Cruel Black Hearts: A Dark Reverse Harem Romance

by Candace Wondrak

  This was so unlike me, it was almost ridiculous. I never once thought I’d give myself to a total stranger, never thought I’d ever go home with anyone. Hell, I’d known Killian for a few years when he came onto me at the Christmas party, and while I found him decently attractive, there was nothing between us.

  Edward was another story. I’d only met him hours ago, and I felt closer to him than I felt to anyone before. Physically, mentally, sexually. I wanted him to do every little dirty thing he could think of tonight. Such a strange admission, coming from me. Almost like I wasn’t myself. Like I was two separate people, sharing a body.

  Like the good, quiet me had kept the bad Stella from emerging all these years, and now she was here, ready to rock the world and get rocked in return.

  Oh, yes. Bad Stella was here, and I wasn’t about to let her go anywhere.

  Chapter Six - Stella

  Edward lowered his head, pressing his lips against my throat, kissing me in a deceivingly gentle manner. This man—with ropes permanently attached to the four posts of his bed, I knew he was wilder than his put-together appearance would suggest. Just how wild was he? I’d find out soon enough.

  His hands brushed my chest, his fingers grazing over my nipples, tweaking and pulling at them, eliciting sounds from me I had never made before. I didn’t want him to stop, even if it was a little painful. Maybe it was just new.

  I didn’t expect this to be a fairytale encounter, so when his mouth went down instead of up to my lips, I didn’t whine or groan. I wanted to see just what his mouth could do.

  Edward’s mouth went to the nearest nipple, his teeth grazing the risen pebble, his tongue dancing in swirls around it. I found myself arching my back and spreading my legs under him; a natural response to such a teasing sensation.

  I wanted more, and more I would get.

  His mouth abandoned my nipple. “You’re a greedy one, aren’t you?” Edward asked in a hushed whisper after I’d spread my legs. Had he not told me he wanted them spread before him? I couldn’t exactly help what my body was doing—it was a stranger to me at this point. “Good, because tonight I’m feeling generous.”

  As he spoke, his hands traversed down my body, over my flat stomach. One of them dug into my hip while the other…while the other went someplace no hand had gone before. Not even my own.

  I’d never seen the point in touching myself. Masturbation was not something that ever popped into my head as I was growing up, even as a teenager. Never really felt the need or the urge to have a release. But tonight, tonight all of that changed, and it was something I wanted more than anything.

  His fingers slid against me, curving alongside my body, caressing the most sensitive part of me. I let out a moan; it came from me before I could stop it—and I would’ve stopped it too, because I didn’t want Edward to know just how much I’d truly given into him.

  He worked me with ease, like playing an instrument he’d been around for years, something he’d mastered long ago. Edward was my maestro, my fiddler and my master. He put most of his focus on a nub of pink, soft skin at the apex, watching me squirm and moan all the while. I didn’t feel self-conscious; maybe I should have. This was not something normal women did, not with strangers.

  But I didn’t care. Tonight, caring about what normal women did was the last thing on my mind. I surrendered.

  “You are so wet for me,” Edward murmured, his blue gaze rising to mine. “You feel amazing. I can’t wait to be inside of you, to feel you all around me.” His words were dirty, and they made me only want him more, which I didn’t even think was possible. I was already a slave to his will; what more did the man want from me?

  He dipped a finger in me, just one, which was probably more than enough, since the only other thing that had ever been inside my vagina was my gynecologist at my yearly checkup. It didn’t hurt; on the contrary, I hardly felt it. I wanted more down here, more to make me feel something.

  As if reading my mind, Edward stuck another digit in, and he lowered his mouth to my apex. His tongue flicked out as his fingers worked me, moving along me in just the right way. My back arched again, and my eyes closed. I couldn’t sit up and watch his face between my legs. It was too much.

  I lost myself in what he did to me. The truth was, he could’ve pulled out a knife right then and there, and I wouldn’t have even blinked to stop him, even if my wrists weren’t tied up. Edward had me right where he wanted me, and I relished every single tingle of pleasure that coursed through my body thanks to his tongue and his fingers.

