Filthy Desires: A Romantic Suspense Collection

by Parker, Kylie

  “Easy.” His deep voice came out slow and firm. “Just get in the car and drive out of here. No one needs to get hurt.”

  Glenn stared at him, his right arm still close to his belt, as Marcus cocked his gun. Just after that however, his ears picked up the distinctive sound of a stiletto blade, popping out. Looking hard out of the corners of his eyes, he noticed it in Kendrick’s right hand. Tightening his grip around it, he charged forward. Marcus turned his gun to him. The crackling of the bullet tore through the night. It pierced Kendrick’s left chest, sending his body backwards, up on the hood of his car. Marcus then turned his gun back to Glenn and squeezed the trigger for the second time. He was thrown to the left, as the bullet lodged in his throat. His body fell to the side of the road, rolled over once and came to rest, flat on his back, his legs apart. Marcus breathed a sigh of relief, as Dwight ran both hands through his hair. Before either of them could speak, the headlights from Helen’s truck shed more light on the road, as she drove off.

  “I’m really sorry, son.” Dwight spoke in a trembling voice. “I shouldn’t have let you come with me.”

  “You’d be dead now if I hadn’t,” said Marcus, his baritone coming out rough. “We need to get rid of the bodies.”

  At that point, the tires in Helen’s truck screeched, as she stepped hard on the brakes, just behind her father’s car. She jumped out, her gaze locked on Marcus, as he turned around to face her.

  “Dad! Marcus!” She cried, her heart thumping in her chest, as she rushed towards them. “What happened?”

  “It was us or them,” Marcus replied, his voice calm and steady. Helen dragged her gaze away from him and cast a captivated glance down at the road. Looking up at her father, she spotted Kendrick’s body on the hood of his car.

  “God, I’m so glad you’re alright!” She whispered, shutting her eyes as she collapsed into her father’s embrace.

  “Your friend here saved my life.” Dwight said, his voice shaking, as Helen squeezed him in her arms. Her eyes snapped open, as she slipped out of her father’s hold. A surge of joy, mixed with guilt rushed through her, as she looked up into Marcus’s eyes.

  “You…” Helen whispered, her lips quivering, as he put his gun behind his back. “You killed them both to save my father?”

  “I did what I had to do.” Once again, his voice was unruffled. Stunned by his act of heroism, Helen wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling tears rising up in her eyes. She pulled him close, resting her head on his chest, as he embraced her. His scent filled her nostrils, as two tears spilled from her eyes. Helen could not work up the courage to open her mouth. Overwhelmed by emotion, she burst into loud sobs, gripping him harder, as her body trembled in his arms. Marcus slid his right hand up her back, bending his head towards her. He planted a tender kiss on her hair, as her tears seeped through his shirt.

  “I’m sorry.” Helen sniffled, as his hand slipped into her hair. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

  “Don’t mention it.” Marcus whispered, threading his fingers through her tendrils. “I’m just glad I helped.”

  “God, what did I put you through?” She wondered, slowly leaning back.

  “No one’s going to miss a couple of thugs, Helen.” His voice picked up volume, as their eyes met. “Your father’s alive. That’s what matters. Look, just get back to your truck. He and I have some work to do.”

  “Ok.” Helen smiled faintly and nodded. Still trying to wrap her head around what had just transpired, she did as told, realizing that this night would be forever engraved in her memory. Regardless of the outcome of her relationship with Marcus, he would always be the man who saved her father’s life. He would never cease to be the person responsible for keeping her family whole. In Helen’s eyes, he was now someone completely different from the handsome man she had met in Barbados. Marcus was much more than just another good-looking, mysterious biker. He was the man who wouldn’t hesitate to kill, in order to protect the people closest to him.

  Look at him.” Helen thought to herself, as the two men loaded the bodies into Kendrick’s car. “You’re not just my Marcus anymore. You’re my angel; my dark angel. Maybe I shouldn’t have dragged you into this. You didn’t need any more darkness in your soul. But, if I’d kept you out of it, my father would be lying dead on the street.

  Marcus and Dwight pushed Kendrick’s Lincoln over the edge of the cliff. Every window of the heavy car shattered, as it rolled down the jagged rocks. Eventually, it landed on its right hand side, just before a loud, blast explosion lit up the night. A big smile spread across Dwight’s face, as the car was engulfed in flames.

