The Disciples: A Dark Romance Collection

by Sweet, Izzy

  “I say gas station,” James says quickly. “Fifty bucks.”

  “Mom and pop diner,” John counters.

  “God, I want it to be a bank,” I say with a laugh.

  “With that car? I’m going with James and saying a gas station,” Simon says.

  Light turning green, the Honda moves a bit faster than us to go through the empty intersection. I was right, though. With the shitty streets and how bad the weather is, they’re on their way to something and not running from it.

  It’s too easy to wreck or get caught beforehand, they’re being careful with the way they drive.

  Johnathan smoothly pulls over behind the Honda and eases back off the speed enough that the car gets a comfortable lead on us.

  “Anyone thinking drug deal?” James asks.

  “Wouldn’t have the masks on right now if it was that,” I say. “Although, wearing the masks right now before they even get to the place? Yeah, I wouldn’t count anything out.”

  The ride goes quiet for a bit as we follow behind the guys ahead of us. Well, quiet except for the sounds of guns being checked and loaded.

  “Well a strip-mall wasn’t on our list,” I say with a sigh.

  “Especially not this one,” James laughs loudly with glee. “Maybe we can make a pitstop at…”

  “I’ll kill every single one of them if they even try it…” Simon hisses.

  “Dude,” I start to laugh with James. “No one’s stupid enough to try it.”

  “Wanna bet?” John asks as we pull into the parking lot behind the Honda and head straight to the Tiger’s Lounge.

  “Let’s see how this plays out for a moment. We can’t go guns blazing in there,” I say with a wink to James.

  “Oh, I’ll be blazing something alright,” James loudly whispers to me.

  Parking far away from the Tiger’s Lounge, we watch as the dumbasses do some kind of powwow in the car before they all open their doors. I don’t see any big weapons or anything, but I’m betting they’re packing beneath their overlarge clothing.

  Large red sleep caps, big red overcoats, and red fucking pants. They’ even have on black fucking boots.

  “Are they?” Simon tries to talk, but for once he’s absolutely speechless.

  I try to say something, but I just can’t get past what I’m seeing.

  Four men dressed as Santa with ski-masks and big fuzzy white beards.

  Four Santa’s going into a strip club, and from the way they’re walking, they’re definitely packing.

  “We own this club, you know,” I say when the assholes finally all make it through the front door.

  “I know,” Simon hisses.

  Poor guy hates strip clubs. His germaphobia must be going into overdrive. I can see a trickle of sweat beading down the back of his neck.

  “Let’s move,” I snap at the guys then push my door open.

  I wish I had something stronger than the two Glocks I’m carrying, but beggars can’t be choosers.

  Pulling the one from the holster under my armpit, I move up beside Simon as he pulls his from his under arm holster.

  Nodding to him, I say, “You’re on my left, John on the right. James, you pull the rear. See if you can disable the car before we go in.”

  “On it,” James says before taking off through the snow to the Honda.

  I gotta give it to James, he may be goofy and bitchy sometimes, but I’ve never seen someone move across any terrain like he can. There’s ice and snow mounds all over the place, but he looks like he’s running on top of smooth pavement.

  John, Simon, and I move up to the brick wall next to the blacked-out window, waiting as we watch James go to work. He’s quick about it too, the front two tires are punctured with his tactical knife and then he stabs the radiator fins twice before jogging back over to us.

  Grinning, he says, “That shitter won’t be going far.”

  “Let’s move,” I say and then quickly walk to the front door of the Tiger’s Lounge.

  Even through all the glass and brickwork, I can hear screaming and shouting.

  Yanking the door open, I peek in just in time to see one of the Santas blowing a hole through the front door security guard.

  Fuck.

  Raising my Glock, I take a second to get a good angle then pull the trigger twice. The first shot rips through the Santa’s neck and the second hits him directly in the head, instantly dropping him to the floor.

