Entwined: (A Dark Romance Kidnap Thriller) (The Dark Necessities Trilogy Book 3)

by Felicity Brandon

  Connor nodded. “Stay,” he commanded, no doubt keeping the instructions short intentionally to increase the analogy of Molly as his pet.

  The reality made her clit throb with renewed vigor.

  She swallowed as he paced away to the counter, knowing already what he would return with. As soon as he was back, the soft leather in his hands confirmed her suspicions. Connor wrapped the collar around her neck, securing it wordlessly. Oddly, as Molly felt his fingers complete the task, she realized that she did feel better for it. The gesture made her safe somehow, as though this symbol of his possession over Molly completed her in some new, and tangible way. The finger at her chin propped her gaze north again, ensuring eye contact before he spoke.

  “I want you naked now,” he told her quietly. “And then I want you to polish my cock.”

  Molly ran her tongue across her lower lip at his words, the prospect of being allowed to pleasure him this way downright alluring. Quickly, she slipped out of her bra, sliding her panties down to her knees before removing them completely. By the time her attention was back on Connor, his eager cock had already been released, and she glanced up to find his taut, muscular torso also on display.

  “Master,” she gasped out of instinct.

  No matter how many times she laid eyes on him, Molly could never get over just how fine he really was. In all those dark hours at the house, she’d rarely had time, cause or opportunity to appreciate the fact.

  Connor smiled down at her. “You like what you see, kitten?”

  She was nodding as she inched closer to the prize. Fuck, yes, she liked it. She liked it one hell of a lot. “Yes, Master,” she told him enthusiastically.

  His hand fell to the side of her face at her answer. “Show me, then,” he ordered. “Show me how much you like it.”

  Molly’s lips parted at once, and she licked her tongue over the velvety crown of his cock. Connor groaned at the sensation, his digits tightening in her hair in reply as she took his hard length into her throat. It had been a while since Molly had been able to pleasure Connor this way, and rarely had she ever been so liberated. There were no ropes now, not even a leash at her neck, and while those things had always aroused her, she found the loss of them even more empowering.

  She sucked him greedily, devouring his erection over and over, as she used her whole throat to encase his cock. Molly didn’t have to glance up to know what Connor thought of her performance. The guttural noises coming from above her told her everything she needed to know. He absolutely loved it, and frankly Molly concurred. She loved the intimacy, she loved the sensations as she gagged around the end of his rod, and to make it even better, she loved the fact that she yielded to his desire without the need for bondage. This was real submission. Molly was here because she wanted to be, she knelt because she chose to, and she worshipped his cock because she loved him.

  “Fuck, Molly,” he growled after a while. “I want you.”

  He drew away so abruptly that a pool of saliva fell between their bodies as Molly fell to all fours. She gasped, panting as Connor strode the short distance to where his stash of condoms was located. He was back in little more than a moment though, sliding the sheath over his throbbing manhood as he loomed over her.

  “Come with me,” he instructed. “You know how to move by now.”

  Molly bit her lip as she gazed up at the man. He was so fucking commanding, it drove her wild, and she couldn’t imagine that ever changing. “Yes, Master,” she agreed, shifting forward on all fours as she followed him the short distance to the couch.

  She watched as he took his place on the soft seat, her eyes widening as he beckoned for her to join him.

  “Up,” he ordered. “I want you on me. I want you to ride me, kitten. Ride me, and come for me and look into my eyes as the pleasure consumes you.”

  Molly gulped at his words as she climbed up to join him. He wanted her on top. He actually demanded it. That fact alone made her feel completely wanton, but as she slid his hardness into her wet pussy, Molly knew it was more than that; exponentially more. This gesture was the demonstration of everything that was new between the two of them. Yes, Molly was still collared and naked, but she was here by choice, and she rode him now with unbridled passion.

  Fucking Connor this way was divine. It had been so uncommon for her to have control when they fucked before the trial, and now it was Molly who could decide the speed of the act, and the depth of each blissful intrusion. It was heaven.

