CUT (New Adult Dark Romance) (12 page)

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The drive back the club was incredible, our path lit by a vibrant red sky as the sun set before us. My skirt hiked up as I settled into the comfortable seat, the delicate folds of my pussy pressing directly on the leather, vibrations from the big V8 engine driving me wild. I wasn’t being totally innocent, my hand reached across the center console and was slowly stroking him through his jeans.

He worked the gas pedal, revving the engine as we rolled down the freeway toward the clubhouse, the pulsations of speed driving me wild. It wasn’t long before I couldn’t help myself. I slipped a finger between my thighs and let myself go.

“No baby… Let me,” Black said, his own hand sliding up my thigh.

A few moments later an unbelievable orgasm wracked my body. He knew what he was doing. He played my pussy like an instrument, strumming my every pleasurable chord. When we finally reached the clubhouse, Black wasted no time. He slammed the vehicle into park, pulling me out of the car and carrying me like a freshly married bride going over the threshold.

“What about my clothes?” I asked, staring back at the fancy bags in the back seat.

“You won’t be needing them tonight,” Black responded, kicking his way into the board room as men cheered and whistled behind us. My body flushed with excitement as I stared at the door that would lead to Black’s room, but he had other ideas, swinging me round and putting my feet on the floor, shoving me over the heavy wooden table. I gasped as he flipped my skirt up over my back.

“There it is honey, you stay just like that,” Black said huskily as I listened to the sound of his belt unclasping and being pulled free. “Tell me,” he whispered, “How do you want it?”

I bit my lip, turning my head to the side so I could look Black in the eyes. He stared back and it seemed as if we were both holding our breath.

“Fuck me hard Black...”

“Is that so Kattlyn?” he asked. “You want this cock?”

His hand came down on my exposed flesh, a loud smack as his palm connected with my ass, sending a mixed message of pain and pleasure coursing through me.

“Is that all you’ve got?” I said, still grinning like a fool. “Fuck me Black. Fuck me now!”

The club was making even more noise. It turned me on, knowing the door was still wide open behind us. Knowing they were watching.

Black gripped my hips, lining himself up with my wet tunnel. My body was ready, I was born ready… Everything in my life had led up to this moment, with the head of Black’s cock pressing between the lips of my pussy.

“Please,” I whispered, pleading, desperate.

His cock slid past my entrance, the long shaft rubbing below my clit, my wetness practically pouring over him as he pushed forward then pulled back.

“Say it again.”

I stared back at Black, his eyes wild, his body flexed with every muscle and sinew standing at attention.

“Please!” I shouted.

“Please what?” Black asked, his hand coming down again, smacking my ass even harder, my body quivering as he pressed my chest flat against the table with his free hand.

“Fuck me hard, PLEASE!”

Black thrusted hard and deep, our bodies coming together in a harmony of flesh and desire. My hips rocked uncontrollably, his cock sliding in and out with every motion between us. Moans became wild gasps and cries of pleasure and my eyes lost focus. My hands swung in front of me, pressing my chest up off the table just enough to angle his cock forward. He pressed impossibly deep, crashing into me and pressing against the inside of my abdomen with every thrust.

“This pussy is my property!”

“Oh yes! Oh GOD yes!” I screamed.

“Oh fuck sweetheart… Fucking tight…” Black gasped, his hand reaching up and weaving itself through my hair, tugging my head back as he slammed home harder and harder. I wanted it hard, and he gave it to me. My thoughts melted away, replaced by the primal need. Nothing else mattered. He fucked me hard, but it was more than that. My heart raced, waves of pleasure rocking us both, his cock pulsing and exploding within me. I couldn’t get enough. Our pace continued as my body rejoiced at his stamina. This is what I’d been missing my whole life. This is what I was looking for all along… I didn’t care if the whole world saw us like this.

Black was mine…

And I was his.

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I lay next to Black, my exhausted body held in his arms as I watched the rise and fall of his chest in the dimly lit room. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, sweetheart,” Black whispered. I didn’t answer, my fingertips raked softly across his chest. He let out a little sigh as my fingers dipped lower, rolling over his abs ever so lightly. “Need some sleep, long day tomorrow, you about killed me baby…”

I let out a little sigh of my own as he pulled his arm free and rolled over, but my fingertips kept right on touching him as if he’d disappear if I broke contact. My nails stroked across his back, tickling his skin ever so lightly and slowly. Black let out a low moan, his voice barely there beneath the guttural sound of joy. “Don’t stop sweetheart, that feels so nice…”

I’ll never stop…
I thought to myself, fingers dancing on his muscular shoulders, tracing down the line of his spine and back up again. His breathing slowed, and soon, he was asleep. My body tucked into him, breasts pressed into his cool back, a fan on the ceiling washing air over us. I didn’t know what the future held, but there was at least one thing I was certain of. Marcus Black was going to be a part of it. My eyes closed, lips touching his shoulder as I gave him one last little kiss goodnight.

