The Disciples: A Dark Romance Collection

by Sweet, Izzy

Oh, that’s rich, coming from a man who shot up a church.

  I blink at him, the spell he’s putting me under nearly broken.

  “I was under a great deal of duress,” I argue.

  “You had your choice and you made it,” he snaps. “No fucking take backs.”

  He’s truly fucking crazy if he thinks he owns me now. That just because he bullied me into marrying him, I’m somehow his.

  Growing frustrated, I decide to remind him, “I also vowed to cut off your cock if you touched me without my permission! And you’re touching me without my permission!”

  Gabriel chuckles again, and the low, rumbling sound goes straight to my core, filling my belly with warmth.

  How he can still be turning me on when I’m angry at him? I don’t fucking understand it.

  “Go ahead,” he dares me and slowly leans away, all his muscles rippling as he motions at his waist. “You have the knife in your hand. Do it.”

  Fuck, I totally forgot about the knife for a moment. My hand is so tense and sweaty I can’t believe I didn’t drop it.

  I shift it in my palm, getting a better grip, and seriously consider trying.

  Would serve him right.

  But when I glance down to see his stomach tightening with tension and his thick erection disappearing between my thighs, I’m overcome by a hot wave of pure want.

  Cocks aren’t pretty. In fact, they’re probably one of the ugliest fucking things on the planet. But to see his, to feel his, hot and throbbing against my flesh, it’s almost too much.

  As if he’s testing me, calling my bluff, I suddenly feel his cock twitch against me. The shock has me wrenching my gaze up.

  “Well?” he asks, his eyes fucking gleaming at me now.

  We both know I can’t do it. I’m all bark and no fucking bite, and this bastard just proved it.

  Dammit. Damn it all…

  “You’re sick,” I hiss, the knife trembling in my hand.

  Leaning in close, as if he can’t stand the distance between us, he purrs, “In sickness and in health, darlin’.”

  I have the sudden urge to stab him, stab him in his fucking heart for being a smart-ass.

  Instead, I clench my teeth and point out, “Funny, I don’t remember saying that.”

  He goes still, so still, I can’t help but hope I’ve finally gotten through to him. That he finally understands the absolute absurdity of this whole situation.

  Then his eyes light up as if he just had an epiphany.

  Oh, that can’t be fucking good.

  Pressing in closer, like a predator moving in on its prey, he curls himself around me until he’s blocking out the light. He’s so damn tall, so damn wide, I can’t see around him.

  He’s literally a wall of ink-covered muscle.

  His entire being, his entire presence fills my shrinking little world. Narrowing it down until I’m solely focused on him. His every breath, his every twitch.

  “Is that why you’re doing this?” he asks.

  I just stare at him stupidly. I don’t even understand the fucking question.

  “You doubt my commitment to this marriage. You doubt the sincerity of my actions,” he supplies, his bright, burning gaze locking on my mouth.

  What the fuck?

  “What?! No…” I immediately try to deny, that’s not why I’m doing this.

  I’m doing this because I want to be free…

  But a little nagging, little fucking annoying voice in my head suggests he may be onto something.

  I have been having a hard time wrapping my head around this arrangement. I don’t understand the point of it. It doesn’t make any damn sense.

  Why bother protecting me or trying to take care of me? If he wants revenge, or bedlam and mayhem, he could have gotten that by killing me, torturing me, or locking me up.

  Keeping me alive is a huge liability.

  As if he can read my mind, he says almost accusingly, “You do…”

  “I just don’t understand why you’re doing this,” I finally admit in frustration, bristled by his tone. “What’s in it for you?”

  “Isn’t it obvious?” he asks, rocking his hips forward.

  His erection rubs against my soaked panties, intentionally or unintentionally finding my clit.

  “No,” I grit out, trying my best not to moan.

  Grinning, he rocks his hips again. “I get you.”

  Those three words—I get you—stab right through the core of my fucking soul.

