Entropy: A Dark Romance (Blood Diamond Disciples Book 1)

by Riley Ashby

I fell back, and he followed me, kissing between my breasts before sucking the other one, then kissing down my belly to the hem of my pants. “Well, my mouth is going to be busy for a little while.” My pants and underwear were gone, tossed across the room, and I jerked at the feel of his breath on my wet lips as he pushed my knees apart and leaned in. “I want to hear your dirty thoughts. Tell me what you thought about all those nights when you thought you’d never see me again.”

  “I—” I didn’t even get a word out before I had to stop, gasping, as his tongue traced my slit, probing my folds and pushing inside me in one fluid movement. “I imagined this.”

  “My tongue between your thighs?” He lifted one of my legs and placed my foot on his shoulder. His hand held my other leg wide as I tried to close it involuntarily, overwhelmed by the pleasure.

  “Yes.”

  He thrust his tongue inside again, then kissed his way upward until I moaned at the tip of his tongue on my clit. “With your fingers, too.”

  He laughed, the sound traveling up my midline to my skull, and obeyed. His talented fingers that made me come, once in the back of a car, then twice again as a scared captive, slid inside me now with such grace and precision. So unlike my own trying to re-create his touch and the excitement that it brought me, but never quite succeeding. Every time he licked, sucked, thrust, alternated his fingers and tongue on every part of me, I lost a little bit more.

  “Tell me how you touched yourself.”

  “In the shower,” I confessed. “I was too afraid to do it in the open.”

  “Keep talking.”

  “I tried to do it like you did. With one finger in my slit and two others on the outside, touching my thigh. The way you seemed to change the pressure on my clit as you slid up and down, and you’d spread my wetness all over me. Then I put a finger inside—” I trailed off with a whimper as he curled his fingers, stripping my G spot, causing my whole body to contract. A small gush of liquid escaped me, and he moaned as he licked eagerly.

  “Tell me more.”

  “I put a finger inside, but it wasn’t enough. I can’t get deep enough.”

  “Shit. I love this.” He put his fingers in my mouth, and I separated them with my tongue, tasting my own pleasure mixed with his salt and sweat. “You’re such a good girl. Look at me.” I propped myself on my elbows as he stood and stepped back. His pants were on the floor, and he had his cock in his hand, squeezing to hold in his orgasm. A drop of pre-come swelled and began to fall to the floor. “Look at what you’ve done to me. You and your filthy mouth.”

  I fell to my knees and leaned forward, mouth open to catch it, but he grabbed me by the shoulders and threw me back on the bed. “If you do that, I’m definitely gonna come. And when I come, it’s going to be inside you.”

  I scrambled back on the bed as he advanced on me. The look in his eyes reminded me of the night he tried to force me, the night I sent him away but still found myself wet and wanting and needy. My breath caught at the frisson of fear that shot through me, but I had no time to think as he pulled my legs apart again and slid between them. I hooked one leg behind his and pulled him closer.

  “Hey.” He put his hand around my throat, pressing his finger and thumb into my jawbone. “I’m in control here.”

  “Please,” I whispered. “I’ve wanted it for so long.”

  “I’m half inclined to make you wait even longer. I promised you that you’d have to beg, right?”

  “I am! I’m begging.” I moved my hips toward his, but every time, he pulled away. “Please, Gunner. Give it to me. I need you.”

  I gasped as he slid inside me with no warning.

  “I need you too.”

  He kept his hand on my throat as he began to move his hips, but I was trapped in place, even if he wasn’t holding me down. I hadn’t known before how empty I was, how badly I needed to be filled, again and again, jammed with a—no, not just any—his dick, reaching as far inside as I could physically allow.

  He pinched one of my nipples to get my attention. “Are you still with me?”

  “I’m everywhere.” I crept up around his neck, mirroring his grip on me, and felt his throat vibrate as he growled.

