DARK: A DARK BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE (The Boyne Club Book 1)

by Vi Carter

  “Can I get a vodka?” I ask Simon as I reach the bar and sit down.

  “You sure?” he quizzes.

  “Yeah. Work’s over. So give me the Goddamn drink.”

  Sniggers sound behind me. I glance over my shoulder to see Damien grin as he sits beside me. He’s a big guy, and I wasn’t sure what to make of him. Any man who worked here, and especially guarded the door to the sick rooms out the back, wasn’t much of a man in my opinion.

  “I know a girl just like you.”

  “What, a pole dancer?” I ask, as Simon places the drink in front of me. I knock the drink back.

  Damien sniggers again. “No. Mouthy.”

  “I’m not normally like this,” I say into the empty glass that’s removed from my fingers. Simon, refills it and I give him a soft smile of thanks before I drink it all.

  “What happened to Wendy?” I place the glass on the bar, but Simon doesn’t refill it and I don’t want to push my luck. I have no money to pay for the drinks.

  “Two more Simon.” Damien orders. “Drugs or drink. Who knows?” When Simon places the drinks on the counter, Damien slides one towards me.

  “For the shock,” he says while raising the glass to his lips.

  “Yeah, for the shock,” I repeat and I can’t stop the sarcasm that enters my voice. I didn’t think anything could shock me anymore after being in a place like this.

  Damien shakes his head while he sniggers again. “Yep, just like her,” he says before he downs his drink.

  I don’t ask who he thinks I’m like. I really don’t care.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  HIM

  After leaving Cara, I had drank too much. It was something I had given up a long time ago, but she provoked something inside me. I had sensed her excitement the moment I had arrived in her room. I needed her to remember that I held the power, that I could hurt her. Leaving her crying told me I got my point across. I’m not sure why it is bothering me so much.

  “My name is Cara.” That moment when she had given me her name freely after everything I had done to her. It is slowly eating me alive.

  The three quick knocks at the library door has me sitting up. Linda steps in. When she reappeared yesterday, I was too angry to speak to her. She had given me some lame excuse about being sick. Then she took off for the club.

  “How’s Wendy?” I ask, hating that my club was shut down last night. It was overkill on Linda’s part, but she still isn’t herself so I am letting her poor judgment slide.

  “Yeah, she’ll be okay.” Linda folds her arms across her chest. The white and black polka dot shirt is tucked into a high-waisted beige skirt.

  “I wanted to ask you something.” Linda looks shifty, nervous so I don’t speak but just nod.

  “Cara’s father.” Linda swallows and looks away, before glancing at me from the corner of her eye, like she’s terrified of the answers.

  “He’s dead.”

  I don’t react. I don’t care. It changed nothing here.

  “Was it you?” This is what was wrong with Linda? She thought I’d killed Cara’s father.

  “No.”

  “Why don’t I believe you?” Linda hasn’t stepped any further into the room and for the first time, in a very long time, she is afraid. Afraid of me.

  “Because, Linda, I’m telling the truth. Something you don’t seem capable of.”

  Linda swallows. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  I don’t answer. I just sit back further in my chair and let her answer her own stupid question.

  “Is this about where I live?”

  It didn’t take long. “Yes. You lied about where you lived.”

  She unfolds her arms. “No Gerald. I did live there. I just moved, and where I live is none of your business.”

  I hide the grin as I watch Linda unfold again from the fragile person she was becoming. As we stare at each other, I understand that she isn’t going to tell me where she lives now, and frankly it’s fine. The fact that Linda is back is all that really matters.

  “I better get back to the club.”

  “Is Cara in her room?”

  She bristles again at the mention of Cara’s name.

  “Yes.” I can sense her uneasiness.

  “Did you tell her about her father?” I ask.

  “Of course not.” Linda swallows a lump of guilt.

  “Good.” I stare at her until she can’t hold my eye any longer.

  “I better get back.”