  He’s doing all of this because he wants me? He doesn’t even know me…

  Before I can even start coming to terms with his revelation, his mouth crushes against my mouth in a bruising kiss, cutting off my thoughts.

  He kisses me hard and deep, so hard and deep I feel it all the way down to my toes.

  My knees go weak, the will to fight back draining out of me.

  “I get you, to have and to hold…” he says between pulls from my mouth.

  I’m so lost in his kiss, so far gone in his taste, in his touch, I don’t even realize that he’s grabbing the knife out of my hand, wrestling it easily from my slick fingers, before it’s too late.

  It’s not even a contest. One moment I have the knife and the next he has it.

  Breaking the kiss, he points the knife at me and says, “From this day forward.”

  Panting for air, I stare at him in confusion until he fists the front of my dress, pulling it away from my skin.

  As he begins to saw through the black fabric, “You’re crazy,” just slips past my lips.

  And he is. To go through all this trouble just because he wants me… it’s insane.

  “Yes, we’ve already established that,” he smirks, not even trying to deny it.

  The dress splits open under the knife as Gabriel guides it down my chest. The blade comes dangerously close to my skin, but he wields it with such carefully controlled precision it never touches me.

  Once he reaches my bellybutton, he tosses the knife away. It clangs loudly against the tub as he grabs the fabric in both hands and uses his brute strength to rip it the rest of the way open.

  I’m not wearing a bra. Unfortunately, there wasn’t one under my wedding dress, most likely due to the corset. And I’m quite a bit bigger than Lily in the chest department.

  “Meghan…”

  Gabriel sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, his entire body stiffening.

  There’s nothing between me and his hungry, feral eyes now except for the tiny, pathetic strip of white fabric acting as my panties. I tremble against the wall, once again trapped somewhere between arousal and fear from the way he looks at me

  “Goddamn,” he hisses, releasing the breath he sucked in. “You should have never walked into this bathroom…”

  Still gripping the tattered remains of the dress in his fists, he yanks it down my arms, letting it fall to the bottom of the tub.

  “Gabriel—” I start to protest but he cuts me off with another kiss.

  Using his mouth to push me back into that foggy place of pleasure and confusion.

  Once I begin to melt against the tile, he nips at my bottom lip.

  “For better or for worse,” he murmurs, then he begins to work his way down my neck.

  A coiled weakness blooms in my veins as he kisses and suckles on the tender skin of my throat.

  This is wrong in so many ways, but the way he’s kissing me, as if he’s worshipping me with his mouth, makes it feel too right.

  “For richer and richer,” he breathes against my collarbone as he drifts down, his stubble scraping across my skin.

  I blink. “I don’t think that’s how it—”

  He presses his thumb against my lips. “Shush. Be quiet while I prove my utter devotion.”

  I consider biting his thumb, but then he decides to skip the rest of me, and his mouth suddenly covers my left breast.

  A deep, bassy sound rumbles in his throat as he pulls back a hard suckle.

  On their own accord, my hands
go to the back of his head. But they don’t push him away, they pull him closer.

  His big, calloused hand covers my right breast and he squeezes, molding me between his fingers as I arch against the wall.

  With every pull on my nipple it feels like he’s tugging on a cord that’s connected directly to my clit, lighting my entire body on fire.

  “In safety,” he groans and moves to my right breast, his tongue swiping across me before he suckles. “And in peril.”

  Again, I don’t think those are quite the right vows, but all that comes out of my mouth is a low moan. The last thing I want to do right now is stop him.

  He’s making me feel so good…

  Releasing my nipple with a wet sound, he begins to nibble and kiss his way down my stomach.

  “In madness and sanity,” he groans, his tongue briefly dipping into my belly button.

  I jolt from the strange sensation and one of his big hands wraps around my hip, holding me still.

  Lower he nibbles, and when it finally registers in my lust-fogged brain what he intends to do, I try to twist my hips out of his hold.

