by Abby Angel
Thank God my senses have come back and they’re heightened by the sense of danger, because Barry makes his move and lunges forward with the knife. I’ve had my hand on the handle of the coffee pot the entire time and as he lunges forward, hoping to murder me, I throw the hot coffee all over his face. His legs give way to his weight and he falters, clawing at his face in agony. I dodge around him to make an escape, but there isn’t time. He gets up and charges toward me with the full strength of his body and knocks me down. He’s on top of me and we’re both struggling for the knife. It’s either him or me.
Leo
Bobbi and I race down the streets of the city with the siren on. I’m going as fast as the car will take me, and I don’t even hesitate to plow through alleyways, onto sidewalks, and over the side of the highway. I surpass every car and every pedestrian. Nothing will stop me from getting there on time. I just have to get there. I don’t even think about what will happen if I don’t. Deep in my heart I know that I’ve got to save Elena. I know she’s in trouble. This could be the end.
“Come on, Leo, that’s too fast. We’ll never make it if you get us in a wreck. Just be careful. Come on, think straight.”
I hear the words, but I don’t even listen. I know that we won’t wreck. I don’t have time for a wreck, and so even though I’m flying, I’m laser focused on the road. My only mission in life is to get there on time and to save my angel.
Finally, I see her house and I drive up onto the grass. I jump out of the car while it’s still moving. Bobbi leans over to put on the e-brake before she jumps out to be my backup. We rapidly bang on the door, jiggling the knob, and as I realize it’s locked I kick it open.
I race through the house yelling for Elena.
“Elena! Elena, honey, where are you? Just call my name, tell me where you are, baby. Elena!”
I hear noise from the kitchen and run in that direction. Once I’m there I find my great horror. Barry’s got Elena pinned to the ground, with his knees on her throat, and he’s trying to stab her with a giant hunting knife. She’s struggling every which way to avoid it, but I see her strength giving out. All I see is red. I jump into motion immediately, pulling Barry off of her. There is coffee and glass everywhere. When she sees me I know that she’s relieved, but then her head falls back to the floor and she gasps for breath.
Barry stumbles to his feet and he tries to swipe at me, but he misses. I punch him in the face and he falls backward, and I go in for more. I’m just pounding on him. He gets a few in on me, but mostly it’s just me pulverizing him, this bastard, my own brother the murderer. I can’t believe what he’s become, and mostly I can’t believe he almost stole the love of my life away from me. She would’ve been gone forever.
Bobbi is helping Elena up and getting her out of the way. I try to see if she’s alright or not. She’s got some cuts, probably from all the glass. I don’t think he stabbed her. This momentary lapse in my focus allows Barry to reach for my gun. He knows it’s his only chance since I’m beating him to a pulp. We both struggle for the gun, but his plan defeats him as it goes off. A shot’s been fired, but it’s Barry who has been wounded. In his efforts to kill he’s accidentally fired it upon himself. He’s wounded, thank God, but not dead. It’s over. I leave him in a pile of his own blood and go to check on Elena. Any one of us could’ve been shot, and I’m so grateful that it wasn’t her. She’s my dream come true, and she’s still here.
I hold her and kiss her, and whisper my desperate apologies into her ear. She holds me in her arms, and I tell her that she’s safe now. Forever she is safe.
Bobbi has called for backup and they arrive quickly and with an ambulance. Barry’s wounds are tended to, and he’s taken away. He will be locked up for a long time for this. My brother, the insane criminal.
I’m just overwhelmed with satisfaction in knowing this whole ordeal is over. I try to reassure Elena. She’s crying, clinging to me tightly, but she appears to be okay, aside from a cut on her head and a couple of scrapes. I want to mend them for her. I want to make everything better for her. She’s been through more than anyone deserves, and I wish I could just make it all go away. I want to fix everything for her.
Bobbi sees our affection and takes that cue to get everybody out of the house so Elena and I can be alone. In this moment, I’m just with her and I can hardly see the people around us anyway.
“Look at me,” I say gently to her. “Look into my eyes. I want you to know that this whole thing is over. You will never be hurt again. I promise you that. Okay?”
“Yes, Leo,” is all she says. I can tell she’s overwhelmed. The extent of these circumstances would gut just about anyone. My girl is strong, though. And now I want her to know that I will be strong for her, and she can finally relax; no more nightmares, no more terrors. It’s all over.
We kiss and our tongues find each other, and we connect once more as real, true blue soul mates. It’s in this place that our love resides and whenever I’m connected to it, I’m connected to her and the whole world melts away. I try to make her content and to pacify any sad feelings she may have. I want to be her world forever now. She is mine.
Epilogue - As told by Elena
The day has come that I’m moving into my dream house. Yay! Leo had me tell him exactly what I wanted in a home, and then he knew some architect who drew up the plans according to my wishes, and Leo had the home built for us. It took some time, but it’s finally ready and it includes all my favorite essentials.
Besides a grand kitchen, I made sure to add an aromatherapy steam shower on my list so that we can make steamy love in it.