  “Nice try.” He sat back and grabbed my legs, crossed one over so I was on my side, and held my hands into the mattress with one hand while the other grabbed my hair. “Christ, you’re even tighter like this.”

  “I feel it!”

  He never stopped moving, never stopped the rhythmic slipping of his thighs against my ass, his balls against my pussy. If he released my hair or hands, it was only to grab my breasts or smack my behind. And the entire time, he talked.

  “You suck my dick like a champ, but this pussy is the best I’ve ever had. Jesus, keep making those noises. Louder. Louder!”

  I didn’t realize I was screaming until he kissed me. Every nerve inside me was alight, drawn to him as stars to a black hole as he grabbed a handful of my flesh and squeezed until I felt it bruise. The bed squeaked across the floor in time with his movements.

  “I couldn’t help but notice you’re not pregnant.” He bit my neck, and I moaned. “That’s a very bad girl. I told you I wanted it.”

  “I’m sorry,” I muttered, though I wasn’t sure what I was apologizing for. I felt myself drifting into a haze, only to be snapped back with each thrust or slap.

  “You’ll have to spread your legs for me a lot to make up for it.”

  He changed his cadence, increasing the rhythm. I unraveled.

  “Whatever you say.”

  “You’ll let me have this pussy whenever I want? Let me pump you full of me until it sticks?”

  My words were gibberish, but I must have said yes because he stopped thrusting and kissed me.

  “I want to finish with you on top.” He pulled out, and I felt cold, empty, as he leaned back on the bed and guided me across his lap. He held me steady as I struggled with my motor functions in my haze of pleasure. “Sink onto it slowly, baby. You’re in control now.”

  I didn’t feel in control. Everything about me was wild, unhinged. “I want it all.” And I took it all. We groaned in unison as he filled me again, and this time when I gripped his neck, he didn’t stop me.

  “Do you want to know the worst part about having to fuck myself instead of you doing it for me? That I never got to feel you come. That I never felt your hips flex against mine, that you couldn’t squeeze my breasts, that I never felt your cum drip down my legs when it was over.”

  “Fuck, Quinn.”

  “I have wants too. And now I want to know what you look like when you fill me.”

  “You think you can make me come?” He placed his thumb on my clit and stroked. “You think this pussy is good enough to get me off?”

  “I know it is.” I wiggled my hips in circles and loops. “Because you haven’t shut up about how good I feel since we started.”

  “You bitch,” he growled, pushing harder on my clit while his other hand grabbed my breast and squeezed. “I’ll finish when I decide. Not any sooner.”

  “We’ll see about that.” I sat up to try to relieve some of the pressure on my clit. I was so on edge I was surprised I hadn’t fallen off yet. “Let’s come together.”

  “Maybe I’m not done with you yet. Maybe I want to hear you scream my name a dozen times before I finish.”

  I reached behind me to feel his balls, and he cursed. “Please. I want this.”

  “Shit. You ask so nicely.”

  But of course, he couldn’t let me control it. He sat up and grabbed me around the waist so we were chest to chest, and I was still on him, my ass resting on his feet and my legs around his hips.

  “Look at me.” He grabbed my hair, too tight, but I couldn’t focus as he rammed into me again and again, building the pleasure past what I could control. “Never doubt me again. We belong to each other. And I will always come for you. And yes, Quinn Young, I love you.”

  My eyes fell closed as I finally crested that wave. I couldn’
t help it. But he didn’t let me escape, even now. He shook my head and called my name, demanding my attention and focus, and when I opened my eyes again, I knew we were coming together. The pulsing inside me was a new jab of pleasure each time, unstoppable, insatiable. He demanded every ounce of my satisfaction, drained it from me as surely as he had demanded my love.

  And I gave it all.

  The air turned cold against my sweat-dotted skin as I clung to her, still panting, unwilling to let the moment end too soon. But the goose bumps on her skin demonstrated she was as chilly as me.

  “Stand up for a second. Next to the bed.”

  “How come?” She rose off me gingerly as if she was sore. Good.