  “Kitten.”

  Connor’s voice was a husky growl, and the timbre captured her attention easily. In the haze of her desire, Molly hadn’t realized her gaze had lowered to the expanse of Connor’s chest, and now the sound of his voice reminded her of his one outstanding instruction.

  “I’m sorry,” she gasped, stilling against the base of his now massive erection as she met his eyes again. “I was so lost in you.”

  He smirked at her response, the arch of his right brow making her clench around his cock. “Lose yourself in my eyes, kitten,” he told her sensually. “I want to see you come apart.”

  Molly inhaled at the order, grateful she seemed to have gotten away with the misdemeanor. Gazing into Connor’s eyes wasn’t such a hard task, after all. They had become something of a fascination for her anyway, and the scintillating look in them now was almost enough to set her alight.

  “Better,” he purred as she began to move over him again. “There’s my good little pet.”

  She mewled in response, the volume growing as Connor reached for her breasts and began to massage them roughly. Molly’s nipples beaded out of instinct, and she arched her back at the sensation, pushing the hard buds into his fingers.

  “I loved having you there with me tonight,” he murmured as she ground relentlessly over his hard length. “You looked fucking amazing, and I was so proud of you.”

  The burgeoning friction at Molly’s clit was making it difficult for her to stay with his words, let alone reply, but she did her best to comply, ensuring her gaze remained fixed on his tantalizing eyes.

  “Master,” she moaned as he joined her with one, long thrust. “I loved it, too.”

  “Good,” he cooed, pushing his body forward to meet her lips.

  Connor’s kiss was as hard and unrelenting as his gaze, but the connection gave Molly the chance to lose herself in the heady intensity of his cock for a moment, and her eyes fluttered closed as his tongue made a slow, sensual sweep of her mouth. She heard the groan that escaped her lips, although she had not commanded the sound. Fuck, the intrusion of his mouth was exquisite, especially when combined with the way his cock possessed her cunt. This was their visceral chemistry in full bloom, and she never wanted it to end.

  As soon as their lips parted, Molly began to pant. Her eyes flew open to find his compelling gaze once more, the message in them clear, even though it remained unspoken.

  You belong to me, kitten, it told her. Chains or no chains. Ropes or no ropes. In public or in private. You are mine.

  As though Connor’s cock wanted to personally deliver the message, it began to fuck her back now. His hips withdrawing as far as the couch would allow, before he propelled them forward, slamming his erection between her wet folds.

  “Oh!” Molly cried out, wanting desperately to throw her head back and allow the sensation to wash over her.

  But she couldn’t. That was not what Connor had commanded.

  “Master, please,” she panted, once again unclear precisely what it was she implored the man for, but knowing the urgency needed release, nonetheless.

  “You’re close, kitten,” he purred as those ruthless fingers returned to her needy breasts again and began to tug. “So close. Stop holding on, and give in to the pleasure. Give yourself to me.”

  Molly blinked at him, her lips parted as she gasped for breath. As fucking always, he was right. She was close. And each new lunge, whether it was initiated by her hips, or his delicious cock, sent her soaring closer to the brink.


  “I’m yours,” she gasped, her voice almost pained as she made the admission.

  Connor’s arms shifted, snaking to her back and pulling Molly even closer to his body. “I know, beautiful,” he murmured. “You are mine, and now you’re going to prove it to me once again.”

  She called out as his lips grazed the side of her neck, the movement temporarily breaking the hypnotic spell of his green gaze. Fuck, he was amazing, and absolutely accurate. She was his, and she was about to prove it. More than that though, Molly knew in the very deepest part of her subconscious, that she was going to spend the rest of her life proving it to him.

  “Now,” he growled, arching his neck back to meet her eyes. “Now, Molly. Come for me.”

  And that was it. All it took was that one, final command from her master and she came, climaxing with an intensity that made tears spring to her eyes. But these weren’t tears of pain, frustration, or even pleasure. These were a testament to the passion, a show of just how far they’d traveled, and also an acknowledgment of the journey still to come.