  Really, I should thank all the women who’d been here before me, because without them, Edward would’ve had no practice. To get to a skill level like this took practice; I wasn’t naive enough to think otherwise.

  My body started to tense, my toes clenching and my fingers curling into fists. Something built inside of me, spiraled and grew until it was undeniable, until the pleasure exploded in my core, washing over me like a tidal wave of ecstasy, bliss shot directly into my body thanks to his hard work. I moaned loudly, unable to stop myself.

  As Edward slowly withdrew his fingers from me, I wondered: was that an orgasm? Was that why I felt still a little tingly, even after the sensation was gone? I felt like I could have another one. I suddenly understood my sex-crazed best friend. All this time, Callie had known where it was at.

  Edward lifted his head, saying, “The first of many I plan on giving you tonight.” The way he said it, so matter-of-factly, made me shiver all the more. This man’s power over me was insane, and it didn’t make sense, but I was over fighting it.

  He pushed himself off the bed, standing at the foot of it, his gaze lingering between my legs, which still ached for his touch and his mouth. More, my body screamed, give me more. Edward started to take off his clothes, and swiftly my body ached for something else.

  His body was…more impressive with the clothes off. Edward had muscles, that much I’d already known, but the extent of which I had no idea until I looked at his naked body. The veins bulging in his arms, his defined pectoral muscles, the six pack sitting on his stomach below his belly button and the V-shape that led to his well-hung manhood. It did not surprise me to see his dick standing ready, hard and erect, ready for the next step.

  I was literally going to lose my virginity to a stranger, but I didn’t care one bit.

  Before I could blink, he was on top of me again, leaning his forehead against mine. Edward said nothing, but I felt his hand move between us and position the head of his dick against me. I breathed in, holding the breath in my lungs, not sure what I should expect. His dick was longer and thicker than the fingers he’d stuck in me. Would this hurt? Was I not ready? We were about to cross the point of no return.

  He must’ve seen my trepidation, for he whispered, “Relax, Stella. I’ll make it feel good, I promise.”

  I didn’t see how he could promise such a thing, but there was really no room to argue. He pushed inside of me slowly, as if being careful with me. I suppose I appreciated it, but it wasn’t like he knew this was my first time, and I wasn’t about to admit to him I was a virgin prior to this. How embarrassing.

  Edward let out the sexiest groan a man could ever utter when he was fully inside of me, his length filling me up completely. It might’ve hurt a bit at first, more of an uncomfortableness really, but as he started to thrust his hips, dragging himself in and out of me, the discomfort faded and I was able to focus on the warm body above mine.

  God, how badly I wanted to touch him. To hold him and feel his chest grunt against mine as he thrust into me. But I couldn’t, because I was tied up and restrained. It was almost like I was an unwilling participant in this, and I couldn’t help but wonder if it helped him get off, knowing I was restrained beneath him. Of course, I was the last person alive who had the right to judge anyone, so I let it go.

  I let it go because I was enjoying being tied up just as much as he liked being in charge.

  Edward kept a steady pace, almost like he was trying
to drag it out. Again, I couldn’t blame him—I didn’t want this to end either. It felt too good to end so soon, too right. Fate had to have had a hand on us meeting tonight, because I never would’ve done this with any random stranger.

  Edward and I…we were alike in more ways than one.

  I was so lost in Edward—and by extension, he was so lost in me—we didn’t hear anything beyond the bedroom.

  Unfortunate, because soon we weren’t alone.

  Another man barged in the room, working to undo the top button on his dark uniform. His hair was black and cut close to the sides, a bit longer on top, and his eyes were a dark brown, practically black. His gaze landed on Edward and me, and he didn’t even act surprised.

  I couldn’t even smack Edward on the back, couldn’t seem to find my voice to alert him to the other man’s presence. The other man, I swiftly saw the badge on his belt, was a goddamn cop.

