Dark Thief (The Two Sides of Me Book 2) (13 page)

After untangling myself from Evans embrace I move to the elevators and jump a foot when they slide open and Mr. Saint and Isaac are there inside waiting. “Shit, you scared the crap out of me!” I shake my hands at my sides trying to rid myself of the adrenaline rush.  “Sorry Mia, we couldn’t go far after all that’s happened.” Isaac replied. “Yea, about that. Where the hell were you earlier when I really
did
need you?” I whisper loudly widening my eyes for effect but I don’t give him time to answer. “Cat got your tongue?” Isaac begins to open his mouth to speak but I hold up my hand. “No never mind, I need help taking him to his room, he says if we don’t he will just do it himself and you know he will.”

I lower my voice for the next part just in case Evan has supersonic hearing, which he probably fucking does. “Erase that section of the video surveillance before he sees it.” Mr. Saint nods in agreement and Evan interrupts us. “I’m pulling this thing out and I know you are scheming Mia, you are terrible at being sneaky.” Shit, shit, shit, I need a good excuse and fast! Oh what the hell? I’ll never get away with lying, better to just avoid the truth.

The three of us leap into action, Isaac grabbing a wheel chair and Mr. Saint and I helping Evan off the gurney. “You know you should stay here a little longer don’t you? Just saying.” I shrug. He looks at me with sleepy eyes that say
duh
. “Ok, ok I had to try.” Evan sneers at the wheelchair and I’m sure he would refuse it if he weren't so weak from this afternoon’s ordeal. “Come on Mr. Lawson, let’s get a move on then.” I tease and snicker. “You are building a strong case for punishment Ms. Galloway, you’re lucky I adore you so much.” Crap, yea I’m lucky all right, as long as
this
Evan stays put and the other Evan far, far away.

I wonder if he’s “Punished” women in his past. The
shit to worry about later box
returns and in that worry goes, slam! I’ve got to focus all of my attention on the upcoming visit from Dr. Carter, he’s the key to our happiness. I pray he is anyway. 

Back in Evan’s bedroom I give the guys a wide eyed look and tilt my head toward the door in hopes that they understand what I want. They need to get that video erased and I need to get this man in bed. “I’ll be right outside the door.”  Mr. Saint says. “And I’m going to talk to Cecelia about dinner plans, I’ll bring it to you both in here if you like?” Isaac offers. “Yea that’s ok, in here is fine thank you both.” I tidy up a little, putting the things we purchased this morning away with one eye always on Evan.

He’s got his computer out, first thing he requested once he was in bed. He can see now and wants to make the most of it catching up on work I guess. “Stop all that and come over here with me.” I finish up drawing the tasks out a little. I’ve dedicated myself to this, I’m not going to be afraid of him. Well, I’m going to try my best not to be.

It’s not this Evan I’m fearful of anyway, just the uncertainty of the other side of him breaking through. “You’re stalling.” he notices, crap. “I am not, this room is a disaster. We just came home earlier and dumped everything to nap.” “Well let’s finish what we started then, come here.” I start to approach. “Stop. Undress for me.” that commanding voice…my sassy mouth stays silent and once again I find myself doing as he says without a second thought. Already shoeless I begin to unbutton my shirt slowly and he holds up a finger indicating I should pause.

My fingers freeze while I watch as he reaches for my iPad on the table next to the bed, someone must have found it and returned it to Evan’s room. He taps a few times and music begins to flow, after which he makes a fanfare in my direction indicating I should return to undressing. The music isn’t especially sexy or heavy heated but soft and exotic.

I let it seep through my skin and fill me with the intended sultriness and close my eyes. My fingers unbutton to the slow beat and I hear Evan rustle ever so quietly from the bed. I don’t need my eyes open to know where he is, I’m beginning to feel his essence and presence in the air around us.

He’s circling me, slowly, my breathing picks up. I feel like an animal that’s being preyed upon on and knowing there is nowhere to run, no escape. But this animal isn’t afraid of being caught, quite the opposite, I’m excited beyond belief.  My shirt open, I begin to shrug to remove it but he steps to me and without touching my skin slides it off and tosses it aside. “You’re doing so well.” he breathes in my ear, his warm breath hits my skin and I’m trembling.

“Do you trust me?” he says softly in my opposite ear and I nod yes. I do trust him, completely, as long as he stays him. But so far I’ve been able to feel the shift in the atmosphere around us when the Evan I loathe is present. I feel none of that now. Next, something very soft tickles my shoulders right before he circles my head with his hands and covers my eyes with the silky material. What the…?

