Filthy Desires: A Romantic Suspense Collection

by Parker, Kylie

  “I want you to fuck me from me behind.” She said in a husky tone, pulling his massive cock out of her mouth. Thrilled by the idea, he gave her a cunning smile and hurriedly sat up. He waited for her to crawl up the bed and then he crawled down the bed on his hands and knees. Bruce turned his body to the left and sat up. Positioning himself behind her, he looked down at her ass, as he grabbed his cock with his right hand. He led it to her entrance, placing his left hand on her hip. Melissa’s pussy was so wet from their previous encounter that his cock glided effortlessly into her depths.

  “God, it’s so big… So wet.” She moaned, tilting her head almost all the way back.

  “You took really good care of it, baby.” Bruce said, his voice riddled with passion. He put his right hand on her other hip, as his manhood reached her outer rim. Feeling her moisture on his thick shaft, he began to thrust her fast and hard, right from the start. Melissa’s worship on his manhood had driven him crazy with lust. Staring down at her butt cheeks, as they wobbled with each of his thrusts, he slid both hands down her hips. Bruce kneaded her juicy ass, as small drops of sweat were flowing down his chiseled abs. Loving her loud moans of pleasure, as they echoed in her bedroom, he took his hands off of her ass. A deeper groan escaped her, as he slapped her butt cheeks. Melissa looked up at him, over her right shoulder.

  “Faster, baby.” She urged, her voice low and husky. Her words sent him into a frenzy. Bruce spread her butt cheeks and quickened his pace, making her feel every inch of his large, throbbing cock in her soaking wet pussy. He grabbed and held onto her ass, as his big, heavy balls were slapping against it. Their moans were so loud that they were echoing in the corridor that led to her bedroom. Moving his gaze up her body, he saw drops of sweat dripping down her back, catching a glimpse of her breasts, as they swayed back and forth. His pulsing cock in her pussy, made Melissa shiver in spasms of orgasmic pleasure. Overwhelmed by the sensation of her hot juices on his shaft, Bruce would not pull out. He exploded into orgasm deep inside her, his manly groans audible over hers. Exhausted and gasping for breath, he tumbled into bed next to her. Melissa lay on her chest, turned her head to the left and faced him, panting as well.

  “Did you like it?” She asked.

  “Like it?” He laughed, running his right hand up her back. “I loved it. I love you.”

  “I love you too, baby.” She purred, snuggling up to him.

  “Quick question.” He gasped. “Why didn’t you let me carry you upstairs? I thought women liked that.”

  “We do.” She admitted. “But we’d probably end up doing it on the stairs. And they’re not very comfortable, are they?”

  “No.” He chuckled. “You and I in Boston. Who would have thought? You’re going to love it, Melissa.”

  “I know.” She whispered. It was at that moment that Bruce saw the happiest look in his beloved Melissa’s eyes. They seemed to glow, like two tiny diamonds in the pale moonlight light that was coming through her window, making his heart flutter. He tilted his head towards her. Their lips joined in their softest kiss so far, filled with the endless love that they had for each other.

  Melissa had stolen his heart, ever since the moment that he saw her outside his hotel. Their relationship had to end fast, but he was too in love for her to let her go. He went back for her. In a stunning turn of events, she lost her father. Her distrust pushed him away, but, not allowing his ego to stand in the way of his happiness, Bruce gave their relationship another chance. He was looking forward to a life with her in his birthplace, dreaming of the things that they would share, good or bad. Life is full of hardships, but Bruce was prepared to face any obstacles along the way, as long as they were together…

  Stolen Hearts: A Secret Mountain Man Romance

  1

  Tim Shaw did not know pain or fear. Raised in foster families since the tender age of six, he always had to fend for himself. And that’s precisely what he would have to do once more, should the court find him guilty. 30-year old Tim had been a skilled burglar for more than seven years and had avoided being arrested. In a bad twist of fate, however, he fell into a trench, as he made his way out of the last house he had broken into, a luxurious mansion in Southampton.