  If Edward could stop thrusting inside me, I could probably find my voice and warn him we were about to be arrested or something, but he wouldn’t stop. He didn’t care. And, I realized, neither did the cop. Instead of reacting how any sane person would’ve reacted to walking in on two people having sex, the dark haired man continued to unbutton his shirt, his gaze taking in every aspect of our positions.

  Me, tied up and under Edward. Edward, pummeling me, the slick sounds of my vagina rising in the air.

  Oh, God.

  The cop wasn’t even stunned. Was this his roommate? Did they…do this all the time? I didn’t know what to think. Everything about sex was still kind of new to me—not to mention the instant attraction I’d felt for Edward. Should I turn away from the cop and look in the other direction? Should I pretend he’s not even there? It was what Edward was doing.

  As if sensing my confusion, Edward whispered, “Hey, just focus on me right now, Stella.” He pressed his nose against my cheek, adding, “On me, and how wet you are. Come for me again.”

  It wasn’t like I could orgasm on command.

  I wanted to bare my teeth. I wanted to tell him I wasn’t just some doll, but the annoyance inside of me faded almost instantly as I did what he instructed me to do. Focused on him, like he was the only other person in the room. Felt his length glide in and out of me. His hands went to my throat, as if he was going to choke me, and a thrill raced through me. Other man in the room or not…I liked it just as rough as Edward did.

  The second time I came, I came to an audience with fingers curling around my neck.

  Chapter Seven – Lincoln

  I couldn’t believe he got her, and I couldn’t believe he was already fucking her. When I came home and headed up the stairs, the last thing I thought I’d walk into was Ed with the journalist. I heard the moaning, so I knew he’d be with someone, but the journalist he’d been obsessed with for the last few months? The man worked fast.

  After barging into his bedroom, more curious than anything, I couldn’t help but stare at her. Tied up, her pale skin all sweaty and flushed, she was a sight for sore eyes. Beautiful in the way all prey was when they were helpless and under Ed’s and my control.

  Stella could not stop staring at me, which I couldn’t exactly blame her, I supposed. If Ed hadn’t told her about me, about our…shared activities, well—of course she’d be a little freaked out. Who wouldn’t? Nearly everything Ed and I did was considered taboo to society. Our shared conquests included.

  I continued to take off my uniform, even after Ed told her to focus on him, watching as he grabbed her throat. His back glistening in sweat, he pounded into her with a sudden fierceness; Ed always had to be in utter control when he came. It was something I understood, because control was not something ever easily given, especially for people like us.

  From my position, I could tell she was a small thing. Maybe five feet tall. Not an ounce of muscle on her and no fat to be seen. If anything, she was on the skinner side. It was like this woman hardly ate. When Ed’s obsession with her died—and it surely would, because they always did—she would not put up any fight. A kindergartener could overpower her. Brown hair, thin face—she was pretty, though.

  And then, when her body shook with pleasure—the exact same moment Ed’s back tensed and he let out a guttural moan—I saw it. Or them, I should say. He forced her head to turn, burying his face in her neck as he slumped over her, spent for only the moment, and I saw her eyes.

  One a bright, vibrant blue, so deep and pure it put the color of the sky to shame. The other was a neutral brown, both cold and warm at the same time. It was like staring at two different people, the colors so vastly different from each other.

  I didn’t like them. I didn’t like them at all.

  I shed my uniform piece by piece, eventually standing there naked, my dick hard. It didn’t take much for me to get excited, and watching Ed have his way with his obsessions was one of them.

  The question was, though, did Ed tell his newest flower he liked to share?

  We shared everything, Ed and I. We’ve shared everything with each other for years now, and I didn’t see it stopping anytime soon. Ed needed to be in control, whatever animal lurked inside of him had to be on top, but on the flip side, the animal had other cravings too. He had to watch, which was fine with me, because I liked a captive audience just as much as the next. Sometimes he wanted us to take them together; I was down for anything.