I suck in a sudden sharp breath of fear. I may have had multiple surgeries to hide my physical scars but the emotional damage can never be erased. “Shushhh, its silk, and I’ll tie it loosely, see?” He does and I can’t really feel the blindfold other than my long eyelashes feathering against it when I try to open my eyes.

Purple silk is all I can see when I do but I close them again, making the blindfold virtually nonexistent. “Mmm, I knew you could do it baby, now out of the rest of those clothes.”

I unbutton my jeans and I hear him go to the door and close it with a soft click and pad across the plush carpet back to his former position behind me, still not touching. No sexy way to get out of these jeans, they are too tight. I wiggle my ass, again feeling the music and using the rhythm, not exactly a strip tease but it’ll do. I bend at the waist getting out of the jeans and Evan hisses in a breath.  “Stop.” I’m touching my toes, nearly done shedding my clothes and he wants me to stop? I hear him kneel behind me, so close the heat from his body touches mine, still no physical contact though.

His breathing is suggesting a strong attempt at staying in control.  A warm puff of his breath hits my ass and he surrenders, hands surround my ankles and I feel his soft hair against my leg as he works each foot out of the jeans. Leaving me in sheer purple panties and a matching push up bra. I try moving again but he stops me with his hot hand on the small of my back. I still and that hand begins to glide over the round cheek of my ass and he moans placing both hands on me now. 

I’m soaring in a purple ethereal universe. He has guaranteed I’m not going to peek with the scarf over my eyes and I understand, he can see now and I can’t.  The tag teaming of caring for each other that has gone on our entire relationship continues and right now he’s taking care of me. His Fingers slide up hooking under the edge of my panties and he pulls them gently back and down my legs. 

Cool air hits my core when they drop to my ankles which are now being grasped as he spreads my legs exposing everything he wants, and all that I want him to have. “Ahhh, God Mia…to see you again…and like this…fuuuccckkk.”  His Hands roam up my legs more leisurely than I would like and I start to feel the effects of the blood rushing to my head from being in this position for too long. 

“Come…stand up and move to the bed.” As always, he knows what I’m experiencing. I hear him rise from his knees and circle around to my front, he takes my hands to lead me to the bed. I allow him to direct and do with me as he pleases, because ultimately it pleases me just as much, if not more. Able to breath better, my head clears and he faces me toward the mattress again away from him and assists me in bending over face down on the bed. My arms above me I’m able to relax a little but not much more as the room is engulfed in an electric charge that crackles between our bodies.

Hovering over me I hear his own jeans drop to the floor and he kicks them aside. He was already shirtless, we cut it off of him in the Lawson mini hospital.  The palm of his hand moves up my spine until it reaches the clasp of my bra and he unhooks it but makes no further moves to take it off. He wants access to my bare back.

A soft crack of his joints as he kneels again behind me catapults my heart into my throat. The things this man can do with no more than a graze of his fingers and a hot breath…shit… Hands on my ass again, he slides them down until his thumbs are wet from me. My God I want him to go faster, to touch more of me, to taste all of me! “Please...” I whimper and he obliges with much more than I anticipated.

Evan’s tongue runs along one side of my sensitive folds and then the other, spread open with his thumbs. I grasp the comforter with both hands above my head and try like hell to relax but it’s instinctual to clamp down around him. “You taste so sweet, and you smell like cotton candy, how appropriate as I have always had a sweet tooth where you are concerned. I’ll never get enough of you my Mia.” And with those words he’s there, mouth covering me, teasing my clit, lapping every drop of my essence, circling and moving until I’m writhing over him, panting and moaning with abandon, nearing the explosion he is coaxing from my body so skillfully.

With lust, his hands join in the attempt to drive me insane and he circles my clit with two fingers and raises up further so his tongue is no longer torturing me in its usual place but a forbidden area that we have never explored. He pauses right below where he wants to be as if asking permission and without a thought I press back against his mouth and he gives my ass the exact same treatment the rest of my body has received. I yell out in ecstasy unable to hold back. I come with a scream, balling up the comforter around my head so the sound is muffled.

After rolling my eyes back into my head so hard it hurts, I ride out the waves of pleasure like a surfer trying to get that last little bit out of a monster wave, making it last until the surf board slides onto the sand of the beach. “Oh my...” I can’t even finish the exclamation. I’m on sensory overload and every single nerve ending is hypersensitive.