  I don’t say anymore as she walks out of the room. Opening the drawer, I take out the two masks that I had placed there earlier and just hold them. Mary’s swingers party has started and she has left an open invitation for me to come. Excitement courses through me as I think of Cara’s body. She’s beautiful. She’s mine. My skin gets that tight feeling again and I cough to try to release it, but I still feel stretched. Taking both masks, I don’t leave through the library door but through the hidden hallways. Pulling out the Jewish Bible halfway, the book shelf clicks and I pull it away from the wall. The lights immediately turn on. I close the door behind me as I take the same path I’ve been taking since Cara arrived. Once I reach the secret compartment to her room, I take out my phone and knock out the power to her room. Counting to ten, I push open the door and step inside. Closing the panel gently behind me, I try to let my eyes adjust to the darkness. I can hear her breathing. It’s loud today. She’s afraid. A part of me thinks good, while another hates that I’ve put the fear there. I follow her breathing. She’s standing close to the bedroom door.

  “Have you come to hurt me again?”

  She sounds angry and afraid. “No.” She inhales harshly at my closeness.

  Reaching out, I touch her and push her hair back before placing the half mask on her face.

  “A mask?” She quizzes.

  I place my own on before taking her hand. She doesn’t stop me as I twine her fingers with mine. I take her over to the panel in the wall and push it open. The pop is immediate and I step through bringing her with me. She glances around her as I close the panel behind us. Turning to her, her eyes roam my face. I had forgotten this would be the first time she’s seen some of me. The mask I wear only covers the top half of my face. The rise and fall of her chest is quick. Her pulse flickers along her neck. I stand and allow her to stare at my face. She looks so small in front of me. I tower over her and I wonder now what she sees. I shouldn’t care, but for some reason I do. I take her hand and her eyes snap to mine. Her moss green ones are so wide, and I want to ask her what she’s thinking. I also want her to keep looking at me the way she is, like she’s in awe of me. I take a step closer and she doesn’t step away. She tilts her head back so she can look up into my eyes. My own heart picks up and I’m not sure what’s wrong with me. Turning away, I start to walk and she doesn’t pull her hand out of mine as I move through the hallways with too much turmoil in my heart.

  We step out into a large hallway. No one’s around as I close the panel once Cara is beside me. “Where are we going?” she asks. I’m very aware how her hand still rests in mine. I’m also aware that I like it there, so I let it go.

  Room number Sixty Nine took up most of the top floor where we held these kinds of very private parties. I open the door and step in. Cara follows, and I try to see this place through her eyes. The wide space we walk into holds only a large black round table. It’s completely constructed from marble. You can’t see over it as it holds a lot of different plants. A chandelier hangs above it, casting light in the large space. Under our feet a red, lush carpet molds around all the bare feet that sink into it. People in only masks drink and mingle, some start early while others watch. I glance at Cara as she takes a step towards the door. Capturing her hand in mine, she stares at me with fear in her eyes. I leave the main area and step under the large white arches. The lighting in here is dimmer, the illusion of hundreds of candles burning is cast throughout the space. Large cushions, couches, and blankets are spread throughout the ro
om. The end of the room is dominated by a large fireplace. The fire is lit and flickers shadows across the three women who are pleasuring each other in front of it.

  I turn to Cara, who’s taking everything in with a look of horror on her face. “Close your eyes,” I tell her and wide green eyes flicker to mine. Her lashes flutter down as she does as I ask. Her face is perfection. Pale skin that hasn’t a blemish on it, makes her lips always look a deep red. Cara’s still in her outfit from the club, so I don’t have much to remove, but I take my time pushing the straps down her arms, feeling her skin under my fingertips. Goosebumps rise in the wake of my touch. I step closer and inhale the smell of Cara. Lavender, and something sweet. I reach behind her and unclip her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts bounce free, her nipples already hard. She keeps her eyes closed and I dip my head, taking one of her nipples in my mouth. She hisses in pleasure and my trousers tighten. Brown eyes stare at me as I suck Cara’s nipple. The girl appears behind Cara and runs her hands down her chest. I can feel Cara stiffen, but she doesn’t open her eyes to see who has joined us. My mouth leaves her breast as I reach down and run my fingers under the band of her pants, she tenses under my touch but doesn’t stop me as I slide her pants down her legs, she steps out of them easily and she looks glorious standing naked in front of me.

