The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(153)
“Have you?” he asked, a low rumble in his chest.
“Yes.” It was the truth. He was at the center of the storm with her even though his name wasn’t in the media. They were two halves of the same fucked up coin, except she’d only ever seen the light, and he’d only had the dark. It was time for them to share. He deserved some light, and she had discovered that she craved the dark. Lowering her voice, she traced the hard ridge of his cock through his pants. “When we get back to my apartment, I’ll scream for you, I’ll cry for you, I’ll beg you to fuck me. I want you, Adam, and I’m not confused about who you are.”
“If I touch you right now, will you be wet, princess?” That wicked grin spread across his perfect lips, and she shifted her feet a little farther apart in invitation. One fist caught her by the hair, holding her back against the wall, and the other slid down her side until he could gather her skirt up and push her panties aside. The first brush of his fingers between her lips made her hips buck forward, and he teased her clit for a moment, too light, his eyes tracing her face as she bit down on her bottom lip to stay quiet. Then he thrust two fingers deep, and she couldn’t hold back the gasp as the heat blossomed and rushed through her veins.
“Adam,” she whimpered, and he captured her lips again as he teased and tormented her, winding her up until she was slick and grinding against his hand.
He stopped as suddenly as he’d started. Lifting his fingers to his lips, he drew them in and groaned low as he tasted her. “You still taste like heaven.”
“Does this mean you’ll come with me?” Rebecca asked, breathless.
“I’m going to ruin you.”
“You’ve already ruined me, I’m just asking you to fulfill your promise.” She rolled her hips against him and he groaned and pinned her back against the wall.
“What do you want from me? It’s yours.”
“I want to know all of it.”
“All right,” he nodded, his hips rubbing against her in a method that was almost too distracting.
“I want you to always be honest with me.”
“If we don’t leave soon, I’m going to fuck you on the floor until you’re in need of medical attention.” He bit down on her shoulder, and she felt a growl in her own chest as she squirmed against him. “How’s that for honesty?”
“Perfect.” She had to stifle a moan, focusing. “And I want a promise.”
“Anything.”
“Don’t call me Rapunzel again.” A moan slipped from her lips as he rocked between her thighs. They were making out like teenagers and she could barely think straight.
“Okay, princess. Now choose where I’m fucking you, because it’s either here with Nurse Sandy as an audience or somewhere else.”
“I rented an apartment.”
“How far?”
“Ten minutes.”
He pulled her away from the wall and with great effort pried himself back. His eyes were wild with energy, his beautiful face flushed, his hair a mess from her hands in it. “Lead the way.”
“You’re not going to walk with me?” She smiled when he growled.
“I’m going to follow you, and then in the car I’m going to describe in detail what I will do once I have you naked behind a locked door.”
“Do I get a hint?”
“It’s going to make you scream.” Heat hit her cheeks and she had to swallow as a dizzying wave of arousal almost made her knees buckle. “You should start moving now, princess. I’ve spent enough years waiting to have you.”
Rebecca ripped the door open and started back down the hall, but she could feel him behind her, like a stalking animal. Yes, there was darkness in her too, and she loved the way he called to it, loved the way her body answered, loved the way he was unapologetically honest.
As she passed the nurse’s station, she saw yet another news broadcast about the dissolution of Monarch Systems, a flash of The Tower on the screen that had been her home for her entire life. A prison with glass walls that she hadn’t even been aware she’d been locked in.
She could have gone back to it, could have tried to save the company, the empire—but why would she ever choose The Tower, when she could have her dark prince?
The End
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Jennifer Bene
Jennifer Bene is a best-selling author of erotic fiction who loves wine, hiking, whiskey, and keyboards – not necessarily in that order. She’s been writing for years, but it’s always been the dark stuff that makes her tingly, so her books are full of aggressive alpha males and Doms, feisty women who may or may not have a submissive streak, and intense, psychological storylines. Whether it’s showing up in erotica, paranormal romance, ménage, or anything else she decides to venture into, it’s always a little dark. But, don’t worry, she also insists on having a nice little happily-ever-after! After all, without the dark, we’d never notice the light, now would we?
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