Flawed: (A Psychological Dark Romance) (The Dark Necessities Prequels Book 1)

by Felicity Brandon

  The order was a growl and the resonance made her move. He watched, enthralled, as she obeyed; her knees splaying wider, causing those delectable lips to part before him. Ethan’s cock tented in his pants as his levels of arousal soared.

  “Sir?” she inquired, lifting her head as best she could to peer over her shoulder at him.

  Ethan’s right hand fell to her hip, and he stroked the skin there. “Get back into place,” he commanded, though he was smiling now.

  With a tentative grin, Lily complied, lowering her face back into the soft rug. Ethan gave her one moment, and then he pounced. Both of his arms slid around her hips and he eased her delectable arse back toward his mouth. His erection throbbed painfully as her sex neared, providing all of the impetus he needed. Pressing his lips against her exposed thigh, Ethan planted small, hot kisses on one, and then the other leg. His caresses moved toward her sex, but still, he teased her, ensuring there was no direct contact with her pussy lips or clit. Not yet. Not until he was ready.

  A carnal moan escaped her lips. It sounded like frustration, and the thought spurred Ethan on. He wanted Lily frustrated alright. Frustration now only meant the pleasure would peak higher later—when it counted.

  “Sir,” her throaty gasp captured his attention. “Please.”

  His right arm loosened in a flash, and Ethan delivered one firm swat to her backside. Lily yelped, but she seemed to understand his meaning. She was to be silent. Silent and in receipt of as much pleasure as Ethan could bestow, and as Lily was about to find out, that was quite a lot.

  The tempting scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, and all at once that temptation became too much. He swooped in, his mouth delving past the soft hair surrounding her pussy, and kissed those sensitive lips directly. Lily let out a satisfying gasp, and his arms tightened at her thighs as his tongue flicked inside her tight little hole. As expected, Lily tasted divine, and her sweet flavor nearly made his cock erupt on the spot. Drawing away for a second, Ethan composed himself before returning to the delicious task in hand. He lapped at her seam, teasing her lips over and over until he finally gave in, and snaked his tongue deep inside her hot pussy. She groaned at that, apparently unable to stop herself, but Ethan let the noise go. Frankly, he could sympathize. It had been a long time since he’d performed this act on a woman, and he reasoned that he’d probably never had the pleasure of doing so to such a stunning one before. Each new lick was heavenly, and based on the panting coming from the other end of the rug, his ministrations appeared to be well-received.

  Oh. God.

  Nothing compared to this, and as the dark God between her legs lapped at her slit again, Lily wondered if anything ever could. She arched her back, reflexively pushing her hips toward his face, but Ethan’s strong arms held in place. Lily was going nowhere, and why the hell would she want to?

  For the time being, all conscious thoughts evaporated. There were no inner discussions about ethics or contradictions anymore, no more struggling with the guilt of why she sought pleasure over everything else, including her own freedom. This was the reason why—this—this wall of hedonism that Ethan was creating with only his tongue. And now that he was weaving his magic, the conclusion she’d reached seemed obvious. Of course, she’d wanted this. Of course, she’d chosen it.

  Ethan’s tongue stilled for a moment, allowing her to catch her breath, before he flicked it south, attacking her defenseless and throbbing little nub.

  “Ah!” gasped Lily, biting down into the threads of the rug to try and stifle the sound.

  He had wanted her to be quiet, and Lily had no desire to interrupt him, but mother of God, the stimulation was like the sweetest torture she had ever known. Lily’s sexual experiences were limited to the few times Ethan had claimed her. She had to be honest, she had enjoyed each and every one of them, but it hardly equated to a wide breadth of encounters. Not even in her wildest dreams had Lily envisioned there could be pleasure like this. She’d never even known a man could gift this type of pleasure on a woman, and even as she panted into the rug at her face, she could barely comprehend the fact that she was the recipient of it now.