  The police had found expensive jewelry in his possession, along with more than fifty thousand dollars in cash. He and his sister Caitlin expected the worst. More than likely, Tim would serve a long prison sentence. But, it was one of the few times in his life that he would actually get lucky: the court-ordered parole sounded like music to Caitlin’s ears, while Tim remained expressionless, as the judge announced the conditions of his parole. Of course, he liked the fact that he would stay out of prison, but the verdict also meant that he had to find a real job; for Tim, this was worse than being incarcerated. By no means was he lazy; however, he knew that he would have to get by on minimum wage, and in his mind, this was a much greater punishment.

  Caitlin managed to find him a decent job as a security guard through Paul Jitter, her college biology professor at a research facility in Green Mountain National Forest, Vermont. At first, Tim didn’t even want to hear about it, but he changed his mind, when Caitlin informed him that the facility was massive and that he could stay in the basement, rent-free, along with the rest of his colleagues. Living in the wild had always appealed to him. The New York City native would have to become a mountain man, but he would be close to his favorite beast: the grey wolf.

  As a rookie security officer, Tim was introduced to the head of the facility, Paul Jitter and his fiancée, Dr. Josephine Taylor. Straight away, he thought there was something amiss. She was very pretty and young enough to be his daughter. In fact, the 5’7”, slender brunette was two years younger than Tim himself.

  “What did she see in him?” This simple question popped into his mind, as he laid his eyes on her. However, Tim did not pay much attention to it. His experience with women had taught him that they were much more complex than men. It could be a number of things and he would not speculate. The idea of a man in his early sixties marrying a 28-year old felt unnatural, but he had to focus on learning the ropes in his new job. It was not complicated; he only had to check a number of areas every few minutes, day or night. Tim discovered that it would be rather boring and uneventful. The test subjects that intrigued him the most were located in labs, locked up in cages: many different animal species, but mainly chimpanzees, the subjects of Dr. Taylor’s research.

  At the end of his first shift, on a cold, snowy, late-February night, as Tim was making his way towards the stairs that led to the basement, his ears picked up the sound of a loud, wolf’s howl. He stopped just before the top landing and looked outside through the glass. The dim sidelight and the heavy snowfall did not make seeing anything easy. Still, he was able to catch a glimpse of a big, grey wolf a few feet away from the barbed wire fence. Their gazes met just before the beast was joined by two, smaller, black wolves. But then another sound drew their attention: a loud cry of agonizing pain. Almost simultaneously, the wolves turned their heads to the left and ran hurriedly towards the sound. Curious about the origin of the sound, Tim flipped around and sprinted across the massive hall. He couldn’t wait for the power doors to slide open sideways; he was so impatient that he banged his hand against the panels of the first and the second door that he came across.

  The freezing cold wind hit him in the face, as he stepped outside. His visibility was quite poor; Tim could barely make out the parking lot that began only a few yards to the left. It was almost empty, but there was someone lying on the snow, almost in the middle of the lot. Much to his disappointment though, the wolves got there before him. The grey wolf had already snapped his jaws shut over the unknown man’s throat. He was twitching and had put both hands on the animal’s snout and was trying to push him back, but was failing miserably.

  “Hey!” Tim cried, his stentorian voice echoing in the wilderness. The two black wolves quickly fled in the direction from which they had come and the grey wolf quickly followed their
actions. Tim rushed towards the wounded man, pulling a flashlight out of his coat pocket. As he approached the man, however, Tim realized that he was not moving anymore. He dropped to his knees beside him, pointing his flashlight at his face. It was none other than Paul Jitter. His eyes were closed, his grey hair was covered in snow and his blood had soaked the snow underneath his head. Tim would not lay a hand on his bloody throat. Instead, he grabbed Paul’s right wrist and placed his thumb and third finger on the inside of the wrist below the thumb. The unfortunate man had no pulse. Then, Tim let go of his wrist and put his right palm on his chest. His heart had stopped.

  “Tim!” His colleague Tina’s squeaky voice filled the air, as she ran towards the scene. “Tim, what happened?”

