Dirty, Dark, & Dangerous: A Contemporary Romance Boxset

by Luciani, Kristen

  My chest is so tight, I can barely breathe. I can feel him through the flimsy material, but I need him inside of me now. Jeez, when did I turn into such a whore? I guess this is what happens when vibrators are replaced with the real thing. It’s been so long, my pussy probably expected his cock to start thrumming. Speed up, slow down, speed up, slow down.

  I’d almost forgotten what the real thing felt like. And good Lord, it’s so much more incredible than I remember.

  The villa is dark, with only a few wall sconces lighting the way to the master bedroom. Evan’s fingers press into the small of my back, his lips scorching every inch of skin along their path. My head falls back, giving him access to everything and anything. He kicks open a door, and seconds later, I sink into a plush cloud of white and cream.

  He presses into me, his hands palm my breasts, stroking and kneading them, making my mind turn to oatmeal. Really watery oatmeal at that. I can’t focus on anything except the power his body has over mine. My breaths become pants for more, so much more. I thrust my hips into him with a silent plea for him to drive into me and hurl me over the edge again and again until I can’t remember my own name.

  Or my alias…

  My fingers trace the indentations of his muscles as they ripple and tighten. “Evan,” I gasp. “Kiss me.”

  He loses no time, stroking the back of my head and bringing me up slightly to meet his lips. When they graze mine, I wrap my arms tightly around him, committing every sensation coursing through me to memory. I need to remember this, feeling so alive and connected to another person. This can be my life, if I just allow myself to feel.

  Evan’s tongue plunges into my mouth with a desperation that tells me he yearns for this just as much as I do. His broad chest blankets mine and his swollen head hovers at my opening. I don’t want his fingers. I don’t want his mouth. I want his cock, every glorious inch of it. He’s so devious, rubbing himself along my wet slit, teasing me to the point of making me shriek out in agony. Heat pools between my legs at his nearness, and he lets out a groan as he sinks into me, stretching me wide with every thrust.

  “Fuck, you feel so amazing.” He presses as deep as he can and then stops, staring down at me. The heat radiating from my body does nothing to prevent my skin from prickling under his penetrating gaze. I lie beneath him, paralyzed by his piercing blue eyes. It’s so cruel to meet someone like him, knowing that in only a few hours, it’ll just be another past fling, some one-night stand with a guy I met on vacation. My chest tightens.

  Unless it isn’t.

  “Your pussy is dripping for me. I’m fucking drowning inside of you,” he breathes against my lips. “I never want to stop, do you hear me? Don’t ever make me stop.”

  “I won’t.” And I actually mean it, which shocks the shit out of me. I don’t ever want this to end.

  Our bodies rock against each other, slick with sweat and prickled with lust. I am so close to having the most massive orgasm of my life that I’m afraid to breathe. One false move, and I’ll lose it. And dammit, this feels too fucking amazing. Deeper, just a little bit deeper, and I’ll…

  Without warning, Evan flips me on top of him with one swift movement, stroking my thighs and I let out a yelp almost immediately as his hard cock throbs inside of me. Fucking A, I can come right now and die happy. I clench my muscles and slide myself up and down his dick, drenching him in my juices. I place my hands on opposite sides of his shoulders and bring my chest over his, lowering myself just enough to let my tits graze his nipples. He tightens his hands around my waist. “You’re a fucking tease,” he growls, smacking my ass and gripping it tight.

  I squeal, the delicious tingles spurring me on. “And you love it.” I roll my hips over him, swallowing his cock and tightening every muscle to pull him deeper. Oh my God, oh my God…

  Every inch of my body tingles, from my fingertips all the way down to my toes. The scream that escapes my mouth is shrill enough to shatter the windows of the otherwise silent villa. Taunting tingles in the pit of my belly have morphed into flames that rocket out to my extremities, torching every cell in their path. I collapse on top of Evan, tremors rocketing through me as the toe-curling sensations take command of my body.

  “Yeah, baby. Come for me now. You feel so good all over my dick.” He thrusts into me, once, twice, three more times and then lets out a yell as he fills me. I tremble in his arms, feeling his heat shoot deep inside of me.