  Ethan’s mouth shifted, leaving Lily bereft without the heat and moisture of his lips. “You are so beautiful,” he purred, and she noticed Ethan was also panting behind her. A sign of his own arousal, perhaps? “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

  Lily shook her head. She had no idea. She had no idea about anything anymore. She barely understood herself. All she knew was that the sensations he was creating with his mouth were nothing short of utopian. All thoughts of how sore her behind was were lost. Lily was hardly even aware of the pain. There was only Ethan’s hot mouth, the feeling of his breath against her thigh, and now, the sensation of one of his fingers as it eased into her desperate pussy.

  “No, sir,” she gasped, straining against the ropes at her wrists as she answered. “I don’t know.”

  There was something incredibly erotic about the knowledge that she couldn’t move her hands, even if she wanted to, and the rub of the ropes against her flesh was a constant, sensual reminder of that fact.

  “Well, you are,” he murmured, nipping at her left arse cheek gently as he fucked Lily with his digit.

  She groaned at the competing feelings that assaulted her body, the heat of the passion between them, the frustrating eroticism of the bondage, and her own burning need. Ethan had brought her close to the edge with his tongue, but now his finger was working its own magic, reminding Lily just how glorious it was to be filled with him, and it was, whether it was his tongue, a finger, or his cock.

  “I want you,” he told her, and his mouth was right against the orbs of her punished arse. She could feel the heat of his breath again, the stimulation making her even hornier.

  Ethan’s free hand shifted, easing back the right cheek of her backside to reveal her most private parts. Lily wanted to shudder at the indignity, but to her absolute horror, she found the humiliation only made her wetter and needier.

  “I want you here again, too,” he growled, and a moment later, Lily was aware of a wetness around her bottom.

  Of course, he wanted that place, too, she mused, and her mind flitted back to how it had felt when Ethan had driven his cock into her behind. It had been overwhelming, and yet, in the end, so fucking good.

  “Sir.”

  Lily’s fingers balled into small fists as she felt his finger skim an invisible line around the area. She certainly seemed to be well-lubricated, and although she hadn’t seen how Ethan had achieved it, she could only believe he’d used his own saliva to good effect.

  “Shhh,” he ordered. “Let me do the thinking, beautiful. All you have to do is keep that arse up and show me what’s mine—this pussy and this wonderfully marked arse. It’s all mine, isn’t it, Lily?”

  She squeezed her eyes closed at his question. Why did the man always like to vocalize her ordeal so succinctly, and why did he insist that she do the same? Lily’s soaking wet pussy gave her the answer with ease. Ethan did it because he knew it made her hot. She liked the denigration—they both did.

  “Take a deep breath,” he instructed. “Nice and slow and deep.”

  Lily complied without thinking too much, pulling in the air between her lips, before slowly beginning to release it. It was at that moment—when the air slipped from her lips—that she became aware of his fingers. They were right at her dark bud, pressing against the ring of muscle there. She tensed out of instinct, resisting the digits, but Ethan probed deeper, pressing past her resistance.

  “Relax, Lily,” he commanded in a steely tone. “Keep those deep breaths going for me.”

  Chapter Fifty-Two

  Fuck, Lily was exquisite, and as his finger explored the tightness of her sweet arse, Ethan knew he couldn’t take much more, and he still had to grant her the pleasure she deserved.

  “That’s better,” he murmured as he became aware that the ring of muscle holding his fingers had relaxed slightly. “I’m
not going to fuck you there again tonight.”

  But I will, Ethan mused, and soon.

  He eased back down between her legs; his cock swelling further at the memory of her arse. The palm that had spread her left cheek wide slipped to the floor, holding his body up as his mouth resumed its ministrations at Lily’s pussy. She was ready for him this time, evidently expecting the pleasure, and he didn’t object as her hips drove back toward his face.

  Let her have her orgasm. Let her chase the climax. She did take his belt well, and she did deserve it, and afterwards, when he’d wrung every ounce of pleasure from her, then he would make her his again.