  “You said you wanted to know what it was like to feel my cum drip down your legs.” I leaned back on the bed as she blushed and clutched her legs together. “Spread them. I want to see it.” I knew all that big talk earlier would go away once we were out of the heat of the moment.

  “This is so embarrassing.”

  “Good. Do it anyway. I won’t hesitate to spank you again if you refuse.”

  That got her moving. She stepped her legs apart, only a few inches at first and then wider. Streams of cum ran down her leg, and a large drop fell to the floor.

  “Does it feel like you imagined?”

  She nodded meekly, not quite meeting my eyes.

  “Stop being embarrassed. You look transcendent.”

  “I can’t believe I told you that. I thought it was weird.”

  “It’s sexy as hell. I might make you show me every time. Come here.”

  She jumped onto the bed and curled next to me, trying to hide her nudity against my body. Her modesty was adorable, but she’d soon learn the concept didn’t exist with me.

  “Do you hurt?”

  “A little. It’s not too bad.”

  I pulled a blanket over us and stroked her thigh beneath it. “I’ll make it better for you.”

  “I know you will.” She kissed my cheek. “What should we do next?”

  “You can get a couple more hours of sleep before we head out.”

  She propped up on one arm, frowning. “I meant like, should I go down on you or something. What do you mean, head out?”

  I stroked her face. “As much as I would love for us to stay here fucking all night, I have plans for us.” I leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed my bag. “I didn’t bring it up sooner because I wanted to know what you would do when I ask you.”

  She went very still. “Ask me what?”

  “I want you to come with me.” I opened the bag and extracted a slim manila folder. She sat up against the headboard, and I reclined next to her. “I have your documents. A new identity.”

  She took the folder for me and rifled through the papers—the birth certificate, passport, driver's license, all with her new name. She traced her fingers over the letters.

  “Annalise Bryant.”

  “Yeah. Look at the last document there.”

  She held it in the faint light, leaning closer to examine it. “It’s a marriage certificate.”

  I was getting nervous again. All my confidence that she would say yes had evaporated the moment she took the folder from me. For all my faith in her, in us, I could never say for sure if this was what she really wanted. “I know it’s probably not what you envisioned. Someday down the road, when we have new friends and our new life, I can give you the dress and the flowers.” Maybe this was the worst idea in the world, and she’d laugh in my face. “And I know you probably don’t want to because you have to say goodbye to your family, and even though you’re upset with your dad, you and your mom are still close, and of course, you just got back to Esther …”

  She put her hand over my mouth to stop my rambling. “I already told them goodbye.”

  “What?”

  “I wrote letters. Esther has them. When I don’t show up for our coffee date on Saturday, she’ll deliver them.”

  Her cheek was smooth beneath my palm. “You did all that without even knowing when I was coming?”

  “My heart wouldn’t let me believe anything else.”

  “So does that mean … Are you coming with me? Will you …?”

  She bit her lip as she looked at me. “Yeah, I’ll be your—”

  “Wait!” I didn’t even have a box for it. It was just tucked into one of the pockets in my bag. “This was my mom’s.” I slid the ring onto her finger without asking, still too scared she’d change her mind. It was a simple band, but the stone was stunning—an emerald cut diamond held by the most delicate white gold prongs. “If you don’t like it, we can trade it for something else—”

  This time, she silenced me with her mouth. She kicked aside the covers and threw one leg over my waist. A moment later, I was inside her again, gasping and pumping as the woman who had just become my wife in an instant, without a single witness, held my body so tight against hers I thought we would never separate.

  “I love you,” she gasped. “I wish I told you more before you disappeared.”

  “You can tell me every day for the rest of our lives.” She was close again. I could feel it. But I was nowhere near done with her. “Because I’ll never stop needing to hear it.”

  “So what do you think?”

  I smiled as I turned to look at my husband as he walked through the sliding door onto our back patio with a steaming cup of coffee. “I’ve always wanted to live near the mountains.” I took the cup gratefully. It was still summer, but this far north, the mornings were cold.