  I collapse onto his chest, my body plastered over him. I can die happy right now. His heart races, vibrating against mine in perfect time. They pound, thrum, and thump their response to what we just shared.

  This is the truest meaning of connection I’ve ever known.

  Chapter Four

  EVAN

  I don’t know what time it is. The curtains are still drawn, and not a sliver of light peeks through, so it must still be dark outside. I tighten my arms around Lila. If it’s still dark, then we have more time. That’s all I care about right now. She stirs, nestling herself farther into my chest. I can feel her shallow breathing and my cock springs to life, clearly undaunted by the challenge of round three. He’s got a pretty fucking impressive rebound rate tonight. I slide my hands over her hips, cupping her ass before allowing them to inch closer to her pussy. She arches her back, pressing her ass against my dick. Then I feel her hand over mine, guiding me toward her slit. “Touch me, Evan,” she whispers. “Make me feel so good.” I don’t waste a second. My fingers plunge into her heat, massaging her velvety walls. They sink deeper, in search of the bundle of nerves that can launch her like a rocket soaring into another galaxy, leaving my thumb to stroke her clit.

  “You dirty girl,” I murmur. “I know what you want.”

  “Please…” Lila gasps, panting with each thrust of my fingers.

  I pull out my fingers and grip the sides of her hips, driving my cock deep into her soaked pussy. I thrust in and out a few times then pull out, positioning myself between the globes of her ass. I grab the jar of coconut oil from my nightstand and scoop some out. I warm it in my hands and stroke my dick a few times. The head of my slick cock teases the tight rim of muscle between her cheeks before I press into her. She tenses up, pulling me deeper into her heat as I finger-fuck her. I rub my thumb against her clit, my dick buried deep in her ass. Her juices flow over my digits with every thrust, her voice hoarse from screaming, her body convulsing against mine as I work her from both ends. My balls are heavy, aching with need. I squeeze my eyes shut and grit my teeth as the orgasm tears through me. My fingertips press into Lila’s ass and I thrust one final time, filling her with every drop of latent desire.

  Her body goes slack against mine after the orgasm consumes her, and I tighten my arms around her until her breathing calms. “That was fucking incredible.”

  “It was.” Her lips plant tiny kisses up and down my arms. “Fucking incredible.”

  I kiss the back of her head and nibble her earlobe. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

  “Mm-hm,” Lila murmurs, a deep sigh slumping her shoulders farther into the pillows. “Don’t be too long.”

  I trace my fingertips down the slope of her back and over that ass. Fuck me, it’s a delicious ass; one I’m going to dream about for a long time to come.

  I slide off the bed and feel my way around the dark room. I have no desire to even look at a clock. If the sun is coming up, we’re closing in on the end. That’s not something I care to think about; at least not until after round four.

  My feet finally touch the cool floor tiles of the bathroom. I close the door and flip on the switch. A quick glance at my reflection confirms what this woman has done to me. Underneath the fan of hair over my forehead are eyes that actually have life in them again. And the shit-eating grin on my face tells me I’m happy, so much so that I can’t even control my own facial muscles.

  It’s not because of the sex; although, let’s be real, no living, breathing man would have any other look on his face after being inside of Lila – he
r pussy, her ass, her mouth. Christ, it feels like she was made for me, like we were meant to meet here. That has to be why I feel this way. It’s not love, it can’t be. Not that I’m an expert, but it sure feels like something big, something I’m not willing to give up on, something worth the work.

  I grab a towel and clean myself up. My cock is spent, but I know the second he rubs himself against the smooth cheeks of her ass, he’ll be standing at attention, ready for his next round. I run another hand towel under the warm water for Lila and flick off the light before opening the door.

  I squint as I step back into the hallway. My stomach drops as I catch a glimpse of the faint stream of light peeking into the living room through the curtains. A dim glow from a lamp illuminates the space. Weird. I don’t remember turning anything on when we crashed around the place in search of the bedroom. I twist my head around, but all of the other rooms are dark. The sexcapades have left my brain a little on the soggy side. I shake my head and turn back to the bedroom, padding across the marble floor.