“You are exquisite my lady. I could kneel here all night looking at you.”  And I’d sure as hell let him! But of course, he doesn’t. He stands and pauses before laying his body over mine in the same position. I can feel the throbbing solid length of him pressing against my bottom and he buries his face in my hair, sliding his hands up my arms and encouraging my fingers to release the bedding. 

When I have, he begins kissing a path from the nape of my neck down to the small of my back and back up until I’ve relaxed some. “Turn over.” he commands and raises off of me just enough so I can squirm onto my back under him. I wrap my legs around his waist locking my ankles. He slips my bra off and places it next to us. Lacing his fingers through mine he presses my arms against the mattress but doesn’t let go of my hands. The tip of his cock is poised at my entrance and it would take only an infinitesimal movement to bring us together but I wait.

I’ve learned waiting with Evan brings so much more pleasure than rushing, a lesson he literally pounded into me before I understood and submitted. And therrreee it isssss, he slides into me with no effort. I’m soaked and he puts a hard thrust at the end making me gasp. “Fuck Mia…you are my perfection, nothing I’ve ever possessed is more satisfying than you are. I need to give it all to you, everything I own, every emotion, every moment of time, everything…” Thrust after thrust those words repeat over and over in my mind and we begin to match the music with our rhythm.

Squeezing my legs around him in anticipation of orgasm number two he covers my mouth with his, taking my breath, breathing my heart and soul into him every time we gasp for air I know two people could never be closer or more connected than we are on every plane, every level. His release and mine crash together simultaneously as I bite down on his shoulder and he roars in pleasure and pain.

Everything is heightened for me by taking one of my senses away and forcing the others to focus. I know now what Evan meant when he once said that he could die a happy man at that moment because I feel the exact same way right now.

Waking in Evan’s arms is an addictive experience that I’ll never get enough of. Drawn in tight, my back to his front, we have both slept hard through the night, something neither of us is accustomed to doing. I blink a few times trying to focus, I’m still a little confused when I wake up. I’ve gone from sleeping in my own apartment for 10 years to Evan’s Seattle home back to my childhood home, Evan’s Aunt’ Sophia’s home and now yet another mansion of Evan’s in Italy. I stare out the window that faces the lake and see a light snow falling outside, how many days until Christmas? I count in my head, shit 10 days away? Can that be right? I repeat the count and realize that yes indeed I only have 10 days to figure out gifts for my family and friends and Evan.

Good lord, is there anything you can even give a man like him? I’ll have to be very creative and sneaky, now that he has his sight back he’s not going to miss a thing, as if he ever did. I toss around gift ideas for a while and develop a plan to order Christmas online and have the gifts shipped to the states. Evan still has a steady breathing pattern and I assume he’s sleeping, I want to call Dr. Carter and see how soon he will be arriving but leaving the warmth of Evan’s embrace is impossible.

First, because who would want to and second, because he’s incredibly solid and I can’t lift the leg he has wrapped around mine. “You’re gears are really turning this morning.” I jerk at his unexpected words. “You’re awake?” “Mmhmm, I’ve been watching the snow with you for 5 minutes.” How did I miss that? His body gave no indications that he was awake. “What are you thinking about?” “You mean you don’t already know? Usually it’s you who tells me what I’m thinking, sometimes before I realize myself.” “Well I have an idea but I thought I would give you an opportunity to tell me for a change.” “Gee thanks, what was your idea? Now I’m intrigued.”

“We’re watching it snow, thousands of miles from home with no definite return plans, you’re missing your family and friends, it’s almost Christmas so that’s on your mind and finally I’d say you are figuring out how you’re going to get gifts dispersed to them. How did I do?” I roll my eyes and twist in his arms to face him, his beauty stuns me, even after all this time he’s still majestic, beautiful. God must have been in a special mood the day he created Evan.  “You’re too much.” He kisses me on the nose. “But I’m right aren’t I?” I wrinkle my brow and admit “Yes, yes you are.” “So, online shopping today?”

I bury my face in his chest and he draws me in closer. “Yes, if I ever get out of this bed.” “Not happening anytime soon baby.” “So, what are your plans for today?” “To stay right here and make love to you as long as you can tolerate it, and then an hour or two longer. Maybe a bite to eat, a bath with you and then back to bed. What do you think?” “Sounds like heaven.” And with a moan he’s on top of me and we start our day off with a bang, making love.