  Ethan lapped at her eagerly, changing up the pace by sucking gently on her clit each time her fervor seemed to grow. She still screamed out at the intensity of that act, but her cries were less about shock and pain now, and more about desire. Lily wanted that desire. She wanted every lick and lap and suck—she craved it. The whole time, Ethan’s finger continued its pursuit inside her. The more excited Lily became, the more he was able to slip inside, and the sensation of her tight muscle contacting around his digit was just wonderful.

  “Oh, God.” Lily’s voice was strained, coming out in short pants as she tried to articulate everything she was experiencing. “I’m going to come, sir.”

  “Then come, beautiful,” he insisted, whispering the words directly to her clit, which he captured between his lips as soon as the words were out.

  That seemed to topple her, and all of a sudden, Ethan was aware of all of Lily’s muscles contracting at the same time. Her pussy gushed with arousal as the wall of pleasure hit her, and he shifted his weight, lapping eagerly at her sweet nectar as she came harder than he’d ever seen her come before.

  Fuck, his mind screamed as the multitude of sensations washed over him as well. Christ, he wanted her. He wanted Lily so badly… more than he’d ever wanted anyone. Whatever this desire was, it was something new.

  It was something raw and primal.

  Lily’s knees gave way at that moment, and she collapsed beneath him. He rose to his knees, freeing his desperate cock and watching the writhing mess of Lily that lie squirming just beyond him on his father’s favorite rug. The thought of what his dad would have made of all this debauchery—right here in his sitting room—made the corners of his mouth curl, but Ethan dismissed the idea. This moment was not about his father. It was all about Lily. Claiming Lily, fucking her into oblivion—consuming her.

  “How was that?” he purred as he snuggled down next to her.

  Gently, he rolled her onto her side, cocooning her body, as he reached around her chest to massage those glorious tits. Her small bound hands, now caught against his groin, grasped at his cock, her fingers easing up and down his shaft as much as she could muster in the bondage.

  “Please,” she gasped, her voice a raspy plea. “Please, sir. I need you inside me.”

  Ethan responded instinctively to her words. His hand shifted to her right thigh, easing her knee open as he drew her hips backwards and positioned his crown against her sodden entrance.

  “You want this?” he demanded, even though the woman had practically just begged for his cock.

  Ethan wanted to hear the words from her. After everything, he needed that. He needed her consent to be as real as the passion that soared through his body.

  “Yes,” Lily implored him in desperation. “Yes, please. I want this.”

  One smooth thrust found its target, and they groaned in unison as Ethan’s cock speared her hot snatch. The sensation was absolutely breathtaking, and the feeling of Lily’s bound hands pressed up against his thighs made him heady.

  “Oh, fuck,” he growled as he eased from her pussy. “You are so divine, Lily. So fucking divine.”

  She panted in response, calling out as he filled her up once more. Hooking his arm underneath Lily’s knee, Ethan eased himself down, resting on his left arm as he lunged in and out of her delicious sex. His thrusts were harder now, shorter and more insistent as he began to gain momentum. Ethan had waited so long for this, deferring his gratification until Lily had enjoyed her share of the hedonism, but now, he let go. Each new intrusion into her tight little body was mesmerizing. The union between them was beyond anything his visions had prepared him for. This connection was visceral and intense, and as his shaft slammed back inside of Lily again, Ethan knew the act was only the physical manifestation of everything they felt.

  No matter how upset or confused Lily might have been feeling, nothing could alter their connection. There was no force on earth that could dilute it.

  Lily was lost to the haze of sensations Ethan provoked. His mouth had taken her as close to heaven as she had ever known, and now, as he filled her up again, his hard length seemed absolutely massive. Each new thrust forced a new carnal grunt from her lips, making her breasts sway as the momentum of Ethan’s body slammed into her. It was everything she’d ever imagined and more. This was the kind of sex Lily had heard Jody brag about in the past, but now that she was experiencing it for herself, she found it hard to believe that her friend had ever been subjected to such a splintering union.