  A tiny shiver goes through me, even though the temperature in the villa is close to seventy-five. Lila must have drifted off to sleep, and I’ll be damned if I wake her. I need to keep her close for as long as I can, and then I have to figure out how to keep her close for the rest of our lives. Later.

  I walk into the room, towel in hand, and glance at the bed.

  Empty?

  My chest clenches. Fuck. She’s gone? I drop the towel and run out into the hallway again. “Lila? Lila!”

  Her dress is still on the floor, where I’d flung it after pulling it off her the night before. It’s sitting right on top of her sandals a few feet from the door. The door…

  I step closer. It’s cracked open. I’d forgotten to put the chain on last night in my haste to be balls-deep inside of Lila. I swing open the door and peer out into the deserted area. Nothing but palm trees and sand. I slam it closed and collapse against it, my head in my hands.

  She’s fucking gone. And I never got to tell her how I feel. Always pushing things off, always waiting for another time, a better time. I did the same thing with my brother, not wanting to take time to really listen to his problems because I was so wrapped up in my own shit. I could have saved him, but I was too selfish.

  The story of my life.

  I slam my fists on the door and sink to the floor.

  Glass shatters somewhere in the back of the villa, and I leap to my feet. I grab my shorts and pull them on. “What the hell?” Maybe a window had been left open. There are little glass decorations everywhere in this villa; one of them could have easily blown over if the ocean breeze was strong enough. Or an animal might have crawled into one of the low windows. My heart, which is damn near broken right now, thumps with each step. It’s as if my body knows something my mind hasn’t yet registered.

  Another crash follows and I clench my fists, inching closer to the back bedroom. This time I flick on a light, hoping to confirm one of my theories.

  I’m wrong. So dead wrong it makes my stomach roll.

  Lila’s eyes are wide with terror as they meet mine, but it’s the hunting knife at her throat that commands my focus. Thick, serrated metal blade, positioned right over her jugular…that’s where my eyes are glued. And my mind is frantic, trying to figure out how the fuck this is going to work out in our favor.

  The man standing behind her is dressed head to toe in black, down to the military boots on his feet. His gaze on me is steady, his clear blue eyes reflecting pure malice. With his free hand, he tugs at Lila’s long hair. “Tell me, Tatum, did you really think I’d be gone forever? You must have known I’d be back to finish what we started, except you clearly got lonely. That pussy is mine, Tatum! Do you hear me? Mine!”

  There is way too much information being spewed, and all I see is flashing metal. My spine stiffens, and out of the corner of my eyes, I take stock of any and all weapons I can use to get this motherfucker away from Lila.

  The psycho bastard moves the knife away from Lila’s neck and points it at me. “Don’t kid yourself. Tatum belongs to me, and I’m gonna punish you for every second you spent fucking my pussy.”

  I drag my eyes away from the knife and meet the deranged ones of this lunatic. “Who the fuck is Tatum?”

  He lets out a chuckle. “Oh, that’s rich. You didn’t even know who you were fucking, did you?” He tightens his grip around Lila’s mouth. “Well played, sweetheart. Maybe you really are worthy of that Oscar. You were smart not to tell him the truth. You know how clingy they can get when they find out who you really are. Remember Jake Masters? He never listened, never took me seriously. It was a shame, really. Fatal car accident.” He shakes his head. “Tsk tsk.” A sinister smile stretches his lips and he points to me again. “Your accident will be a little more painful, since I had to watch you fuck my girl every which way.” He rubs his temples, and if I didn’t catch it before, I can see the crazy blazing in his eyes. “I can’t erase those images from my mind, Tatum. The only way I can get past seeing you two together is to erase surfer boy from existence.”

  I’m hearing a lot and processing very little of it as I plot ways to get that fucking knife out of his hand. My skin prickles as she struggles against him, still naked, while I’m armed with a fucking flip flop. My mouth feels as if it’s been stuffed with cotton and my limbs are stiff as if I’ve just finished a grueling surfing competition. Lila’s…Tatum’s…whimpers slice through my heart. Our eyes connect, panic evident in her tear-filled ones.

