Dark Duet Box Set
“I’m only doing this for my Livvie, you understand me, Agent?”
“Yes,” Reed ground out, the muscles in his shoulders bunching with the strain of keeping his balance. His forehead was wet with sweat, his breathing fast.
Hanging from the ceiling. Who would do that to a person?
Livvie should know. How many times had she been in Reed’s position? One hundred times? Two hundred? Livvie smiled. She’d lost count.
“Yes, what?” Caleb asked, his voice even. Yet, there was no mistaking the authoritative tone in his voice. It wasn’t something Caleb had to work at. The man was fucking bossy by nature.
Reed’s jaw clenched. “Yes, sir.”
Caleb twirled the cane. It made a whistling sound that was new to Livvie, but she noticed the sound made Reed’s skin break out in goosebumps.
And she totally got that. Something about the action mixed with the sound had her reacting the same way.
Not so much to the cane itself, but to the man wielding the implement like an extension of his own arm.
Fuck, how many times had Caleb beat someone for pleasure? Pain? Fun? The thought made Livvie’s stomach twist and her sex tingle. Even after all this time, Caleb still had the same effect on her. She was such a fucking masochist. She feared him just as much as she loved and lusted for him.
“Better,” Caleb acknowledged. “You should know that my motives for giving in to Livvie’s…
” He paused to look at her and his mouth lifted at one corner, one sharp fang peeking out from his god-perfect lips.
Would she ever get over those damn smiles?
“…nagging,” the bastard continued, “aren’t entirely selfless. ”
Livvie rolled her eyes, but she was fighting a smile.
Caleb leaned in so close to Reed’s face it almost looked like Caleb was about to kiss him.
Her sex pulsed.
“I really couldn’t pass up the opportunity to beat the living fuck out of you, Agent.” Caleb breathed the words right into Reed’s face.
Reed couldn’t have moved away even if he’d wanted. The handsome FBI agent hung from the ceiling, his hands restrained in his own handcuffs.
“You’re not a stupid man, Reed. I’m sure you knew this before I even agreed to this. I don’t like you. In fact, I’m fairly certain I hate you. I don’t like you near my Livvie, and I would love nothing more than to help you with that breathing problem of yours.”
The suspended Agent would be able to smell the shot of whiskey Caleb had drunk earlier.
Livvie was suddenly jealous. There was very little that could compare to the feeling of having all that intensity directed at you.
Nothing better than having that barely leashed violence that always seemed to surround Caleb completely focused on you.
No matter who he was now, Caleb would always be just this side of sociopathic. And handsome beyond compare.
Caleb backed off without so much as touching Reed. Livvie pouted in disappointment. Was a little man on man action too much to ask for?
“But Livvie likes you. Which only makes my hate for you exponentially greater.” Caleb’s eyes shifted suddenly.
Half vampires like Caleb weren’t hard to piss off.
They might be half human, but their other half was a dangerous predator.
They were territorial by nature, so it was safe to say that Caleb and Reed would never, ever be besties.
“Nonetheless,” Caleb continued, “here we are about to fulfill this dirty little need of yours.”
Caleb’s grin was scary. All fangs and black eyes.
Reed scoffed. “Yeah, well, you should be in prison, you sick fuck. Nothing would make me happier than seeing you in an orange jumpsuit behind filthy metal bars.”
Caleb moved around Reed until he stood behind the restrained FBI Agent again. “I doubt that, Agent Reed. You seem to like me just fine standing right here holding this finely crafted cane, ready to take it to your flesh.”
Caleb gave Reed a tolerant smile, his face going back to human.
Caleb’s bare torso looked golden and shiny under the track lighting of the finished basement, his eyes darker than his normal Caribbean blue, sparkling like sapphires.
Livvie couldn’t take her eyes off him. It was the same every time they were in this space together.
The instant she crossed the threshold of the basement door, all her senses went into hyperdrive.
She breathed Caleb in here. Out there, she was an independent, successful woman, but in here, in this world she and Caleb had created, she was Caleb’s. His Kitten.
The room certainly wasn’t a full-on kink room, not by a long shot, but it did have a few of Caleb’s…
special playthings. Like the pipe Reed now hung from.
It was the color of fresh blood, and to others it might look like a cleverly disguised plumbing fixture—the red paint tastefully accentuating the decor of the room—but to them, to Caleb and Livvie, it was something used for pleasure. Or in Reed’s case, pleasure and pain.
“Asshole.”
“That’s it? No witty comeback? I’m disappointed, Agent.”