I have planted a little herb garden under the kitchen window, for Leo to use in cooking, not me. I laugh to picture myself even trying. The house has a game room for Leo and his friends, a theater room, lots of space, and my favorite part is the custom master suite that Leo helped design. It’s huge and it has a terrace. He made me a coffee bar so I can have my morning espresso right in the room, and he designed the biggest master closet ever. I actually can’t even fill it up.
The gym on the main level has French doors that lead out onto the pool patio where there are gardens and trees surrounding it. This way I can workout and do my yoga at home. I’ve included a spin bike, so with the music pumping it’s like my own personal Soul Cycle. There are also machines for Leo to use so that we can workout together and then we can jump right into the pool, naked I’m assuming. I have my swimsuit on under my slip dress, ready for a dip, and I’m looking all over the house to try and find Leo. Where has he gone?
We’ve been dating a year and it’s been the most glorious year of my life. We are so in love and we’ve had so many passionate encounters that I’ve lost track of when and where they all occurred. Leo keeps me constantly on my toes and I never knew a love like this could exist, yet alone be mine.
Luckily, Barry was convicted of stalking, harassment, and attempted murder so that he got a lifetime sentence and we never have to worry about him coming back for revenge. He turned out to be a total monster and I’m overjoyed that the most terrible piece of my past is history.
I’m wandering barefoot through the great expanse of our new home looking for my man. I’m so excited that we took this leap together and that we are ready to move in. It feels like the best parts of my life are yet to come. I find Leo in the garage, and he’s not wearing a shirt and the view of him is gorgeous. His tanned, toned torso is moist with sweat and I admire him from afar before he sees me. He comes up upon me but I run away. I’m not getting my outfit stained with that sweat! I run but he catches me and clutches me in his arms making sure to get his sweat all over me.
“Leo! Gross.” I laugh with him.
Secretly, I don’t care and I’m glad to be captured in his arms. I’m glad that our new life together is beginning in this way, in such perfect total happiness.
“I’ve got my bathing suit on,” I say. “I’m going for a swim. Wanna come?”
“I’m gonna go through these
last boxes first.”
“Okay, how bout I help? I can search for the pots and pans. I know we need them for tonight.”
He laughs, “You of all people should not be worried about the pots and pans.” He teases me. I will never live down the fact that I don’t cook well.
“Hey, I planted an herb garden. That’s a start. And anyway, you won’t be saying that when you’re starving,” I say as I continue to look for the pans.
With that he pulls me in for a long kiss. “As long as I get dessert, I’ll be fine.” Our eyes lock for a moment, we feel that intense heat, and then I’m the one to pull away. Even though I’m so happy, Leo stills makes my stomach swirl and my head spin. I can never get enough of him.
He pulls me back into his grasp. He’s not done with me yet. And he kisses me hard. He takes off my newly moist slip dress and I’m standing there before him in my new gold bikini. He likes what he sees and we’re kissing. I’m reaching for the bulge in his jeans, but before I can I find him down on one knee.
Now my head is really spinning. My world just got even better. I was never expecting this, not so soon. I look at him and tears of happiness stream down my face. My dreams are manifesting so quickly and I feel like the luckiest girl on the planet. I’m crying as he opens the Cartier box to reveal one huge emerald cut diamond ring.
“It’s modeled after the one Grace Kelly wore.”
“I know,” I say in between tears. I know what’s to come.
“My beautiful Elena, my most gorgeous angel, you are exquisite both inside and out. I love that your soul is so pure and that you would do anything for anyone. You have such strength and beauty and wisdom. You have made me become a better person, and when I’m with you, the world ceases to appear and it’s just you and it’s just me. I want it to be that way forever. I never want to be apart from you, not for one single day. And with that will you do me the tremendous honor of becoming my wife?”
“Yes, Leo. Yes! Of course I will marry you!” I jump now into his arms and he’s holding me suspended in the air. Time stands still and we kiss and become one for the rest of eternity.
Girl For Rent
By Dark Angel
Copyright 2017 by Naughty Angel Publishing
All rights reserved
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.
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Christina
I straighten my hair and take a look at myself in the mirror as I wait for David to meet me. I'm at the Cardinal Club right outside Stanford University and the place screams old money. Oak paneled walls and overstuffed leather chairs. The kind of place that they wouldn't allow women into fifty years ago, you know?
David's meeting me here because he suggested it would be the easiest. There's nowhere on campus for a stepmother to spend the night if she wants to visit her son.
Every place I seem to go to though seems to have Steven's shadow hanging over it.
Sorry, you have no idea who Steven is, do you?
Let me take a step back.
My name is Christina Worthington, and I'm the widow of Steven Worthington. The billionaire who brought natural gas as a viable energy source to America.
I say widow, because by now you realize who I'm talking about and how the newspapers discovered him. Having a heart attack in a cheap San Francisco hotel room with a male prostitute. The tabloids loved it and every day the New York Daily Journal kept coming up with headlines that made me cringe. I didn't leave the house for a week until I absolutely had to — and the only reason I absolutely had to was because of work.