  I draw in a deep breath and clench my fists. “Listen, just let her go. If it’s me you really want, come and get me, you sick fuck!” Adrenaline courses through me as my legs finally remember how to function. I leap across the bed and lunge for the knife. I hurl my body at them, and we all fly backward, crashing into the wall. My fingers close around his wrist and dig into his skin with every ounce of force I can muster, but he never loosens his grip on that damn handle.

  Sicko loosens his hold on Tatum, and she rolls away from us, tearing out of the bedroom. I swing at him with my free hand, my fist exploding against his jaw, once, twice, three times. Motherfucker actually smiles at me, a thin stream of blood drizzling from the side of his mouth. The knife clatters to the floor, and I kick it away. The crack of his fist explodes against my nose. It burns like a bitch, but it doesn’t stop me. I pound my fist into his midsection and fist his hair, slamming his face against the marble floor. My pulse throbs against my neck and I struggle to my feet in search of the knife. Tatum runs back in with a rolling pin, and before I can stop her, she swings it at his head. One crack and he’s down for the count, blood pooling around his face. She swings it again at the other side of his skull, her breaths coming in short gasps. “You bastard! I fucking hate you!”

  I leap to my feet as she reaches behind her and goes to take another swing. I doubt it would make a difference. His body lies still as a corpse. Probably for good reason. “Stop!” I grab her wrist. “It’s over.”

  “H-he could have killed us. That’s why he c-came. I knew he’d be back. I knew it…”

  It’s hard to draw in a single breath, my chest is so damn tight. She, whoever the hell she is, just killed a guy. In my fucking villa. The woman who has captivated me, the one I thought I knew, the one I can’t be without. “Who are you? Is your name really Tatum?”

  “Yes,” she whispers, swiping at the tears running down her face. “My name is Tatum. Tatum Atwood. I’m a—”

  I narrow my eyes. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

  She shakes her head. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to lie to you, but I—“

  “What, you got off pretending you were on camera or some shit like that? Or no, you were just prepping for a new role, right? Needed a stand-in leading man? Or just a good fuck to finish out your trip?” I rake a hand though my hair and stomp across the room. “When I told you I felt a connection between us, I meant it. I fucking opened up to you, something I never do, because I thought you felt the same way
. But you didn’t. You lied to me. You didn’t give a shit about anything I said. You used me, and I’m the asshole who didn’t see it coming.” I slam a fist against the wall. What a fucking idiot I am. Maybe it’s karma biting me in the ass for being such a bastard to all of those women who’d crossed my path in the past. Time for me to reap what I’ve sown for all those years.

  Tatum creeps toward me, reaching out to graze my arm. “Please, Evan. Let me explain. I promise, it’s not what you think.” Her voice quivers as her fingers tighten around my bicep, but I refuse to look at her. I can’t, not after I bore my soul to her, thinking that maybe my life could be different, better…I don’t know. Maybe I was just searching for the right person to fill the empty spaces, and the stupid ass I am, fell into her trap.

  “That man on the floor…he was part of my Security team. Things started out without any issues, but after a while, he became unstable. He was jealous and violent…just scary. I had him fired, and he started stalking me until I finally got a restraining order against him. Then one night…” The tears spill over once again, her body quaking with sobs. “One night, he broke into my house. He tried to rape me at knifepoint. I tried to escape, and he stabbed me. If my assistant hadn’t stopped by at that moment, he’d have killed me.”

  Her body presses into me, the heat of her soft, supple skin blanketing me. My dick is already starting to betray me, despite what we’ve just seen and heard. Motherfucker.

  Tatum laces her fingers with mine and with a gentle tug, she urges my body to face hers. It’s hard to avoid those eyes when they’re begging me to look. “He got away, Evan,” she murmurs, twisting her hair with one hand. “He disappeared for months without a trace. I came here because I needed to be free again, just for a little while. Having to constantly look over my shoulder was exhausting and frightening as hell. And I was constantly being stalked by paparazzi about it. I couldn’t relax back in L.A. I was always waiting and panicking. It was no way to live.” She twists around to look at the dead man sprawled on the floor. “I never imagined he’d find me here. This was supposed to be my safe place,” she murmurs.