  “He’s dead,” he croaked, slowly standing to his imposing, 6’2” height.

  “Oh, my God!” she whispered, as she pointed her own flashlight at the face of the man on the ground. “Tim, that’s our boss!”

  At that moment, the sound of sirens tore through the night. Tim gazed into the horizon, completely ignoring Tina’s continuous requests to elaborate on what he had witnessed, deep down knowing he was in trouble. The police would definitely run a background check on him and he would soon become their number one suspect. They didn’t have to prosecute him; should he be arrested, he would go to jail automatically, because an arrest would violate the terms of his parole.

  “Good luck getting out of this one. Damn… I’ve only been here a couple of days and somebody’s dead. Who wanted you dead, old man? What did you do?”

  2

  “… Convicted of burglary; suspected to have committed dozens more. That’s pretty impressive, Mr. Shaw. Tough luck with that trench, though. You didn’t see it, did you?” Detective Brady’s hoarse voice and his sarcastic smile would probably trigger a furious reaction from Tim on any other day. But he had been in that same spot recently. He had a very good idea about the mind games that cops liked to play from time to time to break a suspect down: bad jokes, in a poorly lit, wet interrogation room, were only one of them.

  “What do you want?” Tim murmured, staring down at his hands, avoiding making eye contact with the Detective.

  “You didn’t move up from burglar to killer, did you?” The detective wondered. “I mean, breaking and entering is one thing. But killing someone in cold blood? Man, that’s a whole new ball game. What happened out there, Timmy? Did he say anything to…” he paused, “piss you off?”

  “My name is Tim,” he grumbled, forcing his gaze up to meet Brady’s. “I barely knew the guy. He gave me a job. Why would I want to kill him?”

  “I don’t know.” The cop shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe you like his fiancé: can’t blame you there. She’s hot.”

  “Do you even know how he died?” Frustration was lingering in Tim’s voice. “I saw a wolf trying to suffocate him.”

  “That’s more like it!” Brady smirked. “See? I knew it you knew more. No, we don’t. Now, what did you see?”

  “Nothing,” Tim shook his head sideways. “I just heard something. The old man was in pain. By the time I got there, he was already dying.”

  “Well, we haven’t determined the cause of death yet. The autopsy has not yet been completed,” Brady stated. “You said you didn’t know the guy that well. I get it; you just started working there. Did you notice anything suspicious? Anything you remember might help us solve the case.”

  “Now, where did the ‘bad cop’ go?” It was Tim’s turn to get sarcastic. “A minute ago, you thought I’d killed that guy. Now, you’re asking for my help.”

  “Don’t test my patience, Shaw.” The cop put a little force into his voice. “I can say you resisted arrest. You know what follows after that.”

  “Right,” Tim said with a nod. “The only thing suspicious to me is that his fiancé was too young for him. It’s a pretty quiet place. The people have been nice to me.”

  “What can you tell me about Ms. Taylor” asked the Detective, posing one more question.

  “I met her yesterday, and I saw her this morning,” Tim stated attempting to keep his tone level. “She spends a lot of time in her lab.”

  “What do you think of her?” Brady went on.

  “She’s just another ‘good girl’.” Tim said with a faint smile on his face.

  “Careful,” Brady urged. “If it turns out he was murdered, she’ll become our number one suspect. Are you sure?”

  “I can’t be sure about anybody I’ve just met,” Tim stated. “You should ask someone who’s known her longer than me.”

  “Any unsatisfied employees? Did any of your colleagues have a beef with him? Did he pay them on time?” Brady inquired.

  “I haven’t heard any complaints,” Tim replied. “To me, he was just a regular, nice guy. The pay sucks; it’s just minimum wage, but that’s everywhere these days.”

  “You can say that again,” the Detective hummed.

  At that point, Caitlin stormed into the interrogation room, followed by a young, male officer in uniform.

  “Ms. Shaw, you’re not allowed in here!” He yelled. “I’m really sorry, sir,” he continued, rolling his gaze down and to the left to meet Brady’s.