  “So long, you son of bitch,” he said with feeling, “so long.”

  22

  Helen wished that she could take her hands off the steering wheel, throughout their short drive back to James’s cabin. She wanted to hug Marcus over and over again and thank him for what he had done. As soon as they arrived, she attempted to do so, but unfortunately, for her, he stormed out of her truck.

  “Bummer,” Helen let out with a huff of exasperation, feeling tension throughout her body. Before she knew it, he had unlocked the front door. Leaving her truck, she slowly made her way towards the house, with the image of his tranquil face still lingering in her mind. Helen walked into the living room, only to find Marcus’s clothes scattered all around it.

  “Another bubble bath? I’d love that!”

  However, he wasn’t in the bathroom. A big splash caught her attention, as she stepped out of it. Goosebumps rose all over her body, as she realized where he was: the indoor pool in the basement. Without wasting any more time, Helen started down the hallway and then went down the stairs, eager to join him in the pool.

  The dim light, shining through the partially open door, sent her pulse racing. She pushed it open, discovering its origin: Four inset ceiling lights, one in each corner of the room. Marcus was a sight for sore eyes. He was leaning against the side of the pool, eyes closed, with his arms folded behind his head. His wet, masculine body glimmered, as small drops of water dripped down his face and his chest.

  “You could have waited for me, you know.” Helen said with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

  “Just get in the pool.” He spoke in lazy tones.

  “I don’t have a bathing suit,” She stated, smiling down at him.

  “You don’t need one.” Marcus uttered, slowly opening his eyes. This time, Helen chose to keep her mouth shut. She pulled her t-shirt up and over her head, as he scanned her body, from bottom to top. In a matter of seconds, she got rid of her jeans and her shoes. The feel of the cool water on her skin made her tingle, as she jumped into the pool. Helen emerged, finding herself inches away from Marcus, as she pushed her hair back from her face.

  “So hot,” he uttered, his baritone turning into a low, raspy whisper, as he tilted his head down. Their lips locked in a long, sensual kiss, as he put both hands on her hips. He lifted her body, as she circled her arms around his neck. Helen’s legs went around his waist, as she pressed herself into him, feeling his hands traveling up her back. The feel of Marcus’s chiseled abs on her stomach sent sparks of arousal through her, as Helen knitted her fingers through his hair. Grabbing a fistful of it, she gently bit his upper lip, as he stroked the flesh of her upper back.

  “You turn me on so much.” She whispered in his mouth, as he flexed his muscles around her. Marcus rolled them around, his tongue flicking over her lips, as her playful scream echoed in the room. As he eased her down onto the floor, Helen felt the cold, wet tiles on her skin. Willing to tease him though, she would not stay there. She removed her hands from him, pulling back, before rising to her 5’7”, feminine figure. The puzzled look in his eyes did not deter her. Helen started towards the far wall, sensually swaying her hips. Upon reaching it, she turned around and moved her legs apart, as she curled her index finger. Holding onto the side of the pool, Marcus moved his right leg over the side and rolled out of it. Helen bit her lower lip, gazing at his impressive body, a
s water dripped down his pecs and his abs. She longed to taste his kiss; the mere thought that he would run his hands all over her made her pussy throb in anticipation.

  But, Marcus soon made it clear to her that he had very different plans. He gave her a sexy smile, sitting down on his knees in front of her. Bending his head down towards her right calf, he closed his eyes and planted a short kiss on her skin. His wet lips sent sweet tingles between her thighs. Helen watched with faint impatience, as he slowly made his way up, keeping his hands to himself. As much as she desired to feel them on her, she would not speak, fearing that it could ruin whatever he had in mind. Marcus’s lips reached her knee. Tentatively kissing it, he reached up. His hand landed on her lower stomach. He squeezed her flesh first and then ran his fingers across her body, sticking his tongue out. The feel of the moist tip forced a pleasurable sigh out of her, as his tongue collected tiny drops of water from her thigh. Caressing her hip, he laid one more kiss at the top of her leg. Helen’s breath became heavier, as his mouth went very close to the crook between her leg and her pussy. Marcus’s kiss on her groin made her bend her knees slightly. His beard scratched her sensitive skin, as he made his way down. Helen put her right hand on his head, eager to feel his mouth on her pussy. She pressed him onto her, as his lips stopped half an inch away from her entrance.