  Not gonna lie. After all the Christmas shit I’ve been doing at home, popping a cap in Santa’s head gives me a sick kind of satisfaction.

  I could do this shit for fun all day.

  The thought of grabbing a couple of these fucker’s hats and taking them to the law firm with us brings a grin to my lips.

  Yeah, I’m about to let out some Christmas season frustration.

  Moving into the building, Simon and Johnathan follow me with James in the rear. None of us have anything stronger than pistols, and I’m hoping to fuck that these assholes don’t either.

  “Target one down,” I say over the loud thumping music.

  Thank the fucking devil we have the music. It provides us some cover and distraction.

  “James,” Simon says and moves over to the wall that’s blocking the view of the bar and stripper stages. “We’ll take the manager’s office.”

  “Got it,” James says.

  “On me, John,” I say.

  We turn the corner and slowly make our way over to the bar where another Santa is hitting the bartender with the butt of his pistol.

  John raises his gun to take aim, but I motion for him to stop. Down on the floor, I see the third Santa holding a pistol to the head of one of the strippers.

  He isn’t facing me, but that doesn’t mean he won’t be soon.

  Nodding my head towards the Santa at the bar, I motion for John to go as I make my way over to the guy harassing the poor chick on the floor.

  I move quietly and to the side so I don’t alert the girl or the asshole.

  I wait for John’s gun to go off before I blow a massive hole through my Santa.

  Blood splatters everywhere, then the music suddenly stops.

  I hear James’s voice come over the speaker system.

  “All targets down, who’s ready for lap dances?” James shouts into the mic.

  Simon makes his way over to me and shakes his head. “The Santa in the manager’s office took out the manager before we could stop him. I shot him in the gut. We’ll find out if they’re a part of a gang before we kill him.”

  Nodding my head, I look down at the weeping girl in front of me. She’s soaked in blood and curled into a ball.

  Glancing back at Simon, I ask, “Any idea on what to do with her?”

  “Shoot her?” Simon asks without a hint of sarcasm.

  John makes his way over to us and shakes his head. “Nah, I’ve got a better idea.”

  Bending down, he sweeps the woman up into his arms and winks at me before nodding his head, indicating that we should follow.

  Shaking my head, I don’t even want to know what’s in his head as we walk towards the DJ booth.

  John makes a bunch of shushing noises to calm and quiet the stripper. She’s still whimpering and sniffling all over John’s poor suit jacket though.

  Taking the steps two at a time, he stands the poor girl up in front of James before crackling out in laughter. “Look James! It’s a Christmas miracle! I found you a wife!”

  James takes one look at the girl and blanches, turning pale white.

  Racing past us, he yells, “Fuuuck Yooou!”

  “Well, that wasn’t very nice of him,” John says with a snicker and guides the stripper to the empty D.J. chair.

  I grin as I turn away to head back down to the bar for a drink.

  Grabbing a bottle of beer off the bar counter, I glance down at the two dead Santas laying in puddles of their own blood on the floor.

  “You should have left all the hoe, hoe, hoes alone, stupid motherfucke
rs.”

  Then I snicker and toss my bottle back.

  Before God Himself

  Lucifer

  “Lily?” my voice rings out into the cool night.

  It’s not freezing outside, but I can still see my breath as it wafts through the air.

  “Over here, Matthew,” her quiet voice answers back, coming from the dark recesses of the balcony overlooking the hills that surround our compound.

  “What on earth are you doing out here in the cold, my dearest?” I ask as I move towards her.

  Tucked in the shadows, the pale white dress she wore for dinner hangs perfectly on her lithe frame, a stark contrast against the inky darkness.

  “Enjoying a few moments of peace before the chaos of preparing for Christmas completely consumes me,” she says as she moves gracefully across the balcony.

  Golden blonde hair fluttering behind her, she walks with a confidence that wasn’t present when I first claimed her. Long gone are all hints of her past. I’ve erased away the tired soccer mom who was sick of life and given her purpose.