  His fingers dig into my hipbones, the strength in that one hand enough to keep me from moving.

  With a snarl, he rips my wet panties down my legs, peeling them away from my throbbing sex.

  I shove at his shoulders, but it’s not enough to stop him from pushing his head between my thighs.

  “Mine to fuck and devour,” he groans, his hot breath sending shivers up my spine.

  Without any warning or buildup, his mouth covers my pussy, his tongue attacking my clit.

  There’s no gentle teasing or time to prepare myself.

  No time to take a breath.

  There’s just immediate mind-breaking sensation.

  Shoving at his shoulders again, I rise onto the very tip of my toes, trying to escape him.

  But he’s relentless in his pursuit.

  Hands grabbing me by the back of my knees, he spreads me open wider, forcing me to completely rely on him to stay upright.

  “Fuck, you taste so good,” he moans between strong laps that push me to the edge of madness. “I’ve never tasted a sweeter pussy in all my life…”

  The pressure inside me builds at a rate that threatens to destroy me from the inside out.

  Grabbing him by the back of the head, I tug, desperately trying to free myself from his mouth.

  “Gabriel, it’s too much… you have to stop…” I plead.

  I’ve never felt anything like this before. I’ve never felt anything this damn intense.

  So much is expanding inside me, my body can’t contain it, and I swear my heart is going to explode inside my chest.

  He growls, and instead of slowing down or stopping, his mouth works me over with a new ferocity.

  Fingers digging into my flesh, he works his tongue against me so fiercely it feels like he’s shoving me up the wall with it.

  Higher and higher he pushes me until I can no longer fight this thing growing inside me.

  “Gabriel… please…” I plead one last time.

  Mercy. I need mercy.

  He pauses for only a second, just long enough to command, “Come for me, Meghan.”

  Then he sucks on my clit hard.

  I shatter, everything that holds me together, everything that makes me me, breaking apart.

  “That’s it, Meghan… You’re such a good girl,” he groans with pleasure as I cry out and come all over his hungry mouth.

  So much pleasure flows through me I swear it’s pouring out of me.

  And his tongue is there, lapping, licking, and sucking me up.

  He continues to work his mouth against me, swallowing up all my broken pieces, until every ounce of pleasure inside me has been wrung out of bones.

  When I finally sag in his arms, his fingers squeeze around my thighs one last time and he breaks away.

  Sliding up me, he settles my trembling thighs around his waist, then grabs me by the face.

  “Look at you…” he says, his bright eyes searing into me. “So fucking beautiful… so fucking mine…”

  He kisses me, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, forcing me to taste my own pleasure. My own defeat.

  And it’s sweet… so sweet…

  His kiss lulls me into a false sense of security. Believing he’s gotten everything that he wanted out of me, I drape my arms around his neck and kiss him back.

  Then something hot and hard pushes through my folds.

  I immediately stiffen against him, my mouth going slack.

  Stealing one last suckle from my lips, he says, “Mine forever.”

  Hand still curved around my jaw, I can’t look away. I can’t look anywhere but at his eyes as he begins to ease his cock inside me.

  And he’s big… too big.

  I don’t think the fucker is going to fit.

  My thighs tense around his waist, my body instinctively fighting his invasion.

  “Fuck, you’re tight,” he rasps, his eyes momentarily filling with weakness.

  And for a heartbeat I’m lost in that weakness, feeling it as if it were my own.

  But as he continues to push himself inside me, my walls straining despite how wet I am, I fear he’s going to split me in half.

  “Gabriel, stop. I don’t think this is going to work,” I groan as my body struggles to accept him.

  It’s been so long since I’ve had sex… it’s been more than a year… and I was never with anyone this big.

  That bit of weakness in his steady gaze fades away, replaced by steel and determination. “I know you can take it.”

  I start to shake my head, but his grip quickly puts an end to it.

  His voice is a husky mixture of encouragement and surety as he says, “You can handle me, Meghan.”