  The strangest part of it all was that she and Ethan seemed even closer now—the sex was even better. That made no sense to her, and fleetingly Lily tried to process it as Ethan filled her balls deep again. After all the angst and conflict of the last day, after his shocking admission, her fear and revulsion, and being dragged out here to wherever the hell they were, Lily shouldn’t be enjoying this—she shouldn’t want it—yet as his cock eased from her spasming pussy again, there was no doubt in her mind about the truth. Lily did want him, and in some odd, perverted way, it seemed like she needed him—now, more than ever. She needed this fuck. The pleasure, the physicality of how they felt for one another. It was an affirmation for all the crazy, messed up feelings she’d been forced to endure, because there was no rational reason to stay with Ethan now. The man was a serial killer, and she shouldn’t want him. She shouldn’t want to be with him, and deep down, Lily knew that. She knew that once this hedonism was done, that logical thought process was going to be increasingly difficult to ignore. Maybe, it would become impossible, and then all she would have was this. The memory of this one scintillating experience, and whatever sweet salvation was possible to garner from it.

  Ethan shifted, rolling them both backwards and snaking his left arm around her middle. His hard shaft continued its relentless pursuit of pleasure the whole time, his rhythm never ceasing as they transitioned into the new position. Lily was almost weightless now, resting against the musculature of his body while he fucked her over and over again, driving them both back over the brink. He held her right leg open, and without the use of her hands she was completely helpless, unable to stop his other hand from tormenting her beading nipples and powerless to pause his insistent pounding of her pussy. Not that she would ever want to stop this. This sensation was too much—yet not enough—and more than she could handle. The contradiction had never been more apparent, and as she tried to flex her fingers caught between their bodies, Lily was consumed with Ethan. She was possessed by his power and strength in a way she’d never been before.

  Entirely his.

  The hand at her breasts slipped south then. There was no warning, Lily was just aware of its journey down her midriff and toward her sex. Reaching her throbbing clitoris, Ethan’s palm paused, and gently he began to caress the small throbbing nub. The direct contact that would once have made her scream with agony, was now nothing but glorious. Utterly fucking glorious, and as he flicked his digits over the area, Lily could feel the weight of a new climax approaching.

  “Are you going to fucking come for me, again?”

  He growled the words from somewhere behind her head, but Lily was so consumed with the sensations, that his voice just sounded vague and distant.

  “Yes,” she panted, arching her back as best she could over his body. “Yes, sir—yes!”

  Lily didn’t even wait for his reply. She
wasn’t sure what was happening between them, but something about the impending pleasure seemed significant, as though she knew this would be their last time. Or, at least, the last time for a long time. She hadn’t consciously processed the notion, and for sure neither of them had said so, but she felt the unspoken urgency in her core. It was a potent rush of emotions so great that it nearly took her breath away, and as the edge of the precipice loomed, Lily didn’t know how she really felt. She might have been exceptionally happy, high on the endorphins released during her last climax, but she could equally have been on the verge of tears.

  “Lily.”

  Ethan’s gravelly tone permeated her thoughts, and his finger brushed over her needy little clit again. He hadn’t told her she needed his permission to climax, and she certainly didn’t seek it. She was just chasing the pleasure for everything she could get now—seeking it as though this orgasm was the oxygen she needed to survive.

  When the wave finally crashed over, Lily collapsed over Ethan’s chest, as though his body was the rock the ocean had just thrown her against. A desperate noise escaped her mouth, though she had no recollection of making the sound, and she lay, stretched out over him, convulsing as his cock continued to slip in and out of her pussy. At some point, Ethan exploded, too. Lily was aware of the tension in his body peaking beneath her, but she was too soporific to respond. For a time after that, there was only the heat of their combined bodies, his arms around her, and his shuddering hard length still lodged inside her sex. And then there was only the salvation of black, black silence.

  The warm crackling of the fire was the last sound her brain registered.

  Chapter Fifty-Three

  Ethan dozed for a while, and by the time he stirred and checked his wristwatch, it was already early afternoon. His body was satiated in a way he’d rarely felt before, but as Ethan’s brain acknowledged the time, all at once, their predicament came flooding back to him. Lily’s parents would be expecting her home in a few hours. He needed to act.