Dreams took me much faster than I was used to, all the tension draining out of my body like so much water through my open fingertips. I was happy. The sun shined on my face, warmth spilling through my exposed skin as I stood with arms open on a high ledge. Across a wide canyon, I could see Marcus smiling back at me. He was waving, as if I should step into the void and walk to him. I looked down, lifting a bare foot and tentatively stretching it out over the open air. Somehow, I knew the air would hold me if I just trusted in myself. The leap of faith, a single step toward Marcus Black and the future we deserved together. My foot fell toward the invisible walkway I knew must surely be there. Lower and lower in the air, my balance swinging forward toward the edge, I held my breath and stepped out with all my weight.

“No.”

The voice caught as hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me back from the edge. I stared across at Marcus, watching him turn his back and walk away. My whole body filled with anger and terror as I found myself spun in place.

Murder eyes…

Jude stood there with a wicked grin on his face, his face twisted and contorted into some crude and evil version of himself. My vision blurred, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The ghastly visage reached out, his hand wrapped around a pistol aimed straight at my chest. In half awareness of the dream I tried to wake up, stepping back from the cruelness and evil before me. My feet came to the edge, nothing behind me but a sheer drop. Black had left me to my fate, no hero was coming for me. Terror consumed me as I took the final step, my body tumbling down an endless drop as Jude laughed. The sound of air rushing past filled my ears as my eyes snapped open.

The ceiling fan continued it’s lazy circle, air blowing down on my face. I glanced over at a clock on the bedside. It was just shy of seven in the morning. Black mumbled something quietly and rolled away, pulling the thin blanket with him. The sudden draft cooled my sweat soaked body. Part of me wanted to just get up and run away. Instead, I nuzzled up behind Black. He let out a soft sigh as I pressed against his skin, letting his scent of sandalwood fill me.

I let myself drift for a few moments before finally crawling out of bed, careful not to wake Marcus. One corner of his makeshift bedroom opened up to a small bathroom and I could see a shower through the open door. It had been days since I truly felt clean, and I welcomed the chance. The cascade of water pulsed against my back as I rolled the dream around in my mind. Why had Marcus left me to Jude? What was I so afraid of? The strong side of me tried desperately to reason with my emotions. Surely I was safe here, surrounded by the club. Jude wouldn’t dream of coming back… He would have to be crazy…

My fingers reached out, turning the shower handle until the penetrating heat was almost unbearable. Steam rose up like a cloud in the cool room, enveloping me in mist. How long would I need to live in fear? My knees buckled, my body collapsing to the tile floor of the shower, pressing myself up into the corner and wrapping my hands around my knees as the water crashed down.

I knew what was about to happen, but I moved despite my own protests. The shower door slid open and I reached for my little bag, dripping water on the floor as I pulled a little blade from its hiding place.

Marcus won’t leave me… I don’t need to do this…

It felt comforting to remember that I had someone to protect me…

You can protect yourself…

I imagined the feel of the beretta 92 in my hand, the cool grip and balanced weight, the smooth action as it fired. I’d spent enough time at the range to know I could put a bullet where it needed to go. This whole thing was silly, I was scared of a monster that might not ever show his face again.

But the blade kept moving. I brought it up to my shoulder, just under the lines I’d etched a few days prior. I needed this… I needed something to remind me of this moment…

“You all right in there sweetheart?”

The voice made my jump, my head smacking against the back tiles of the shower and the razor digging a little gouge out of my skin as I let out a yelp. I fell to the tile beneath me, sitting there, dejected. Black moved quickly. My eyes opened and I looked through the hazy glass, his tanned outline visible as he sat down on the toilet.

“I know what you’re doing, Kat… You need to stop sweetheart.”

“I had bad dreams, that’s all…” I replied, letting water clear the blood from my arm, staring at the blade I’d dropped on the floor.

“Bad?”

“Jude was in them.”

I stared up at the crashing water, letting it fall on my chest and arms, the searing heat pouring down my body. Black pulled the door open, stepping inside.

“I do love a hot shower,” he said, smiling as he moved to block the flow of from the shower head, a hand reaching down toward me. His body was shrouded in the steamy mist, every rippling curve of tanned muscle shining as water poured over him. I grabbed the hand he’d offered, letting him lift me to my feet. Without a word, I pressed myself into him, our bodies flattened against each other as I drove my head into his chest. My teardrops were lost to the cascade.

“I broke my leg once, Kat. A bad fracture, happened to me on the side of a mountain when I was just a kid. See this scar?”

I stared down below his knee, a round white slash visible against his tanned skin.

“Bone came straight through. Hurt like you wouldn’t believe. I needed to get off that hill. There was a road half a mile away, but I couldn’t move. The pain was excruciating.”

“What happened?” I asked, confused as to why he was telling me this story, and intrigued all the same.

“I picked up a rock, and I broke my left hand.”

“Why did you do that?” I said, gasping.

“That’s how pain works Kat. One kind can drown out another. Long as my hand was hurting, my leg wasn’t quite so bad… That’s why you’re in here with a blade. That’s why you’ve done this to yourself,” Black whispered, his fingers brushing over my shoulder, carefully avoiding the new cut.