Chapter 23

Sara

It was dark, so dark.

The screen.

The room.

But there was no doubt a monster had broken inside, a very human one with malintent in mind.

My scream was cut off, my breath ripped right from my lungs as I sailed over the back of the couch, the intruder coming with me. When he landed smack on top of me, he wasted no time yanking first one arm over my head then the other. And he was huge.

I squealed and squirmed, doing everything I could to fight him off.

"Don't move," the man said, the voice so deep and husky, the ringing in my ears so intense I had to struggle to hear what he was saying.

"No. Get off me. No!" I almost punched him in the face, which caused the intruder to growl.

He managed to snag both my wrists with one humongous hand, pinning both down with ease. The bastard said nothing as I pitched and tried to roll. After a few seconds of having the full and very heavy weight of his body on me, I was exhausted.

"What do you want? What?" The scent of bourbon flared in my nostrils, the odd combination of peppermint and cinnamon a sizzling mixture.

Suddenly, the scene in the movie changed, highlighting the face of my attacker.

My eyes opened wide. "Oh, you. Bastard!" I struggled harder, almost managing to knock him off. Him. The most handsome man in the world.

He grinned, but his eyes held an even stronger sense of seductive need than I'd seen before. I could also see a bump on his forehead, a single slight cut with blood trickling from the injury. "And you hit me with a bottle."

"Yeah, and I'd do it again. You snuck up on me. You bastard." I darted my eyes back and forth, trying to regain my ability to breathe and to calm down. I was tingling all over, far too electrified. And he sensed it, the man taking too many deep breaths because the desire that had exploded in me was already wafting between us. I wasn't entirely certain how that was possible.

"So you've said. My beautiful yet very bad girl." He switched his hand to wrap his long fingers around my throat, squeezing as he used his thumb to lift my chin. "I don't take kindly to being blindsided by anyone, including a beautiful lady."

I had a feeling he was going to punish me.

Instead, he crushed his lips against mine, keeping me pinned down as he shifted his hips back and forth. The moment felt chaotic, completely out of control. He'd managed to ignite a fire in me that I hadn't known was possible.

When he pulled away for just an instant, allowing us both to catch our breath, I searched for his lips in the intermittent darkness, longing to taste him for hours. While he was already rougher than he'd been before, his needs shoved aside for far too long, I also sensed this was a change in our relationship. How and what it meant I couldn't be certain, but I felt every touch, every tingling sensation as if for the first time.

He resumed the rough moment of passion, consuming me with his mouth and tongue, drinking from me as if I was the essence of life.

I was so aroused, even lying down I was lightheaded. He immediately thrust his tongue inside, sweeping it back and forth. There was an absolute urgency to what he was doing, his body explosively heated. I was thrown into a sweet fog, the longing for him over the last few days keeping the excitement building.

Somehow, I managed to wiggle just enough under him to cause friction, the sensations tearing through me like tiny pricks of sparks from a firecracker. I usually adored the taste of him, but on this night, he was simply scrumptious. I clenched my eyes shut, trying to absorb what was happening.

He'd lost all control. I had as well. We were two primal animals and within seconds, I was ready to tear off his clothes. With my hands free, I slid them over his shoulders, taking my time to finger and tug on his thick locks of hair.

He was hard, so much so the pressure between my legs continued to build. Being lost in him was fabulous.

As he rolled the rough pads of his fingers down my arm, another series of shivers coursed through me. The way he used his thumb to strum my jawline reminded me of the way a musician would lovingly caress his instrument. Perhaps that's all I was, the man's instrument and nothing else.

I was torn between wanting to drive him away, furious he'd snuck up on me, and a longing that was starting to get out of control.

He was dominating my tongue as he'd done before, pushing my limits in an entirely different way. I could swear he was already intoxicated, not on liquor but on my fragrance. He needed me as much as I needed him, and it was crazy to think about. Even more ridiculous to experience.

