Chapter 10 #3
“Jackson is a free spirit, refusing to hold down a job for longer than a few months.” He grumbled under his breath.
“The death of our father put him into a tailspin. Granted, I think that was partially due to the fact my father always gave into his wants and needs, accepting whatever story Jackson was able to conjure up.”
“Has he ever worked here?”
“By my side for years. Then something changed in him.”
“A darkness?” I dared to ask.
“Maybe so.”
“Have you ever thought that the darkness has been inside of both of you since you were little?”
“Has anyone ever told you that you ask far too many questions?” He growled in my ear, telling me in no uncertain terms to stop trying to delve into his personal life.
“All the time,” I said, trying to laugh it off. “It’s late. I should get going.”
“I’m not finished with you yet, Aspen. You’re allowed to leave when I say you are.”
I would ordinarily be incensed, doing everything I could to walk out the door, but just the vibes in his voice alone made me want to stay.
Or maybe it was the hunger that continued to build, a need that I couldn’t begin to understand.
Whatever the case, I was thrown into a longing that almost suffocated me.
He pinched my nipple, twisting and pulling until I finally cried out. Then he whispered in my ear in such a sultry manner I swooned. “Pain and pleasure, my little kitten. You’re going to understand the joys of both.”
Exhaling, a slight whimper escaped my lips. I was cognizant that he’d pulled me away from the railing, leaning me over just slightly. When I felt his cock being pressed against my pussy lips, I shuddered.
“I need to be inside of you. Taking you. Giving you pleasure.” He slowly pushed his shaft inside, taking his time unlike he’d done before.
I was still breathless from the moment, closing my eyes as the light breeze wafting over us created another series of vibrations.
I was so alive, more so than I’d been in years.
I felt as if I could take on the world, but there was even more.
A darkness lurked inside of me, tugging at my emotions as well as my mind.
I was caught in his volatile world of guilt and near madness, but I had no doubt he was completely sane.
He was merely a ruptured soul, someone seeking refuge in a person he could trust.
And who he could dominate.
I bit back another cry as he pulled out, thrusting into me again.
My muscles strained, clenching around him and pulling him in even deeper.
When he repeated the move, the force shoving me against the edge of the thick, cold iron, I almost felt as if I was flying.
There were no other words to describe my feelings or the electricity shooting into every muscle and tendon.
How could one man have this kind of command over me?
There was something less demanding about the way he fucked me, slowing his rhythm as he plunged in and out.
But his words were just as dark and filthy as before.
“I can’t wait to mark your body before driving my cock inside your asshole. I’m going to tie you to my bed, keeping you shackled until I’m able to fulfill every one of my needs. Then I’ll introduce you to my world.”
His world. Images flashed in my mind as to what his world entailed. I arched my back, pushing back against him. I was covered in prickles, the breeze only accentuating the fact I was shaking.
Montgomery fisted my hair with one hand, twisting my long strands around his fingers as he gripped my hip with the other. Everything about the man reeked of passion and strength, further exciting the hell out of me. Our combined scent was overwhelming, more intoxicating than before.
“Yes… Oh…” I couldn’t put a coherent sentence together and every other sound was blanked out, only allowing his guttural growls to resonate in my ears. I adored the primal man, the one who took what he wanted.
I could even see something else between us. No. No. That was insane. As the fucking became more savage, I met every brutal thrust with one of my own. I could tell he’d rocked onto the balls of his feet, driving into me harder and faster.
Everything became a frenzy, the beast inside him taking over.
He became ferocious, fucking me like a wild animal.
I was drifting closer and closer to an orgasm, flames erupting all around me.
I could no longer breathe, my heart beating so fast my throat was closing.
I tried to keep my eyes open as the dazzling sensations rocketed through me.
“Come for me, little kitten. Come on my cock.” His command was husky and dark.
But I wanted the moment between us to last. When he jerked back my head, I gasped, the angle pushing me to a point of no return.
“Come. Now!”
I exploded, my pussy clenching and releasing violently. “Yes. Yes!” I no longer cared if anyone could hear us. I couldn’t stop shaking as a single climax turned into several.
“That’s it. That’s my girl.”
His girl. The thought was overwhelming.
I felt the smack of his hand against my bottom as he slowed, nuzzling into my neck. He dragged his tongue down the side then nipped my skin, issuing four more hard strikes in rapid succession. Then he continued fucking me, his growls turning into roars.
Exhaustion mixed with sheer excitement as his cock started to swell. I knew he was close to coming and whether he liked it or not, I took what little control I had.
I squeezed my muscles.
There was nothing like the sweet music of his roar pumping into the night sky.
A few seconds later, he collapsed against me, his breathing as ragged as mine. As he held me close, I could feel another shift from deep inside him. The darkness had left him, if only for a little while.
Sighing, I reveled in the close moment, a smile crossing my face. “This is nice.” Nice. That wasn’t a word that made any sense, but it was all I could manage.
He chuckled in my ear, biting down on my earlobe then licking the shell for a few seconds before answering, “This is spectacular.”
The sudden sound of a ringing phone made his entire body tense.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
“Do you need to get that?”
“I don’t need to talk to anyone. To hell with them.”
His hold on me tightened again, as if the person on the other end of the line was going to take me away from him. I couldn’t imagine why he felt guilty for losing Carmine in the fire. What had really occurred that horrible night? He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief when the phone stopped ringing.
“I think we both need a drink,” he stated, prepared to pull away when the phone rang again. “Goddamn it!”
I noticed something in the sky, a strange coloration, flickers of something I couldn’t make out from where I was standing. “Montgomery. I think you need to take a look at this.”
Huffing, he returned toward the railing, allowing his gaze to follow where I was pointing. “Shit.”
“What is that?”
“A fire.”
“Here?”
“I’m not certain, but I have to go.”
I snapped my hand around his arm. “I want to go with you.”
He glowered down at me, shaking his head. “As long as you stay in the car. Do you understand me?”
“Of course.”
“Then get dressed. The night just turned to shit and if I have my way, someone is going to die tonight.”
Death.
The words remained imbedded in the forefront of my mind. What I realized at that moment was that the ruthless tyrant could easily turn into a killer.