  Can I? Can I handle him? I wonder desperately as he continues to push and push himself inside me.

  It’s not only his size that worries me, but what he can potentially do to me if I let him inside. Will I ever be able to get him out after this? Will I be able to walk away?

  Jaw clenching, his eyes flash with challenge. “Don’t tell me the woman who put a gun to my chest… the woman who stormed in here and put a knife to my heart… can’t take a little cock.”

  I suck in a shaky breath.

  Oh, hell no, he didn’t…

  I’m not weak, and I sure as hell won’t let him unwoman me.

  “It’s not little,” I grit out in my defense.

  “Damn right, it’s not,” he says with a cocky grin and gives another push.

  At first, I want to fight him, and even stiffen in pure reflex, but then I force myself to relax.

  I take a deep breath in and out, willing my body to accept him.

  I can do this. Just like he said, it’s only a little cock… It doesn’t mean more than that.

  “Yes… that’s it,” he groans as he sinks in another inch.

  His hot length spreading me open.

  Already, with so little of him inside me, I feel so full. Too full.

  Pushing and pushing, he eases in another inch.

  There’s so much of him… I swear I can feel every vein, every little ridge of his cock as he stretches me until I feel like I might burst.

  Groaning, he reaches down and grabs me by the hips, holding me firmly.

  Voice strained, he orders, “Take it, baby. Take it all.”

  I’m not sure I can. I’m not sure I have the room inside me to give him…

  I start to tense up again in fear.

  Growing impatient, he snaps, “Stop fighting this, you can’t stop it.”

  Something inside me seems to snap and I obey his demand unconsciously.

  Seizing the opportunity, Gabriel thrusts forward.

  Fingers digging into his shoulders, I arch against the wall as he spears me with his thick shaft.

  Head dropping, he groans out, “Fuck,” against my throat. “You feel so fucking good.”

  Before I have time to co
me to terms with what just happened, he drags his hips back and slams back into me again.

  Completely filling me up.

  There’s so much of him, I don’t know where he begins and I end.

  My thighs tighten around his waist, my body trying to pull him back as he pulls himself out.

  “You like that, baby? You like my big cock inside you...” he growls, his head lifting up.

  I open my mouth to reply, whatever I was going to say strangling into a moan as he pushes forward.

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” he grunts, his lips struggling to form that cocky smirk.

  In and out, he works his cock inside me. His movements becoming faster, harder. More desperate.

  It feels like only seconds pass before he’s slamming himself into me. The wet sounds of flesh sliding against flesh filling my ears as he grinds me into the wall.

  It’s too much after everything I’ve gone through. His size. His stare. His sheer fucking intensity.

  The way he looks like he’ll fucking die if he doesn’t push himself into me.

  Not to mention the way he’s angled so each stroke rubs against a deeply buried bundle of nerves.

  After experiencing one orgasm at the mercy of his mouth, my body is eager to experience another.

  Despite knowing somewhere deep inside my brain I’m giving in too easy, my muscles begin to lock up.

  “Fuck… Already?” he says in a tortured growl as the walls of my pussy ripple around his cock.

  I try to stop the pleasure gathering force inside me, try to hold it back.

  But as he angles his hips up and slams into me like he’s trying to fucking break me, my body wins the battle against my will.

  White flashes in front of my eyes as a warning, then I’m clamping down on him as everything built up inside me rushes out of me in a gush.

  “Shit… shit… shit…” Gabriel grunts, his rhythm jerking out of beat for a second.

  Then he begins to pound into me with a new brutal determination.

  He’s thrusts into me so hard, so fast and furious, it’s not until he lets out a deafening roar that I realize he’s pumping me full of warmth.

  So much warmth.

  My ears ring as another of explosion of pleasure rips through me, and it’s not until I begin to float back down from the heavens that I realize what he roared.

  Until death do us part.

  With one last warm pulse of his cock, Gabriel stills.