Yet the lightheadedness remained, the wild thumping of my heart.

When he broke the kiss, he cocked his head. Every move he made sent another shock into my system, his body warm, pulsing into my system. I sucked in a mouthful of oxygen.

"You will obey me."

His words were dark, tossing a round of gasoline onto the fire. I couldn't move, couldn't think about anything except this man was everything I'd ever wanted.

And nothing I should be able to stand.

"No."

"Yes, you will, my little fawn. As of the moment, there is no turning back. This isn't just about you belonging to me. This is about the rest of your life."

It was a confining statement, a portent of the kind of submission he required. I was breathless from the round of passion, unable to find the strength to shove him aside.

But I didn't need to.

He crawled off me seconds later, rising to his feet and moving around to the back of the couch. I was stunned, remaining where I was, staring up at the ceiling. Was he leaving me this way, my needs pushed back into a padlocked box? That would be just like him to do since I'd done it him before.

Panting, I dragged the tip of my tongue across my bottom lip, trying to keep from begging him to return. It wasn't me, and it wasn't very ladylike. Shifting, I returned my feet to the floor, trying my best to stare at the screen, although I couldn't care less at this point who got killed and how bloody the scene was.

Then the bastard had the nerve to place down a carton of ice cream with two spoons and a bucket, in red and white, of popcorn. I could smell the butter. And of course, it wasn't just any ice cream picked up at the local Eagle Country Markets. Oh, no. It was fancy-dancy gourmet chocolate with added real fudge and brownies.

Utter triple decadence.

After his magnificent attempt at extending an olive branch, I was almost hyperventilating I was so excited. I immediately grabbed a spoon, popping open the lid to the frothy goodness while grabbing a handful of popcorn with the other. I shoved the kernels into my mouth before digging the huge spoon into the carton of perfection.

Somehow, I couldn't chew and swallow the popcorn fast enough.

I even closed my eyes, purring before opening my mouth wide, taking the entire bite. It was slightly melted, the perfect temperature, and I was certain I'd just died and gone to heaven. I shifted and squealed like some kid eating her first chocolate-covered cherry. I'd honestly never tasted anything so good.

As I dug in again, I sensed he was watching me like a hawk.

Or like a stalker cornering his prey.

I should be embarrassed but he had no idea what he was missing and I wasn't entirely certain I was going to share it with him.

After a third and fourth bite, I started to feel a tiny bit shameful and placed the spoon on the lid, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. His eyes remained on me, burning into mine.

A few seconds, I heard him issuing a deep sigh. A cold shiver kissed every inch of my skin, rippling my heart with flutters and sputters. It was an electrified feeling, so much so I was fearful I'd lose my ability to breathe all over again.

"Come here."

The two words weren't a request. He was commanding me to come closer. I sucked in my bottom lip and did nothing more than shake my head denying him.

His sigh was heavier, the man expelling the weight of the world. "If I need to ask you again, little fawn, you won't like the way I do it."

Swallowing hard, I couldn't seem to help myself stop shaking, perhaps because my core was heated to a million degrees. There was no way out of obeying him like that good girl he insisted I become. Yet I was still me inside, the woman who was defiant in all things, often determined to get her way. I scooped up another bite of ice cream, big enough it might freeze my brain, and moved onto my hands and knees.

The couch really was huge, at least three times the normal size. That allowed me to take a little time and would have spent more if the mouthful of ice cream wasn't doing its job: freezing my tongue to the roof of my mouth. I remained catlike as I shifted to his lap, crawling on top and wrapping first one arm over his shoulder then the other.

I wasn't as graceful as I'd hoped, liquid dribbling down from both corners of my mouth. Boy, wasn't that ladylike? I pressed my lips against his, doing what I could to stretch his open. He granted me my wish but only after two others strings of cream slipped past my lips. I would end up a sticky mess when all this was said and done.