  Chapter Forty-Three

  She called out as she reached orgasm, her muscles spasming around his excited cock as Molly splintered. Connor rested against the couch, enthralled as his little kitten obeyed, coming undone right before his eyes. He held her gaze there for a moment, pinioning her with the intensity of his stare until it was obvious she could take no more, and then he pulled her face down gently against his shoulder.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he growled quietly as he lunged gently into her throbbing wetness. “And you have no idea, kitten. No idea how devastating you are when you come for me.”

  The small hands that had been resting at his hips rose to his chest, but there were no words. The only sounds from his kitten were the breathy gasps of pleasure, and gradually, the small murmurs of satisfaction. As she shuddered over him, Connor’s gaze slid to the expensive watch at his wrist. They still had just over an hour. Plenty of time for him to enjoy himself in return.

  Connor pressed a hot kiss into the top of her hair sensually, before he shifted his weight forward on the couch. The change of position roused Molly from her pleasure-induced stupor, and she peered up from his shoulder.

  “I want you on the couch now,” he commanded softly. “Arse in the air while I claim you.”

  Molly’s head nodded, but her eyes still looked cloudy, a legacy of the climax she had just enjoyed. Connor allowed her a moment, but when she still didn’t move, he raised his right palm and swatted her cheek playfully.

  “Now, kitten,” he reminded her, using just enough firmness in his tone to make her limbs respond.

  There was a small gasp, and then Molly was gone. The warmth of her pussy sliding from his throbbing cock as she found her feet again. He rose beside her, gesturing for her to take the place he instructed. It took less than half a minute for Molly to take the position he wanted. He watched her splayed and pliant body yield for his cock against the backdrop of the London night skyline, and Connor was forced to take a sharp lungful of air. The image was just too fucking perfect. He was in place in a heartbeat, his body cocooning Molly’s smaller frame as he plunged directly into her pussy.

  She yelled out into the fabric of the couch, and Connor’s left hand found her hair, yanking it back with just enough force to reveal the ecstasy etched into her expression. Connor loved this. He loved every fucking thing about possessing her this way. It was deep, and raw, and intense, and as his cock slammed hard back into her cunt, he knew something else, too. This was the first time he’d claimed her so thoroughly since she’d come back. Yes, he’d fucked her plenty of times in the last few days, and each time had been incredible, but somehow, this was different. Better. It was animalistic and powerful—everything a couple like he and Molly needed—but it was more than that. Now, he meant every movement. Each thrust was a sign of how much he adored her, as well as how much he owned her, and he hoped to God she could sense it.

  “Kitten,” he snarled as he drove into her hot snatch once more. “I fucking love you.”

  The words surprised him, even though they were true. Connor had never really been one for declarations of love before, but then, there had never been anyone like Molly before. No one who had ever made him question what he thought, what he believed, and no one who had ever pricked his conscience. Only his kitten had that power over him.

  Molly’s hand clawed at the cushion. “Master,” she gasped. “Please, fuck my ass.”

  Connor stilled, his breaths coming out in short pants as he stared down at the side of her face. “What?” he demanded, pulling her hair back a little more to reveal her slender neck.

  “My ass,” she repeated. “Please.”

  Fuck.

  He squeezed his eyes closed for a moment, reaching for the back of the couch to steady himself. No one had ever begged him to fuck their arse before. Not even Molly. And the fact that she was now desperate for him to claim her there again made him heady.

  Connor’s eyes flickered open, and he gazed down at her. “You’re sure?” he asked, sliding himself back into her snug little cunt at the same time. Just for good measure.

  Molly moaned at the sensual intrusion. “Yes, Master,” she confirmed. “It’s been too long. I need it.”

  That was all he needed to hear. While Connor reveled in his kitten’s well-practiced begging, she didn’t need to plead on this one. He was more than ready to give her exactly what she needed. And, what they both wanted.