  The woman moves around to the front of Cara, her hands dragging across her chest. I used the moment to remove my clothes, my trousers painfully tight. Once my trousers are off, my erection springs free. Brown eyes leave Cara and take me in, her eyes flicker greedily to my cock. She’s moving to get down on her knees but I grab her wrist, stopping her. Moss green eyes that are alive bore into mine and she’s all I want. I release the other woman and descend to my knees. Cara watches me as I place my hands on her hips and bury my head between her legs. Her hands instantly sink into my hair and she gasps. Using my tongue, I push her folds open and taste the sweetness that is Cara. It’s hard to get access this way. Leaning out I stand and notice the other girl hasn’t left, she’s still touching Cara’s chest and she follows us as I lead Cara to a huge cushion, and lay her back on it. Spreading her legs, I don’t hesitate as I place my head back between her legs. Her body rises and I push it back down as I sink my tongue deeper into her sweet pussy. Nails run down my spine before stopping at my ass. Irritation has me coming back up. This stupid girl wasn’t leaving. Reaching out, I take her face roughly and force her down onto my cock. She takes it, sucking. I glance at Cara who’s watching and I swear she looks hurt. She has no right. So why did I feel guilty? I ignore the feeling and push my cock deeper down this woman’s throat. Closing my eyes, I fling my head back and try to enjoy it. Fingers touch my lips.

  “Taste me.” Cara’s kneeling up, her fingers on my lips and I suck them, tasting all that is sweet about her. Pulling myself from the woman’s mouth I turn fully to Cara, my erection is almost painful. I need to be inside her sweet pussy. Bending her over, I spread her ass cheeks to give me more access to her. I don’t hold back as I push my cock into her tightness. The woman wanders off and is soon replaced by a man who immediately reaches for Cara while I’m fucking her. He places his cock at her mouth and I watch as she takes it easily. I’ve slowed my pace, but now I start to pick back up as she takes this man’s cock deeper into her mouth. The girl returns again and moves behind me, where she runs her hands across my ass before slowly touching it. Her long nail sinks in and I slow my pace on Cara to give the woman more access to me. Her finger disappears fully into my ass as I sink my cock deeper into Cara. The other man takes his shaft out of Cara’s mouth and starts to masturbate. The finger leaves my ass and I start to pound into Cara who moans in pleasure. The other woman kneels down beside Cara and licks the top of the other man’s cock. Her tongue flicks out and he quickens his pace, she crawls closer until she takes one of his balls in her mouth and sucks. I remove myself from Cara and flip her around, she looks up at me, her eyes buzzing like a woman who’s drunk, she is drunk on lust. I push two fingers into her opening and remove them, the shine of her excitement coats my fingers. I crawl up to her and place them on her lips like she had done to me.

  “Taste it.” She does. Her small pink tongue flicks out and wraps around my fingers. She sucks them and I want her warm mouth around my cock. The man who had joined us releases his cock and moves towards Cara, and I don’t like it as he bends his head and takes one of her breasts in his mouth. His lips trail up her neck and I want to kill him.

  Taking Cara by the arms, I pull her up and away from them. She’s dazed, and they don’t look so happy. I take the same breast that the man just had and I suck it, removing his touch from her body. I want her so badly, but for the first time, I don’t want to share her. I take her hand in mine and she doesn’t object as I pull her up and walk us through the room. Near the fireplace, there is a panel that will take us out of here. I glance around to make sure no one is watching and push it open. Stepping through into a dimly lit old hallway, I wait until the panel clicks back into place before I push Cara up against the wall. Her eyes are still swimming with lust, but I see something else there, I’m not sure what. My heart pounds as I stare into moss green eyes. Pulling up one of her legs, I place my cock at her opening and slide it in. Her warmth and wetness wrap around me and I groan before grabbing her other leg, and pulling both up so they are wrapped around my waist giving me full access to her. I push in and she groans into my neck, her hot breath against my skin has me wanting to fill her with my cum. I pound harder, her breast’s bouncing against my chest. She removes her head from my neck, her hands tightening on my shoulders as I pound into her. All I want to do is kiss her.