  “What the hell is this?” she demanded, her voice filled with frustration and anger. “Is my brother under arrest?”

  “I was just asking him a few que…”

  “Charge him or release him,” Caitlin commanded, interrupting him. “Come on, Tim. Let’s get out of here. You people are really something, you know that? You don’t even know if the guy was murdered and yet here you are interrogating the only guy with a rap sheet.”

  “Don’t leave town, Shaw,” Brady said, as Tim rose from his seat.

  “I live in the damn place,” Tim muttered.

  “I came here as soon as I heard,” Caitlin spoke, as the two siblings walked alongside each other, down the narrow corridor that led downstairs. “Josephine is devastated.”

  “How well did you know the professor, sis?” He lowered his voice and let a hint of mischief punctuate his words.

  “What are you trying to say?” She answered his question with a question.

  “Come on, Caitlin,” Tim smirked. “Did Jitter have any bad habits? Like, I don’t know, drinking, drugs, gambling?”

  “None that I know of,” she assured. “Why?”

  “Because there were three wolves getting ready to just about tear him apart,” he explained. “Wolves don’t go after the healthy. They prey on the weak. He was murdered.”

  “How can you be so sure?” Caitlin asked.

  “He was already down when I saw him. The wolf finished him off, but he would have died, anyway,” Tim said what was on his mind.

  “Anyway, you can’t go back to the facility,” she announced. “That place is crawling with cops. We’re going to a hotel.”

  “Don’t change the subject, darling,” Tim wouldn’t let up. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

  “Alright!” Caitlin exclaimed, turning to him as they reached the ground floor. She threw a few frightened, furtive glances around her before addressing him again.

  “Rumor has it that Burt Maddox was going to pull the plug on funding his research.”

  “Whoa!” Tim gave a short laugh. “Take away his job and kill him? It’s farfetched; why would he do that?”

  “Maddox built the entire compound and invested more than six million into this research, but the results haven’t been great so far,” Caitlin replied. “I don’t know any more details. Jitter didn’t want to talk to about it.”

  “Great. More riddles. Maddox having the old man killed? That doesn’t make any sense. I think I’m going to have to pay Joey a visit. I’m sure she knows a hell of a lot more.”

  3

  Paul Jitter’s funeral was held the morning after the police finally released it from their autopsy unit. They had kept it for almost one week, and Josephine was indeed very distraught. Surrounded by more than three hundred people, she
kept crying throughout the memorial service. Despite her obvious and profound pain, she remained dignified and did not suffer an emotional meltdown. Instead, she went on to thank everybody individually for attending her fiancé’s funeral.

  The research facility had stayed closed for one week, but the day following the funeral was an entirely different matter. Her staff showed up early for work, much to Tim’s astonishment. But that was not the only thing that surprised him that morning. Just a few minutes afterwards, as he patrolled the east side of the compound, the sound of a whirring helicopter forced him to gaze up at the clouded sky. A spark of curiosity grew within him. Tim had to see for himself who it was.

  His question was answered, when a gorgeous, young blonde got out of the red and white helicopter, accompanied by Josephine. She looked up at him, as she and Josephine approached the roof door, but the biologist did not even glance at him. She preferred to ignore and pass him by, as she talked to the blonde. Apparently, Josephine believed that introducing a security guard to her VIP guest was unnecessary. Tim smiled bitterly to himself, as they entered the elevator. He had wasted enough time and decided not to succumb to curiosity again, while he worked there.

  As he inspected the barbed wire on the fence on the east side though, he heard a high-pitched, feminine voice from the loudspeaker:

  “Mr. Shaw, Dr. Taylor would like to see you.”

  “What does the princess want?” He thought to himself, unwilling to oblige. However, Tim had to comply and a break from working in the freezing cold was more than welcome. He found the two women in Josephine’s spacious lab. There were four sizeable chimpanzees, each one in their own cage on the far wall of the room and multiple computer monitors across from them. In the middle, there was a large, wide counter with three, big, expensive microscopes.