  He slid from her pussy, shifting his weight so that his right hand could sweep moisture from her drenched sex and up between her pert cheeks. Molly groaned provocatively, splaying her legs wider as he dipped two fingers into her tight passage.

  “Who owns this, arse, kitten? he demanded, in a low, husky tone.

  “You, Master.” Molly was practically screeching in reply. “You own it.”

  “You’re so fucking right,” he snarled, and in a heartbeat, his fingers were gone, and Connor positioned the head of his cock in the space they’d vacated.

  “Tell me.” His voice was so stern, it almost sounded viscous. “Tell me again what you want, pet.”

  Molly drew in a deep breath, as though she was readying herself for what was to come. “Master,” she panted. “I want your cock. I want you to fuck my ass with it.”

  Connor was shaking his head in disbelief as he pushed himself forward. He already knew what a lucky bastard he was. There could be no doubt about that. But this. This act. This capitulation. It scattered him in a way Connor hadn’t expected, but as he pressed deeper into her delicious arse, their connection worked to center him again. The feeling of her grounded him, the timbre of her moans reminding Connor that for once, this sentiment wasn’t only one-way. His kitten loved him, too. And she needed him every inch as much as he needed her.

  “Oh fuck, Master,” she called out, burying her head in the top of the soft cushions of the couch. “You feel so deep.”

  Connor paused, leaning down to plant a line of hurried kisses at Molly’s nape. “I am, kitten,” he reminded her. “I’m about as far into you as I can be.”

  Resting his weight on his left arm, Connor skimmed the fingers of his hand over the curve of her breast to the place where he knew her heart resided. He pressed his palm against her soft skin, closing his eyes as he became aware of her relentless heartbeat. “And not just in your fabulous arse, kitten,” he purred. “But right here, too. That’s where I am. That’s where I’ll always be now.”

  Chapter Forty-Four

  They were silent on the drive to the woods, both lost in the weight of what had already happened, and what was still to come. There had only been about half an hour to cuddle after Connor had claimed her ass, and Molly felt extraordinarily exhausted, but still, she wasn’t sorry for the intimacy. Molly had needed it. She sensed they both had.

  Her eyes scanned over the passing black landscape, although between the tinted glass and the night sky, there wasn’t much to see. Molly’s chest wa
s tight, and there was a growing sense of nausea inside her, but she swallowed it down. This was the right thing, and this ceremony for Lydia was the right thing to do. She knew it, and Connor had agreed to it.

  “Who’s going to be doing the ceremony again?” The question slipped from her lips like a reflex. She’d heard them talk about a priest, Malone, but Molly still hadn’t met him.

  She turned left to glance at Connor, meeting his dark gaze.

  “An old friend of mine,” he told her. “A priest from Kerry.”

  “He’s really a priest?” Molly asked. “And does he know about Lydia? Does he know what you’ve done?”

  Her voice had taken on a rather self-righteous quality, and Connor’s brow arched at her questions.

  “Yes, he knows,” he answered. “He might be a man of God, but he was a man of The Syndicate first. He’ll officiate and help to make things right.”

  Molly’s heart was pounding inside her chest. She sensed she was on shaky ground, passing judgment on Connor, and that—even in these circumstances—it was dangerous.

  “I can’t believe he knows, and yet he’s done nothing,” she mumbled quietly.

  Connor snorted. “The same can be said for all of us, kitten. Dalton knows, Saul knows, my lawyer knew before him, plus countless other people. And even you, pet, you know, and what did you do to make me accountable?”

  Molly felt her face blanch, his words stinging as they washed over her. Connor was right. She had known about Lydia for months now, and she’d done nothing. Even when she was free from Connor’s clutches, before the trial, during the trial, even when those detectives had asked her directly; she denied knowing anything about Lydia. A wave of shame passed through her. He was right. She was more than complicit; she was almost as guilty as he was.

  “Don’t beat yourself up, kitten,” Connor soothed, reaching for her left hand and linking his warm, large digits with hers. “You were right, you know, when you came to me about this. You were right to bring me to task.”