physical and mental responses. Ethan had a hunch that Lily had enjoyed the times he’d fucked her arse, but he also knew she’d found the act rather uncomfortable and overwhelming. He grinned as that concept resonated. Uncomfortable and overwhelming sounded just about perfect for this moment.

  “Are you up for it?”

  Not that it mattered either way, of course, but he was so enjoying tormenting her with the notion. Ethan eased his pants down to his hips, pinioning the restless Lily with his gaze the whole time.

  Not like this, sir. Please.

  “Why not like this?” he demanded. “This is perfect. Look how pliant you are to my needs.”

  She bit down at the plastic, as though she was trying to repress whatever thought had crept into her head. The idea made Ethan smile. Lily was learning to shield her deliberations from him. She really was a fast learner. It was something to envy in many ways—something to cherish at another time, but now it just added fuel to his fire. If Lily thought she could hide anything from Ethan now, then she was kidding herself.

  It’s so awkward like this. Lily’s thoughts faded as she drew in a deep breath. I don’t like it.

  Good.

  The thought was immediate, and Ethan could tell she heard it by the new tension in her limbs.

  Good? Sir?

  “I want it like this,” he confirmed out loud this time. “I don’t want you to like this, Lily.”

  You’re punishing me.

  It wasn’t presented as a question, more as a statement of fact.

  “You’re damn right I am. I already told you as much, and you deserve it.”

  She blinked rapidly at his response, and within a moment tears collected in those forest green eyes. She wanted to cry about it. So be it. There had been plenty of tears in the past, and Ethan had the feeling there would be many more in the future. They didn’t do much to rouse him, but he wasn’t averse to them either. He had seen enough of them in the past to convince him he might even be immune to tears.