We snack in bed, soak in the tub and then you guessed it, back to bed. I could get used to this. It’s always when things seem too good to be true that I get smacked across the face with a big fat dose of reality, so I have never completely allowed myself to be happy. 

The snow has stopped but more than I had expected accumulated and I have the urge to go outside in it. Even snuggled in the warm cocoon of love and sex I feel an unexplainable urge to throw a snowball at Evan which makes me smile. I’m sitting cross-legged in the center of the bed with the soft blue sheet over my shoulders. I know Isaac and Mr. Saint have seen me from more angles than I’ve ever seen myself courtesy of the security cameras but I try to get lost in the moment when Evan and I are intimate so I don’t feel their eyes on us.

Just sitting here talking I feel more vulnerable. “Why do you love purple so much, and why have you strayed from it in this room?” I’ve been wondering about the purple forever but never actually posed it as a question. Evan leans against the headboard, fingers laced behind his neck and ankles crossed. “I told you it represents royalty remember?” “No, I mean the
real
reason, I know there’s more to it than that, and nobody chooses one color so often without a special reason.”

“So now you can look into my mind as well?” “Yes, I can.” I nod my head once curtly and cross my arms over my breasts. “Chilly?” “No, just, I…” “The cameras?” “Yea, I know they’re watching us, it’s weird. Now out with it, purple, what’s up with that?” He sighs, “Ok, it’s not that big a deal, really. My Aunt Sophia wasn’t always blind, she lost her sight when she was 14 and her favorite color was purple. She often asked me to describe it to her, she always wanted to know what color something was, especially if it were purple.

I described it so many times that it easily became my favorite color. She told me fairy tales and described the royals clothing...always purple. So there’s the mystery of my color preference.” “What about this room, no purple in here.”  “I didn’t decorate this room.” “Who did?” “Cameron. She got sick of purple. I allowed her to change this room a few years ago.” Not particularly the answer I was expecting, and also not something I want to know but I asked didn’t I? 

Sensing the tension he removes his hands and extends one to me, I rise to my knees taking the sheet with me. I crawl to him and straddle his hips.  “Open the sheet.” Something about this man and his bossiness turns me into a compliant submissive puddle of obedience. I open the sheet and he takes the two corners from my hands pulling it over our heads.

I giggle and he smiles the warmest of smiles, all tension dissipates as he presses his lips gently on my mouth. My lips are swollen, partially from the vicious bite I received from him yesterday and partially from the hours of making love today. Remnants of the two sides of this man that I try unsuccessfully to figure out each day we are together. “I want to do something.” he says quietly as he tangles my hair in his fingers and backs away from my face enough to look me in the eyes.

Oh those eyes, under the blue sheet his sharp green eyes take on the color of the deepest part of the ocean making me willing to agree to anything.  “Ok, like what?” “You trust me, yes?” Oh crap, why does he continue to ask me that? It’s such a loaded question, maybe that’s the reason he keeps asking.  “Yeesss.” I say, with the slightest bit of hesitancy.

“Don’t be all fidgety about it Mia, I’m not going to ask anything of you that I don’t think you can handle.” Now what does he mean by that? Handle?  As in tolerate? “Just trust me ok?” “I said I did. Now what are we going to do?”  “You don’t have to do anything, except close your eyes and lay down, without the sheet.” I chew on my bottom lip instinctively and hiss when I feel the sharp pain of the bite mark. “Come on.” He bucks his hips up indicating we are doing whatever it is he’s got planned.

I lift my bent knee and roll over onto my back with the sheet still around me in one big dramatic swoop. “No sheet.” Ok, ok, geesh. He better be planning on keeping my mind on something so I can forget the prying eyes of my assigned protectors. I spread my arms wide opening the sheet exposing my body completely. He’s off the bed getting something out of the night stand drawer, curiosity has me tied in knots, and I’m dying to open my eyes.

The mattress dips when he returns and he straddles me now, protecting me from his full weight he hovers lightly. “Keep your eyes closed.” “I will.” He bends close to me, I hear a click and feel something tickling my belly, like well I don’t know maybe like he’s writing on me. “Wha…” “Shhhsh, just trust me and be still.” So I do, it’s hard though, to be still.