  “Not yet.” Marcus said, his voice raspy, stroking her hip, as he stuck his tongue out. She squeezed her eyes shut, letting out a lustful moan, as his tongue began to draw a tantalizing circle around her pussy. He reached up his left arm and grabbed her other hip, sliding his right hand down her leg.

  “Awww, yeah!” Helen groaned, bending her knees more, as the underneath of his tongue brushed her clit. But even then, Marcus did not touch it any further. He preferred to complete the circle, laying a soft kiss at her entrance, as he grazed his fingers down her thigh. Helen looked down at him, her legs trembling as he nipped his way up her body. Sliding his hand up her left inner thigh, he flicked his tongue into her bellybutton, as she massaged the top of his head. She lifted her other hand to cup his shoulder, as his mouth got closer and closer to her big, luscious breasts. Releasing her thigh and her hip, he buried his face between them, licking her skin, as she squeezed his firm flesh. Marcus moved his mouth to her left breast, cupping them in both of his hands. Helen felt his large, stiff cock on her stomach, pulling him close, as she slid her hand down his back.

  “Yeeees… Awww, yeah, baby!” She moaned, as his lips closed around her swollen nipple. Flicking his tongue over it, Marcus squeezed her other breast, sending waves of unrelenting pleasure coursing through her, as Helen ran her fingers through his hair. He pinched her nipple lightly, sucking on her breast, his hot breath on her skin causing her body to shiver in desire, as she tilted her head back. Helen sank her fingernails into his flesh, feeling his tongue swirling around her nipple, as he massaged her breast. Her insides were burning. His sensual moves had made her long for him more than ever. Marcus had been teasing her, paying attention to each and every one of her sensitive areas and, even though she was already dripping wet, she didn’t want this to end. Overtaken by passion, Helen glided her hand up and down his back, as he planted long, fiery kisses all over her breast. He flicked his tongue across her nipple one last time and began to lick his way up her chest, pressing her breasts together.

  “Kiss me…” She whimpered, tilting her head down. Marcus’s lips curled into a sexy smile, before their mouths joined in a long, fervent kiss. Helen could barely stand. Her knees were shaking, as she ran her hand down his head. He rolled her nipples, pushing his body against hers, as their tongues danced against each other. She hooked her left leg around his hip, feeling his raging erection on her skin, as she held onto his shoulder blades. Marcus released her left breast, trapping her lower lip between his, as Helen dragged her nails across his back. A long grunt escaped him, as he cupped her thigh. He squeezed it in his grasp first and then slowly slid his hand up her leg, gently biting her lower lip. Taking his hand off of her chest, he reached down and grabbed her hip, as she stroked his masculine back. Marcus’s other hand crept around her leg. He caressed Helen’s outer thigh, before running it up her body. Stopping it at her other hip, he flipped her around. A hungry smile spread across her lips, as she found herself facing the wall.

  “You naughty boy,” Helen whispered, as Marcus leaned over her. Shivers went down her spine, as he gently ran his tongue down under her ear. The sensation of his wet, swollen shaft and his balls, just above her ass crack added to her arousal, but it was his deep voice that made goose bumps rise all over her body.

  “I want to taste your pussy,” he whispered back, flicking his tongue over her earlobe. Just when he finished his sentence, Helen slowly bent over against the wall. This time, Marcus did not kiss his way down her body. Instead, he ran his gaze down and locked it on her nice, delicious ass, as he knelt down once more. He leaned forward, licking his lips, as he marveled at her. Shutting his eyes, he planted a sensual kiss on her flesh, just next to her ass crack, causing her body to stiffen. Helen’s moans became louder, as he began to lay more kisses all over her ass cheeks. Every grunt coming out of his mouth turned her on as much as his worship. He slid his hands down her body and filled his hands with her delectable flesh, making her bite her lower lip. Marcus spread her ass cheeks, exposing her entrance. Helen’s pussy lips were glistening in the dim light. Her warm, thick juices were overflowing out of her, flowing down her thighs.