Still, as he resumed control, the cold was quickly replaced with extreme heat. There was something so incredible about the intense combination I hadn't realized I was shifting back and forth on his lap until he pulled our lips apart, issuing an intense growl.

Easton placed his finger across my lips, shaking his head so slowly I wasn't certain it was moving at all. But I knew the meaning cold.

I wasn't in charge.

He was.

With all things.

He nipped my lower lip, biting down until I let out a harsh moan. When he pushed me away, he immediately ripped off my tee shirt. Maybe I'd been trying to entice him by not wearing a bra but the second the air hit my nipples, I threw my head back and moaned. They were both fully aroused, the ache pushing into every cell in my system.

With another beastlike sound coming from his throat, he cupped both breasts. There was something magical about the way he was able to flick his thumbs back and forth across my tender nipples while squeezing until I threw my head all the way back. He used that as a suggestion, fisted my hair with one hand and ripping me back into a deeper arc.

I was completely in his control, incapable of fighting him on any level. Stars had suddenly appeared in my periphery of vision and as he swirled the tip of his tongue around one nipple, I was thrown by the fact he'd gone out of his way to provide two of my favorite things.

Maybe he was a killer but there was a softer side to him as well, a gentleman underneath the dangerous persona. I liked that man. Maybe a little too much.

I was breathless, half laughing and half moaning as he sucked and bit down on one nipple then the other, shifting back and forth until I was so wet, I knew I'd soaked his jeans even through my sweatpants.

I was gasping when he finally righted me, and he allowed his gaze to fall before gripping my hips, lifting me off his lap. He wasn't going to take no for an answer ever again, this time stripping the material down my rounded flesh, lifting me even higher off his muscular legs.

With ease, he removed my pants and my thong. When he forced me to stand, straddling his hips, I couldn't squelch the laughter any longer. But it was from nervousness, wonderment.

Excitement.

He was like a famished man, an animal who hadn't been fed in a very long time. As he buried his face into my pussy, shifting my hips to make his access easier, I was certain I'd fall if his fingers weren't digging into my skin.

As the nightmare of a movie continued, another scene where some female victim was being tormented, I was pushed into the sweetness of La-La-land. It was surreal, so much so that the moment almost became cathartic. There was passion in everything, including violence and bloodshed. Perhaps that's why he and his brothers enjoyed being the bad men I'd heard they were.

I bit my lip once again, this time tasting blood.

He pulled me closer until I was forced to roll onto the balls of my feet. I stroked his hair, loving the way my shaking fingers got tangled up in it. My breathing was so ragged, my heart thudding in my ears. The way he was feasting on me was sinful and filthy, yet deliriously enticing.

As he swirled his tongue around my clit, somehow the sound on the television faded away, as the enjoyment became euphoric. My legs were shaking, I was so desperate not to climax too quickly.

The man's tongue was a masterful instrument, dragging me even deeper into the darkness. When he pulled open my pussy lips with his thumbs, the move allowing him to drive his tongue deep inside, I knew I couldn't hold back much longer. He was driving me crazy.

"Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh." Suddenly, I let off a bloodcurdling scream of my own as an overwhelming orgasm swept through me. I tossed my head from side to side as the rapture continued to increase. I couldn't believe how my body responded to the man, his scent and tongue, his brilliant words and dark commands all incredibly powerful aphrodisiacs.

Before I could come down from the cloud, he slowed his actions, sucking on my clit this time as he pumped his thumb inside. It was an entirely different set of vibrations, another shot of white-hot heat and as he'd done before, he pushed me into raw, blissful ecstasy. This time, he was the one making animalistic noises.

The surreal aspect jetted to another level as my legs began to shake uncontrollably.

He was thoroughly enjoying himself, licking up every drop of my cream. Meanwhile, I would have fallen off the sofa altogether had he not been holding me. The fact I couldn't feel my legs kept a smile on my face.