  Under my hand, she has transformed into a confident woman that radiates grace and beauty.

  Taking her hand, I pull her into my chest.

  “Are you still experiencing reservations about being around so many people?”

  “Maybe,” she answers in a soft drawl. “I know I shouldn’t have them, especially because every one of your men will be here, but...”

  “But?” I ask her while my arms slowly turn her towards the balcony railing.

  Burying my nose in her thick blonde hair, I take a deep breath. No matter where we are or what we are doing, her scent fills me with a deep-seated, primal need to take her. To mark her.

  To own her.

  The need to claim her before all under the skies, the heavens, and above hell, begins to boil in my blood. Especially with the reminder that I was so close to losing her…

  She’s mine, and I’ll fuck her before God himself to remind him.

  “Over the past couple of days, I’ve had the strangest feeling that something is going to happen…”

  “Something dangerous?” I ask, stilling my body and getting my dark thoughts under control.

  “I’m not sure.”

  Her body is full of tension as she pushes gently back against me. Her small shoulders feel smooth and cool to my touch as I slide my hands over them.

  My fingers press firmly into those taut muscles.

  Much to my amusement, her quiet moans of pleasure start quickly.

  “Matthew, you do that out here and we run the possibility of becoming indecent,” she whispers as my hands slide lower down her back.

  “That wouldn’t necessarily be bad, Lilith,” I murmur into her ear.

  “But the guards might see us,” she whimpers.

  My hands are slowly bunching up the back of her white dress. The hemline raising ever so slowly, I can feel the heat through my slacks as the back of her thighs press into me.

  “They’ll be focusing on everything around them. No one will see us this high up, especially because we’re in the shadows.”

  “But what if I can’t keep quiet?” she groans as I finally pull the dress up above her panties.

  Her silk-clad buttocks push against my groin.

  “That will be up to you,” comes from my mouth right before it latches down to lightly suck and bite at the pale skin of her neck.

  “Oh god, you’re already…” she whispers as her hands reach behind her to grab at the thickening bulge in my pants.

  “Of course. You and you alone break all control I have of my body,” I say, my breath coming out as a ragged gasp.

  Her slim fingers slide down the zipper and push their way inside to grab the shaft of my cock.

  Bending her over at the waist, I push her hands away from me. “Hold onto the railing, dear, and perhaps look like you’re simply enjoying the view.”

  “Matthew, someone’s going to pass by below us. They’ll know…” she groans out quietly as I hold her still.

  Taking my hand from her hip, I pull my thick, aching cock from my pants. Just this small sexual byplay has me hard as can be.

  It’s her doing.

  She is my temptress, my salvation, and my damnation. I can do anything but resist her. Does she know how she drives me mad?

  Sliding my other hand down her hip, I pull her panties down to mid-thigh. The cold air whips between my cock and the warm flesh of her tight cheeks, sending a delicious shiver down both our spines.

  “It’s cold, Matthew, please warm me… Please.” her voice quietly pleads with me as I close the small distance between us.

  Rubbing the thick head of my cock between her lips, I groan at the intense heat I feel emanating from within her.

  She’s already so wet for me, I must ask her, “Lily, does this little exhibitionism excite you?”

  She doesn’t answer as she tries to push her way back onto my cock. I keep her hip still with my left hand as my right hand continues to slide my glans up and down her soaking wet slit.

  Shaking her head, she keeps trying to force her tight pussy on my cock. I know she will keep her secret though if I don’t force the issue.

  So I keep her away, just barely.

  “Answer me, Lily,” I growl quietly, “or we can stop this now.”

  Again she shakes her head, the chilly wind whipping her golden locks back and forth across her face.

  “Ah, you don’t want me to know just how much it does turn you on, do you?” I chuckle quietly.

  We’ve been together long enough now that I thought I knew every sexual desire she had.

  Perhaps she’s been holding out more than I knew…

  “I would say I’ll just stop… but we both know how frustrated that would leave us both.”