  “Right there!” She moaned, throwing her head back, as she felt his lips on her pussy. Unable to stand any longer, she bent her knees, until they made contact with the floor. Marcus lapped her juices with his warm tongue, taking deliberate licks up and down the length of her pussy, as he kneaded her ass. Much to her pleasure, he didn’t focus on her clit or her entrance, either. Every few seconds, he would passionately kiss the flesh around her pussy, breathing hard down on her, as he held onto her ass cheeks. Then, he would slide his tongue down her womanhood, collecting more of her juices, before flicking it across her hard, swollen clit. His lustful kisses on it made her pussy muscles flex faster. Helen struggled to control her excited breath. Her moans were getting louder and wilder, as Marcus did everything in his power to coax her to an intense climax. Opening her eyes, she looked underneath her. The sight that greeted her made her pussy quiver with desire: His massive cock was standing upright, his precum was shining and it had even reached the base of his shaft. But, it was Marcus’s next move that sent her over the edge, as he pushed his hot, wet tongue, deep inside her dripping wet pussy, tightening his grip on her ass cheeks.

  “God, I’m going to come!” Helen moaned, squeezing her eyes shut, as he dug his short fingernails into her flesh. Squirming under his touch, she felt his tongue thrusting into her, right from the start. Pleasure pulsating through her, she moaned wildly, arching her back, as she felt the first waves of her orgasm roll through her. Helen shuddered, crying out, as she was overtaken by a ferocious climax that stole her breath, her body shaking as heat sizzled through her. Marcus slid his tongue out of her quivering pussy, stroking her ass cheeks, as he laid one last kiss on her delectable flesh.

  Removing his hands from her body, he sat up, his breath heavy as he gripped his big, hard cock. He aligned it with her entrance, his gaze fixed on her ass, as Helen tried to catch her breath. A deep, pleasurable moan fled her lips, as Marcus pushed his swollen cockhead inside her. Inch by inch, her pussy engulfed his entire cock, her mouth open wide as he filled her up. Slowly rocking into her, he bent his body down, running his hands up her sides. Helen might have liked the sensation of his abs earlier in the pool, but, this time, she absolutely loved it. Marcus’s manhood was buried in her depths, his hands were approaching her breasts and his warm, quick breath was giving her the chills, as she felt his muscled stomach on her lower back. He cupped her breasts hard in both of his hands, the moisture of her walls clinging to his cock, as he laid a gentle, passionate kiss on her shoulder. Helen savored the moment
, but she knew that his lips on her mouth would satisfy her even more. So, she turned her head to the right and tilted it up, moaning louder by the second.

  “Harder…” she urged in a raspy whisper, just before he claimed her lips. Marcus squeezed her breasts, their groans audible over the slurping sounds of his penetration. Helen reached back, feeling his shaft pulsing inside her, as his beard grazed the sensitive skin of her chin. She grabbed and held onto the back of his neck, biting his upper lip, as he rubbed his thumbs in circles around her nipples. The feel of his stiff cock, going in and out of her did not allow her to continue their kiss. Helen tilted her head down, exhaling hard, as he plowed into her. But Marcus would not lean back or take his hands off her breasts. Increasing his pace, he pinched her nipples lightly, his deep grunts so close to her ear they were sending her one step closer to heaven. She was writhing underneath him, having lost herself in the moment, as their bodies rubbed against each other. With each thrust, he was quenching her desire, the hardness of his cock sending her into ecstasy, as he pounded her hard from behind. By now, Helen was bucking wildly up against him, eager to feel every inch of his shaft in her soaking wet pussy, as Marcus stroked her breasts.

  “Oh, uh, I’m going to come again, baby!” She moaned while arching her back, as his cock pulsed deep inside her. Letting go of her breasts, he leaned back, quickening his pace even more. He slammed into her, grabbing her by the hips, as their loud moans filled the room. Helen tossed her head back, overwhelmed by the feel of his throbbing cock in her pussy, as Marcus plunged into her harder. She screamed in pleasure, as her second orgasm crashed over her, making her body clench and shake violently. In a matter of seconds, he pulled out. He gripped his cock and jerked it fast, his fingers getting drenched with her warm, sticky juices, his groans resounding through the room, as he spurted his own juices over her back. Helen turned around, panting for breath, but desperate for one more of his hugs. However, she took him by surprise. Just when she put her arms around his back, Marcus tumbled onto the floor, unable to support their weight. She burst into sweet, hearty laughter, snuggling up against him, as he circled his left arm around her back. For a moment, Helen wanted to speak to him. Yet, this was not a time for words. She was content to hear his racing heart, as his chest rose up and down. Blissful to be in the arms of her hero, she savored every second of this moment, thanking fate for throwing him in her way…