Well, work, and this meeting with David.
The lawyer that drafted the paperwork sent it to me to deliver because as the widow of Steven, apparently I have to sign somewhere that I'm comfortable with the fact that I will receive no money upon his death.
That's right. Not only did he carry out an affair with me for God knows how many years, but he married me promising me that he would always take care of me. And he left me with nothing. It all goes to David. I don't know if the will was ever changed or if I was just never in it in the first place but I do know that it's the type of thing that the old me would have never realized to check.
You might laugh, but I was in love when I first met Steven. He was brash and worldly. I was just a young woman — with no experience in men. He swept me off my feet and by the time I came back down to earth, I was already a married woman realizing the horrible marriage I had gotten myself into.
"Hey Christina," I hear the familiar voice and I look over. I can't help but smile.
Even with all the cheating and complete lack of affection from Steven, I stayed with him. At first it was to try to be a good wife. But eventually, basically maybe three years ago, because I relished seeing David as he grew older.
I'm going to tell you right now that I don't feel embarrassed or ashamed for any of my actions or my desires.
David is everything that Steven wasn’t. He's tall. Broad shouldered. Rugged face. He played football in high school and he worked out while Steven let himself go. Seeing David next to the pool, laying out in the sun bronzing himself and seeing his 8-pack abs glisten, I realized there was a darker desire that kept me from leaving Steven.
I was attracted to his stepson.
I didn't feel bad.
I still don't.
David walks over to me. He eyes the package of papers that I'm holding.
"Is that it?" he asks.
I nod my head.
He sits down at my table, takes the papers, and pulls out a pen. This is billions of dollars we're talking about but David makes it seem like nothing.
"I want you to know that despite whatever my father ever did to you and however he made you feel, you'll always be taken care of. I'll make sure of it," he says as he signs. I can't believe the signing takes as little time as it does as he hands the papers to me to sign away my agreement that I'm not contesting the will.
"Thanks, but this death and revelation about...everything...was a real kick in the pants," I say with a wan smile. "I realized something."
"What's that?" David asks as I initial and sign. Just like that I've agreed that I'm done with Steven. I no longer have any claim to his money.
"I realized that I need to be able to stand on my own two feet," I say to him with a smile. "I need to be independent. I miss being free. When I was desired by others."
David chuckles. I frown. Is he laughing at me?
I don't view him as a stepson at all when he's laughing.
God, I don't even view him as anything more than a man. Who can shoot me to paradise.
"What’s so funny?" I ask.
David looks at me.
"You were always desirable," he says looking into my eyes. "You just didn't seem to believe it."
I blush. I can't help it. This 21 year old man is telling me that I'm desirable? Would he want to fuck me? Oh, my. With his face in between my legs? Making me come?
It would be perfect revenge for the woman who was humiliated in all the newspapers around the world.
But I wouldn't want it for revenge.
"All those times by the pool," David says, drawing closer. "You are wearing those bikinis."
My heart skips a beat and I can feel a pounding in my ears. I can't believe this.
So close after the death of my bastard husband.
This is almost too good to be true.
David leans over, realizing that he hasn't been slapped yet and says with bolder words.
"Seeing your ass as you walked around used to get my cock so fucking hard, Christina."
I gulp. I look up at him.
"Do you talk to all women with that mouth?" I ask him.
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br /> "No," he says with a smile. "But I'm going to lick your pussy with it."
I'm thankful that I have a room where I spent last night here. Because with trembling legs I get up and take his hand. And begin to walk to my room without another word.
This is going to be fun.
Sinful. But fun.
Christina
“I’ve been wanting to do this for some time now!” David growls, his words like honey and wine. They’re curt and perfect, and above all, they are everything I need to hear. After everything that has happened to us – we’re giving in to the savage desires that we can’t hold back.
“’I’ve wanted to do this too,” I tell him, my mind racing with lust. “But it’s so wrong,” I say with a smile, taking one step toward him, our mouths just two inches away from each other as we pause at the door to my suite. Smiling back, he brushes the back of his hand against my face, tucking a stray lock of hair over my ear.
“That’s what makes it so goddamn good,” he tells me, leaning in and brushing his lips against mine. I feel that spark of pleasure running through me that I thought was gone forever, the touch of his mouth on mine is one of the sweetest things I have ever experienced in my entire life. “Close your eyes,” he says, pulling back from me.
“Why?” My heart is starting to beat faster, anxiety crawling under my skin as every fiber of my body starts to ache for him.
He opens the door and pulls me in. My pussy is throbbing.
“Just do it.”
I comply, my eyelids drooping before he even finishes speaking. There’s something in the tone of his voice. He showed up in my life as a young brash boy, but he’s mature now. He’s shaped up into a man, one who towers above all other mortals. But, in the end, it doesn’t matter how much he grows up: he will always be my David.