When he decided he was finished, Easton slowly eased me to the couch, pushing me all the way down before standing. He lowered his arm, pointing his index finger at me. "Do not move. Period."

Through the rapid light of the screen, night turning into day, I was allowed to bask in the man's stunning physique all over again. Only this time, as with everything else, it felt entirely different. I realized as he slowly unfastened his belt that I was holding my breath, the anticipation unlike anything else in the world. Maybe I was just giddy, acting immature but he was so handsome, so experienced, and no one had ever made me feel so beautiful.

When he was finished undressing, he took his time to lower his gaze from my forehead all the way to my toes while stroking his chest with his flexed fingers. It was a seductive maneuver, pushing my core near a sheer explosion.

I was licking my lips, hungering to have his cock in my mouth. My needs too great, I rolled the tip of my finger around one already taut nipple then the other, giving him a wicked smile as he lifted a single eyebrow.

"Be careful teasing me, little girl. I will retaliate."

God, I adored his deep voice, the huskiness like a warm blanket on a cold wintry night. I envisioned sitting by a fire, the warmth kissing my skin while we sipped merlot and discussed absolutely nothing important. I could almost see a basket of toys positioned right there for his use. Dildos and vibrators, anal plugs, and nipple clamps. Boy, wasn't I suddenly the expert.

I found myself giggling, showing my age but it didn't last long, a huskier moan replacing the silly sounds. He was slowly crawling his hand to his rock-hard, throbbing cock and not only was my mouth watering, so was my entire system. He was long and thick, more so than I'd originally believed. How in God's name had that huge cock managed to fit inside my tight pussy?

I somehow doubted I'd get my answer tonight, but I didn't care.

A single shriek from the movie forced us both to glance toward the screen, the large man laughing. "Our murders are much more creative. Don't you think, my sweet disciple?"

"Disciple?"

"Yes," he mused and suddenly drove three fingers into the vat of melting ice cream. "I am turning you into a different version of myself. More angelic. Innocent."

"There's nothing innocent about me." I dared feel uninhibited enough to rub my palm down my stomach to my still aching pussy. My clit was swollen, the insides of both thighs wet and sticky. Yet I couldn't help myself teasing him all over again, rolling my thumb around my swollen nub while he stared at me with lust in his eyes. Then he smeared the ice cream onto his erect cock.

"Be careful," he growled then crawled onto the couch, placing his knees on either side of me. He planted one hand on the back of the couch while hunkering over. "Now, open your mouth like a good little girl and Daddy will give you a sweet treat."

Daddy.

I'd never had a thought about calling any man Daddy other than my own father. It was filthy and forbidden, strangely addictive in its taboo nature. I obeyed without hesitation, darting my tongue out like a snake. As he lowered down, aiming his cockhead slowly, the now bright screen highlighted his excitement.

And his need for my full surrender. There was no mistaking it. There was no denying any longer that's what I wanted. I was hooked on the man, so much so I was trembling. As soon as his cock was close, I lifted my head, even arching my back so I could swipe the tip of my tongue through the cold frostiness.

Oh, my God. Maybe I was crazy but there was something delectable about the taste of his pre-cum mixed with chocolate and fudge. The taste was heavenly in nature, so much so I closed my eyes and opened my mouth wider in a blatant invitation.

Which the man who owned me took without hesitation, driving several inches of his shaft inside. I immediately clamped my mouth around the thick invasion, swirling my tongue several times. As I tried to swallow, I felt a hint of brain freeze. It was more than appropriate and just a little sinful in nature.

And I loved it with a passion, eagerly slipping one hand between his legs to roll his swollen balls through my fingers.

"Lick every drop, my little fawn. Or I will be forced to remove your privileges."

I couldn't take my eyes off the man as he took full control, driving the remainder of his cock deep into my throat, the tip hitting the back. I almost gagged, my eyes watering, but after a few seconds I was able to control my reflexes.