Whatever he is writing I begin to realize it’s the same thing over and over just on different parts of my body, everywhere, arms, legs, breasts. He’s writing all over me with a pen. Sometimes the script feels small sometimes larger but always the same swish and scroll. I giggle a time or two and each time he shushes me gently, never ceasing his project. He’s even turned me over and is working on my backside now. I’m starting to wonder how long the pen will hold out, he’s used a lot of ink.

I’m getting sleepy, if this didn’t tickle so much in certain areas I’d probably be out, he’s seriously worn me out today, but I love it. “Ok.” “Hmm?  All done?” “Yes, but I want you to wait to open your eyes for a minute ok?” I groan with impatience. “Come on...” I whine. “Stay. Wait.” He moves off of the bed, I could sneak a peek but somehow he would know…he just would. He's in the closet opening a drawer, what the hell is he getting? Every time he asks me to close my eyes I think he’s going to do something kinky.  Which I wouldn’t necessarily object to, I just don’t know how comfortable I’d be with any of that and I know he’s experienced well beyond what he’s shown me.

I’m not thinking about that, nope, think black wall, empty room, the beach…anything other than Evan with another women! I hear him padding across the room back to the bed where he steps up and walks across the mattress where he stops and stands over me. I can feel his ankles brushing against my own. And then I hear a click, what the hell? He’s taking pictures of me! I jump and flip to my back opening my eyes to Evan towering over me with an enormous professional looking camera.

“What the hell Evan? I’m naked!” “I’m well aware baby, now close your eyes and relax, I want some of this side.” “Evan! No!” It’s then that I look at my arms, and then propping up I see my legs, hell every inch of me! I’m covered in his signature! Evan Lawson is scrawled across my skin in various sizes but the same name over and over, delicate looking font in some places and bold in others.

He’s claimed me, quite literally. Shocked and confused, mouth agape I look up at him as he stands there awaiting my cooperation. “Close your mouth baby, a bird might…” I cut him off, “Evan! Why…why is your name…everywhere?” I lift my arms as if to show him what he’s done. “Because you are mine.” “And you couldn’t think of a better way to show that?” “No, I like you covered in my autograph and I’m taking you out tonight to Dominus for dinner and drinks. I know all too well how my customers gawk and I don’t want anyone’s lustful eyes on you.”

I think my mouth is hanging open even wider, if that’s possible. He wants me to go out like this, covered in his signature, so that no one will look at me. Ok, he’s totally lost it, I’m not going anywhere like this. “Uh uh, no way, I can’t go out all marked up like this!” “Lay down Mia, I want to get a few more shots.” “What? Are you listening to me?” “Yes, you are yelling how could I not be listening to you? Lay back and close your eyes, now.”

I’m fuming inside but if its pictures he wants then I want some guarantees. “Nobody sees these right? Like
nobody.” “
Of course! Why would I show anyone nude photographs of you when I’m trying to keep people from looking at you?” Well, he’s got a point. “Why do you want the pictures?”  “Because you’re lovely, and mine, and covered in proof.”

Ok well I guess, as long as they are for his eyes only. I lay down on my back and shut my eyes while he begins clicking away, bending and getting every angle humanly possible before stopping. “Ok, let’s get dressed. I have a car coming in about an hour.” “I’m not going out like this Evan.” I say flatly.  “Yes you are, no one will see it. I’ve got your clothes set out in the closet, all of this will be covered.”

The audacity of this man, I can’t believe him! He thinks he can just choose my clothes? It occurs to me that we have never been out in public together on an evening date. Is he worried about me showing too much skin?  And so what if I do? It’s my body. “So what’s the purpose of covering me in your name?” I ask full well knowing the answer but wanting to hear him say it.  “You know why. I just told you. The people at my club are…well…they have dark tastes. All eyes will be on us because of who I am, they all know I’ve been away for a while and gossip will be rampant. I don’t want to share an inch of you with them.” “Then why go there?” “It’s my first business, I want to show off, brag if you will. I’d like you to see one of our shows in the club.”

He sits on his knees with his hands on his thighs at my feet and places the camera carefully beside him. Biting his lip in a rare moment of insecurity I hear him say that magic word all mothers pray their child will use in public.  “Please.” Throwing up my arms buckling under the power of all that is Evan I agree. “Oh all right!” My reward for submitting? The smirk and wink that melts my heart. “You’re incorrigible.” “You wouldn’t want me any other way baby.”  And it’s true, I wouldn’t.