  My eyes flicker to her red lips. It’s one rule I don’t break. I don’t ever kiss anyone. I pound deeper, my balls slapping against her flesh.

  “Harder.” Her one word has me nearly losing it. I pound harder, faster. I’m so close and I can see so is she. I give in to every temptation I have and press my lips against hers. It’s like she freezes for a second before her body responds to me like never before. Her tongue fills my mouth and I know I’m going to come.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  HER

  My lungs seize as he pushes his lips against mine. I’m so aware of everywhere our bodies meet, but his lips against mine scorches my flesh. I don’t think but push my tongue into his mouth as I rise high on the wave as he pushes himself into me. My back slams against the wall and he doesn’t slow down. I don’t want him to. I’m so close to coming. My hands greedily touch as much of his flesh as I can. I can’t seem to get close enough to him. I want more of him and when his teeth graze my swollen lips, I know I’m going to shatter. I call out as I come all over him. His own release is almost immediately after mine. The aftermath tremors have him jerking inside me. His lips are still pressed against mine as our breaths mingle together.

  My heart pounds rapidly in my chest like I’ve run a mile. His skin glistens with sweat. He still holds me up, our bodies still joined and I’m not ready yet to have him step away. I know what happens after. I’ll be taken to my room where I will be left alone with my thoughts, and right now my thoughts are going to dark places. The usual guilt is starting to swirl, but something else is rising to the surface.

  Gerald slowly removes himself from me before allowing my feet to touch the ground. His mouth leaves mine, but as I stand, our bodies are still pressed against one another’s. His strong jaw and chin I focus on. Seeing half his face has done weird things to me. He is gorgeous. I am only seeing half his face, and now I wonder what seeing all of him would do to me. Blue eyes that start so dark on the outside, and seem to lighten until they mesh with his black iris consume me. I want to tell him I don’t want to leave; I don’t want to go back to my room. His hands are resting on my shoulders, my own pressed against his chest, his heart still races under my fingertips. My own heart is racing now for a completely different reason than it had before.

  “Stay here,” he tells me, and I’m startled at the s
ound of his voice after so much silence.

  I nod and he steps away from me. I’m instantly cold and aware of how naked I am. Seeing Gerald in the light has me clenching my legs together. I’m surprised at how easily my body comes alive as I watch him move down the hall. My eyes drink him in, from his long muscular legs to his perfect ass that begs to be grabbed. His broad back was wider than I had pictured in my head. Muscles shift as he walks. He disappears and I lean my head against the wall trying to make sense of what I am feeling.

  It doesn’t take him long to return. I’m disappointed when I see all his flesh is nearly covered up. Black trousers and a black t-shirt cover his body, but he’s still amazing to look at. He hasn’t removed the mask and I focus on the angles of his jawline as he hands me a silk black dressing gown, that I wrap around my body. He’s staring at me and I’m not sure what’s happening.

  “Can I remove my mask?” I ask. My skin is warm and flushed under it.

  “Yes.”

  I remove it and am all too aware of how I must look. I wasn’t sure If I preferred the darkness of the room. In the darkness I could pretend, but here in the light and seeing him, was making this all very real.

  I flicker a glance up at him to find him watching me. My heart starts to do a merry dance and I want it to calm down.

  I want to ask what now, but I also don’t want this to end.

  “Are you thirsty?”

  The question surprises me and I nod before speaking. “Yes.”

  He doesn’t move immediately, it’s like he knows I want to look at him and he is allowing it. I want the mask off, I want to see him, but another part of me doesn’t. I break eye contact and he turns and I follow him. This place is a maze, we move through several small hallways, I would never remember my way around here.