There was such a carnal look on his face, as if he would devour me until morning. I'd never quivered so much, my heart pumping to the point the pounding in my ears was drowning out the chatter on the movie screen. Not that I cared any longer, the sexy man looming over me all I could think about.

I shifted my hips back and forth on the soft couch the way I was rolling my hand across the base of his cock. I continued to fondle his balls even as he thrust hard and deep, face-fucking me. His face was contorted, every muscle in his body tense. And I was surprised and pleased there were beads of sweat glistening on both sides of his face.

The man was powerful, dangerous, and determined to rule the world. He also was consumed with dominating every inch of me but at that moment, I knew I was the one in control. I'd made him weak in the knees, his breath skipping as he continued his brutal actions.

I'd never been interested in sucking off a man before but right now, I realized I could do this for hours. Well, until I begged him to fuck my pussy. He was wired, more so than I was and as the taste of the ice cream began to fade, he started to slow down.

Easton dropped his head, his eyes dilated as he stared down at me.

I shuddered as I sucked fervently, still swirling my tongue, still coming close to choking. I was rewarded for my diligent efforts with another few beads of pre-cum, but there was no doubt the man had something more devious in mind.

When he pulled out completely, raking both his hands through his hair and uttering a beastlike roar, I rose onto my elbows. The smile crossing his face could be described as malevolent, but I knew better. As he bent over, taking his time to do so, I sensed he was doing his best to keep some level of control.

"I am going to fuck you again. And again. Then I'll start over. You made me wait. That will never happen again."

I wanted to repeat that I'd been made well aware he took what he wanted.

What he felt belonged to him.

But I didn't dare for fear he'd remove some of those privileges he'd talked about.

He was slow in every action, taking his time while using his knee to widen my legs. As he settled between them, I pressed my hands against his chest. As I caressed and kneaded his muscles as a masseuse would do, his eyes became hooded, his chest heaving. At least I knew I could have a powerful effect on the man, asserting a bit of my own control.

I had a feeling that would be short lived.

I was right.

He kept his hands on either side of me, using his strong arm and shoulder muscles to hunker over me, taking his time to suck and nip one nipple then the other.

When he finally lifted his head, he issued the kind of growl that would terrify most people. For me, it kept the explosive fire going, flames licking at every inch of my skin. The man was nothing but a primal beast.

"Arms over your head." His command was not to be ignored. If I did, I had no doubt he would punish me in one way or the other.

I did as I was told, lifting both slowly.

He cocked his head, his upper lip curling, and balanced his body on one hand while he positioned the tip of his cock against my swollen folds. As he brushed it up and down, I could hear a slight deep chuckle. It was almost demonic but to me it was amazing, the vibrations coursing through me as electric as the man.

As he slipped just the tip inside, I sucked in my breath, holding it as I stared up at him. He had a way of making me feel so special. Even though he required my full surrender, something I would have never considered before, I wanted to become his little fawn. His good girl. His…

Everything.

Was that crazy? Was it possible that we could mean something special to each other, sharing our lives? I couldn't believe I was even thinking this way. There was no such thing as love at first sight. None. My mother had drilled that into me long ago when I'd been wailing over finding my one and only high school sweetheart with my then best friend.

This was entirely different. I sensed he'd never been this way with anyone else.

His utter authority of me continued even as I wrapped my legs around his thighs, squeezing both in enticement. I could tell he was determined to take his time, sliding his cock deeper inside an inch at a time.

Every sensation, every deep throb of my core was amplified as he pushed inside. I was in awe, my heart racing and lights flashing in front of my eyes. I'd never thought anyone could command my body this way, teaching while giving, taking while demanding.

All the ugly stories, all the hatred and jealousy I'd sensed he'd had to endure hadn't changed the real man inside.

The one who'd managed through all his horrors to remember that love just might conquer all. Who was I kidding? This wasn't about love. Or was it? Even if a tiny part of me felt something so strong for the man, I wasn't stupid enough to believe he could feel the same.