  No matter how much he liked them, he always grew bored of them too, and then we had a different sort of fun with them. I would be lying if I said I didn’t look forward to getting rid of his obsessions. There was just something so indescribably amazing about watching life vacate someone’s eyes while feeling their warm blood seep on your hands. Oh, yes. There were some days I liked killing more than I did sex.

  Tonight, I wasn’t sure which one I was feeling more. This woman’s fucking eyes were creeping me the fuck out. I wanted to pluck them out of her skull so she couldn’t stare at me anymore. Would Ed stop me if I tried?

  Probably. She was still shiny and new to him, so I would wait. Soon enough, I knew, we’d get to kill her anyway, whether it was tomorrow or a week from now.

  Ed pulled out of her, his dick still semi-erect and dripping with cum and her slick. He stood, running a hand through his hair before turning to me, grinning. He looked like a boy when he smiled, with his fucking dimples and his innocent face. Who would ever guess that behind those sapphire eyes sat a psychopath waiting to emerge?

  “So you got her,” I said, glancing beside us.

  The woman’s legs were still spread; I could see white cum dribbling from her sex. A familiar ache crept up my balls. The sight was anything but a turn off. I liked sharing just as much as Ed did.

  “I didn’t tell her about you,” Ed said, moving to look at her.

  I held back a laugh. That much was obvious, based on the look on her face when I walked into the room. I had to give credit where credit was due though—she kept her legs spread, even though Ed hadn’t tied down her ankles. She either didn’t care we were looking at her, didn’t care there were two naked men less than five feet from her, or she was trying hard not to move, pretending not to listen to our conversation.

  “Maybe you should,” I said. “Because I’m getting drained tonight, one way or another.”

  Ed nodded, not arguing with me. He returned to the bed, but instead of crawling on top of her, he moved beside her, running his hands through her hair, forcing her to look at him with those weird eyes. “I’m afraid I did keep something from you,” he murmured, his voice sickeningly sweet. You caught more flies with sugar, and all that shit—something I hated.

  Instead of freaking out, instead of saying anything remotely normal, Stella said, “I can see that.”

  Of course. With those fucking eyes, why the hell would she act normal? This woman…I hadn’t even been in the same room with her for more than five minutes, and I already knew she wasn’t normal, creepy eyes aside.

  “This is Lincoln,” Ed continued, gesturing to me. As if I
needed any introduction, like she hadn’t yet noticed me. “Lincoln and I…we share everything.” His fingers moved along her jawbone, up her cheek, a disgusting display of affection. It was something I knew Ed was good at, making the prey caught in the web believe they weren’t in danger.

  A beat before Stella whispered, “You want to share me.” It wasn’t a question, more like a statement. She knew that’s exactly what Ed wanted. She was smart, I could tell, even if it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know that’s where he was headed with this.

  Ed gave her a slow nod. “I do, and I want to watch.” He left it at that, waiting for her to say something.

  “And if I say no?” Stella asked, to which Ed probably had a sweet sentimentality ready to go, but I had enough.

  I moved to the foot of the bed, gripping her ankles hard. The woman didn’t even flinch, hardly looked at me, which only further angered me. If she wanted to play games, I would be more than happy to call her bluff. “If you say no, I’ll fuck you anyway. I’ll fuck you until you say yes.”

  Something passed over her blue eye, clouded its depths. “You’re angry. Why?”

  I practically growled. As if she fucking cared. “I’m always angry,” I muttered, crawling over her, my hands sliding up her legs. I watched her reaction as I touched her, harder than I knew Ed had touched her. Out of the two of us, I liked it rougher, a bit more violent.

  Violence was like my fucking middle name.

  How Stella looked at me then, the glimmer of acceptance in her freaky gaze, how she barely even looked at Ed, who cooed and cawed on her side, smoothing down her hair and generally being tender—I hated it. I hated her. Who the hell was she to look at me like that? To judge me? Oh, the woman had no idea just how bad I could really be.