Reed kept his mouth shut, but fire burned in his eyes. Lust or hate, Livvie couldn’t tell.
Running the end of the rattan cane (Caleb had told her that’s what it was called) down Reed’s spine, Caleb spoke in that quiet, commanding tone.
“But alas, my hate and the desire to help you stop breathing will have to be put on hold for tonight.” Caleb paused, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
He flexed his hand around the cane. “Livvie’s desires come first. So I beat you to an inch of your life. Now breathe, Agent Reed.”
Caleb didn’t give any more warning before the cane made a thwack sound against Reed’s back.
“Sweet fuck,” Reed groaned, his entire body jolting from the blow.
“This is just a warm up, Agent Reed.”
The next hit came on the heels of the first, and Reed closed his eyes in what looked like bliss. His deep moans made Livvie feel tingly in certain places.
She was transfixed by the two men, each in their own little world. Caleb’s face was a mask of concentration and pleasure. Not sexual pleasure exactly, but the pleasure one felt while hurting someone who had hurt them.
That was not the case with the handsome agent.
Matthew Reed was hard. His naked cock twitched whenever Caleb brought the cane down on his flesh. Livvie blatantly stared at it. At Reed. At Caleb. The sight before her was not what she’d been expecting.
When Livvie had learned of Matthew’s needs, a spark of curiosity had ignited in her belly.
But this wasn’t at all what she’d imagined…
and she’d done a lot of it. She wasn’t wincing or hating the sight of Caleb beating another person.
She wasn’t hating any of it. The complete opposite, actually, Livvie thought, as she swallowed hard.
There was a warmth spreading from her cheeks to her chest and down between her thighs.
In the past five years since Reed and Livvie had become friends, Reed had come to visit her on all his vacations away from the FBI, much to Caleb’s dismay.
When Reed had first confided in her about his…
unusual tastes in pleasure, Livvie admitted she hadn’t known what to do with the information.
Curiosity at the why, how, and with whom plagued her late at night.
She’d sometimes lie awake imagining Reed in various scenarios.
When those scenes had morphed into ones starring Caleb, Reed, and her, she could no longer hide how much the idea fascinated her.
So she’d gone to Reed and confessed. At first Reed had been shocked, but shock had quickly turned to interest. It had glowed brightly in his eyes.
Convincing Caleb had been the real fucking mission.
“Kitten, you’re drooling,” Caleb said suddenly.
Livvie jumped a little at the sound of his voice, her cheeks flushing at getting caught. She glanced at him. “Am not.”
“Yes, you are. Do you see something you like?”
Reed was breathing heavily, and he moaned quietly as he watched her. She swallowed, her gaze going back to Caleb.
“There are two hot guys before me; one completely nude, the other one is getting there. What do you think, Caleb?”
Caleb growled. “I’m the only one you should be drooling over.”
“Oh, I am. But you have to admit, Reed looks good hanging there with you as a backdrop.”
Caleb raised an eyebrow, but her comment seemed to pacify him. The rattan stopped. She’d counted five strikes.
“Is your pussy wet, Kitten?” Caleb twirled the cane again, making the air whistle in that toe curling way. His gaze remained on the cane as if her answer was inconsequential.
Livve admitted she loved this dominant side of his personality. Caleb didn’t even have to try. He just was.
“Caleb…” She wasn’t sure what he wanted her to say or how far he wanted her to go. Livvie was sure he’d caught her staring down Reed with lust in her eyes, so what exactly did Caleb intend to do with her? With Reed?
“Show me, Kitten. Show me what I’ll be sinking my cock into shortly,” he said softly, his eyes lifting to meet hers.
Oh, fuck. Oh, Jesus. Livvie squirmed in her spot on the couch. Her cheeks warming.
She quickly looked to Reed, who was still watching the exchange, his eyes half-mast but intense on Livvie’s face.
What was Reed thinking? Did he feel the same pull to Livvie that she did to him?
Because, truth be told, Livvie was enjoying becoming more than a spectator in this fascinating little scene.
The question was, how far would Caleb let her go? And did she want to?
“Kitten. Now,” Caleb said.
Livvie peeled her eyes away from Reed. Caleb’s own eyes were narrowed on her, his gaze unexpectedly heated. She moved her eyes down his body. His black trousers were tented at the crotch.
Oh, fuck yeah.
He still stood behind Reed, his arms hanging loosely at his side, the cane in one hand. His Caribbean blue eyes were even darker now, just the way they always got right before he fucked her.