That was the one thing that had been stripped from him and it nearly crushed me.

He pulled almost all the way out, toying with me as he'd done before. When he thrust his thickness into me again, the force pushed the wind out of me. I was fighting to obey him, intertwining my hands together, arching my back to try to get even closer. Just watching the various flashes in his eyes was incredible. I had a sense the man was being awakened from a deep sleep, feeling our connection as deeply as I did.

He pumped several times, his rhythm perfect as if he was timing his brutal actions by a metronome. I enjoyed basking in his masculine beauty, doing my best not to blink as he fucked me long and hard.

The powerful man had the stamina of a bull. Even his nostrils flared as if acknowledging he'd conquered me. If he only knew how much I enjoyed surrendering. The acknowledgment was incredible.

Every brutal thrust was jarring, boosting the electricity we shared. I couldn't stop trembling, still squeezing my knees against his sides.

It was amazing to feel as one, doing what I could to meet every savage thrust. When he suddenly pulled out completely, I was shocked, unable to continue obeying him by keeping my arms over my head. I reached for him, managing to claw his arms.

"Such a very bad girl. What am I going to do with you?"

How could any man's voice be that deep, that sensual? His question wasn't about bothering to allow me to answer. He remained the controlling barbarian he'd been determined to be, wrapping one hand around my throat and lifting me until I was kneeling. When he shoved my stomach against the back of the couch, I knew exactly what he was going to do.

Fuck me in the ass.

Lesson to self. Never act as if you can push a dominating man like Easton away.

It would be interesting if I would listen.

I could tell by his heaving chest he was no longer in the mood to wait, kicking my legs apart then immediately driving the tip of his cock against my dark hole.

"Every inch. Mine."

There was something intoxicating about his voice and his demanding and very possessive words. I did nothing more than clamp my fingers around the back edge of the couch while I closed my eyes. I'd learned by being with him that euphoria came in many forms.

No one could have ever made me believe I'd enjoy being fucked in my most forbidden place but here I was, moaning as I jutted my hips back.

Perhaps my actions were nothing but another incentive, as if he needed one by now. While he was as gentle as he could be, slipping his cock in an inch at a time, he plunged the final couple of inches. It was easy to tell his patience was all but gone.

Exhaling, the sound as strangled as my breathing, he pulled almost all the way out, driving into me again. My muscles ached, pain coursing through me at first but the agony was short lived, pure ecstasy flowing in seconds later.

We both moaned, our animalistic sounds drowning out the latest rounds of screams from victims as the masked slasher struck again. I found it ironic instead of romantic music, a horror movie was our background noise, but it was perfect.

Maybe a little too much so.

I met every hard thrust, gasping as a wave of exhaustion tore through me. When he had the nerve to crack his huge palm against my right butt cheek several times, I couldn't hold back a yelp or five.

He chuckled, the dark sound skittering through me. As he lowered his head, nuzzling against my neck, I also felt him tug on my ponytail holder. Seconds later he ripped it out just as he whispered in my ear.

"There's more of that where it came from." He cracked his hand three more times before concentrating on fucking me. Suddenly, everything drifted into an amazing standstill. No lights. No sound.

But I knew he was close to losing all that pent-up control. A wicked grin crossed my face as I squeezed my muscles, my sinful little act doing nothing more than pulling his cock in even more deeply.

"Fuck. Fuck." Easton threw his head back and roared, his body close to convulsing. While he was trying to hold on, pumping like some crazed man, I found myself relaxing more than I ever had, moving into a place of peace.

And in those beautiful last moments of sharing a blissful intimacy, he pulled me against his body, crushing his weight against my back.

As he erupted, I felt his hot cum soaking my inner muscles. He was filling me with his seed. I had no doubt this was just the beginning of a long, glorious night.

And I couldn't wait for more.

Much more.