  “Are you sure? I’m sure I could figure out something else if you aren’t happy.” He wrapped one arm around me as we took in the view of the Rockies stretching beyond our back patio. In the cloudless blue sky, a dark bird circled.

  “Gunner, I promise. I’m happy here. I’m happy with you. I’m not going anywhere.”

  I didn’t think he would ever stop doubting. I did my best to remind him every day, with kisses on his neck as we woke next to each other, only to climb on top of him, thighs sliding against his as I pushed down his boxers far enough to free his erection. It didn’t take much for me to get him hard. But finishing him—well, that was a different story.

  It had taken us days to get here, in different cars and staying at roadside motels that took us far out of the way before doubling back. The long drives gave us more time to get to know each other; the opportunity to talk without trying to rip each others’ clothes off was something of a relief.

  But now that we lived in the middle of the woods, surrounded by more wolves than people, we had plenty of time for both sex and talking.

  “It’s John now, remember?”

  I rolled my eyes. “That’s so boring. Dear John. No. I fell in love with Gunner. That’s who you’ll always be.” But we would always have to be careful in public. Gunner took his gun everywhere, and I was never without at least one knife. He promised to get me a firearm of my own in the coming months. “That’s whose name I scream in the night.”

  “You’re goddamn right.” His hand fell down my back and squeezed my ass.

  “We have shopping to do, remember. We have to get you a TV if you want to be ready for football season.”

  He tossed back the last of his coffee. “That reminds me. I have a gift for you. Come inside.” He led me by the hand, not waiting for an answer. I cast one last look over my shoulder at our view. Yeah, I could get used to that.

  In the bedroom, he dug through the black backpack he’d brought to my apartment, the only piece of luggage he had, and pulled out a small package. “Here. Everything else got sold off, but I kept this.”

  I gasped softly as I unwrapped the first edition of Pride and Prejudice, the book that brought us together. “For me?”

  “I know we’ll have to be careful with it, but I thought you would want it.”

  “Thank you for this.” I smiled at him as I touched the spine gingerly. “Now we can finish the story.”

  He took the book from my hands and set it
aside gingerly before pulling me into his chest with one arm. The other was already down the back of my jeans, tugging them down. “We’ve got the rest of our lives for that.”

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  Turn the page to read chapter one of Book 2 in the Blood Diamond Disciples Saga, Phaeton

  Everyone you love is dead. That’s the truth.

  I couldn’t speak, couldn’t make sense of the thought. Who was talking to me? Were they talking?

  Shut your goddamn mouth before I shut it for you.

  How, tough guy? You can’t even keep your skin together.

  My back and side where that bitch sliced me burned as though it had been lit on fire. How was I supposed to know she had a knife? That was Gunner’s fault. Fucking traitor pig, he probably gave it to her. Taught her how to use it. Told her to kill me.

  Well, she didn’t get the chance. The memories of the last twelve hours came back to me in waves—finding out that Gunner was a Fed, going to his house to confront and kill him, attacking the girl and getting myself cut up in the process. Jonah and I heard the helicopters overhead as we escaped the house, but I lost consciousness somewhere along the way. Had I passed out, or did he drug me? I couldn’t remember.

  My hands weren’t moving. Why couldn’t I move?

  Just another fuck up to add to your long list of failures.

  The voice came over me unwittingly, eager to breach the floodgates of my mind while I was impaired.

  Just let the Feds get you at this point. It would be easier than continuing to get your ass kicked this hard.

  No way. I didn't come this far to let a girl take me out. Especially one dumb enough to fall for the guy who kidnapped her and held her hostage. God, how pathetic could you get?

  I blinked, and the action took every last ounce of my energy. Jonah’s face appeared above mine a moment later. He was panting, as if he'd just finished running a mile. When he spoke, the words came out cracked, as though he had something in his throat.