  The grin must be evident in my voice because she quickly turns her head to look over her shoulder at my face.

  Pushing barely past the entrance of her molten heat, I groan as I hold myself still and keep her hips from slamming back onto me.

  These are the moments I live for, the torture of the waiting. The torture of making myself wait for something I crave so deeply my body shakes with need.

  Breath coming out erratically as she looks at me heatedly, she pleads, “Don’t do this, Matthew. Please just give us what we need.”

  A large smirk comes to my face as I slowly push just a fraction further. “Lilith, it’s you who does this. You know what happens when you hold out on me.”

  “But I’m not…” she trails off as I slam my cock into her vice-like sheath of molten flesh.

  I don’t stop to consider her needs, I simply slam myself into her body. My hips ramming against her firm ass.

  If she wants to try and keep her secrets, then I’m going to force them out one way or another.

  Pausing between thrusts for a moment, I reach around to slide my hand down through her silky folds to rest two fingertips on top of her clit. “Tell me, my sweet little kitten, or every single person on this compound will hear your moans of pleasure.”

  “What are you…”

  A groan escapes her mouth as I push back in slowly this time and my fingers begin to swirl slowly in a circle.

  “I’m talking about how wet you are because we are fucking outside on our terrace,” I say as I hold myself deeply inside of her, pushing up against the walls of her womb.

  There’s going to be another child in her if I have anything to say about it. She just looks too delicious pregnant not to keep her in that state. The thought of getting her that way almost makes me lose my resolve.

  Almost.

  “Oh shit!” she squeaks when I pull out again and then slam back inside of her.

  Keeping a slow, deep pace now, I massage her clit incessantly as I stop holding her hip with my free hand.

  She isn’t going to be pulling away now.

  Reaching up, I pull the shoulder of her dress down and force my hand to her breast. The small, delicate bud of h
er nipple, already peaked from the cold night air, hardens even more from the light pinching I give it.

  In and out, each stroke is a slow heavenly hell for me as I keep up my relentless assault. It’s blissful torture to keep myself from losing control, to keep myself from forcing us both over the edge of oblivion.

  “Matthew… Oh fuck, I’m going to… I’m so close,” she whimpers out.

  Keeping my achingly steady pace, I lighten my touches on her clit and nipple. “Not yet, Lily, not until you tell me the truth.”

  “No… No, please don’t make me,” she whines as she tries to push back and force my strokes to go faster.

  Pulling away from her breast, I move my hand quickly to her hip and stop her. “Yes, Lily. Tell me.”

  “Please Matthew, I… Fuck me hard, please. I’m so close,” she whispers. “Please let me come on your cock.”

  “Tell me,” I say as I keep up my steady pace.

  “No.”

  “Lily, I imagine you don’t want the guards to know how hard you can get off from being spanked, do you?”

  She tries to pull away from me, but I force her closer to the railing to hold her hips up against it. My cock thick and aching for release.

  Looking wide-eyed over her shoulder, she says, “You wouldn’t.”

  Taking my hand off her hip, I swat her ass cheek only hard enough for her to feel it. “No?”

  The gasp of breath is all I need to know. She wants to be forced into what she says. She loves the game of being pushed into giving into my wishes.

  “Matthew, you rotten devil.”

  “Quite assuredly, I am.” I say and slap her ass again, this time with more sound. “Should I continue? Or will you admit you have an exhibitionist streak?”

  “Maybe...” she says as she pushes back hard against my restraining hand.

  Slap!

  This time I’m quite sure anyone who is too close might have heard that spank.

  “Oh fuck!” she nearly shouts out.

  “Say it,” I growl as I start moving my fingers around her clit in a blur of motion. My hips beginning to pound deeply into her.

  “Yes!” she whimpers as my hand comes down on her ass once again, but not nearly as hard this time.

  “I thought so,” I say as I fuck her harder.