Dark Love (The Two Sides of Me Book 3)

by Garcia, Amy

  “I’m counting on it, baby.” He winks. I melt. God I love this man.

  “Black Widow.” By Izzy Azalea featuring Rita Ora

  “You know, we have spent probably seventy-five percent of our relationship in bed.” I pull the duvet up over his beautiful dark skin noticing the stark difference between our completions.

  “I’d say more than seventy-five, more like ninety percent,” I say rounding the bed nearly tripping over Yes.

  “Oh! Hey there, little lady, watch it!”

  “Playful little rascals aren’t they?”

  “Yea, with you.” I snort. “I don’t think they even notice me anymore!”

  “Aww, feeling neglected?” I stand with my hands on my hips; still in my bikini I know he’s watching me intently.

  “Actually…” I tease and roll my lips in against each other, switching my gaze up and left trying not to laugh, but I can’t help it, a giggle escapes me.

  “You think you’re funny do you? Keep it up and I’ll fuck you until my stitches burst, lady.” My jaw drops to the floor, and I drop my arms from my hips in shock.

  “I cannot believe you just said that!”

  “No? Come over here and I’ll prove it.” I almost do when he looks across the bed at me through his thick eyelashes, smirking, daring me to give in. I step back until I’ve backed myself into the doorway between the bedroom and the bathroom, bumping into it clumsily he chuckles.

  “Thought so,” he continues to bait me, knowing I hate being unable to call him out on his challenge.

  “Stop. Damn it, Evan. I want you too but not enough to put your life in danger!” He’s not giving up on this, no matter what I say. Pulling the sheet back, he hits me with a look of pure lust before reaching into his boxers and pulling out his cock. Stroking it slowly, never breaking eye contact with me. I squirm and wrap my arms around my waist to hold myself back.

  “Mmmm, this could be you, baby, I would much rather it be you.” My lips part and I break eye contact to watch his hand pumping his silky hard length, I can’t help myself, he’s beautiful and so fucking sexy, I’m soaked and it’s not from my wet swimsuit.

  I take a long shaky breath and bite my lip hard before dragging my eyes away from his busy hand but not before he thrusts his hips up off the bed slightly his lips part, and his jaw tightens. He fucking moans for that little added effect, luring me a step in his direction before I grasp the last tiny fiber of willpower that I possess and turn briskly away from him. I run into the bathroom slamming the door and pressing my back against it. I feel my way along the wood and lock the door just in case. I can hear him laughing on the other side, fuck he’s so cruel! I stomp my foot and bend at the waist, hands on my thighs trying to slow my heart and calm my breathing. The combination of anger and desire is heady, what am I going to do now? I’m so fucking turned on, and he’s out there trying to drive me into a nut house!

  I’ve never had many light bulb moments, but something in me snaps, and I have an idea. Two can play the torture game. Smiling mischievously I take my phone from the pocket of my robe and tap until I find the video button, my turn to chuckle now. This bathroom isn’t anywhere near the size of the one upstairs, but there is still a cushioned bench against the wall, I drag it over to the tub and pile a stack of towels on top. I start the water and add some of the body wash Cecelia has stocked the bathroom with.

  Turning I consider the angle from which I’m going to shoot my video from. I can’t believe I’m doing this but he asked for it! First, I scroll through my iTunes music searching for just the right thing to play, oh yes yes! Black Widow by Izzy Azalea and Rita Ora! He wants me to kill him, this song couldn’t be more appropriate. I cue up the song before I prop my phone with a washcloth adjusting and tweaking it until the lens is lined up perfectly with the spot I intend on occupying in a moment.

  First a little strip tease, I press play, it’s hard to look sexy and sultry when I want to laugh so bad, but this is going to be epic, so I roll my neck and loosen up letting the music take over. It’s a claw foot tub, so I’m able to walk all the way around it. When I’m on the opposite side with my back to the camera I look over my shoulder and blow a kiss at my intended target before I drop my satin robe letting it slink down my arms and to the floor leaving me in my skimpy lilac bikini.

  Crossing my arms around my waist like you do when you're a kid trying to make it look like your making out with someone, I tap my hands on my own back to the clapping beat of the intro. I say a quick thank you mentally to my mother for forcing me to stick with gymnastics and dance all those years; I’m kind of looking forward to showing off some of my skills. I sway my hips keeping time with the lyrics and slide my hands out of the cameras view, pressing them between my legs and bending slightly at the waist before smoothing them around to my ass. I slip them under the edge of my bottoms and work them down slowly alternating my knees in a minor rhythmic bend. Ha! I’m doing it! He’s gonna flip!

  I let the excitement of the moment take hold, and it makes me brave. Bare from the waist down I return to standing and untie the strings to my top leisurely until it’s loose. I swing it around and out to the side before dropping it on the floor. Ok, do or die, I turn when Iggy sings “I’m gonna love ya!” and spread my legs and arms in an x and kick my foot out to drag it along the side of the tub seductively until I step in the water and continue to rotate my hips and slide my hands over my breasts and hips, fluffing and flipping my hair until the song ends. I finish by bending again, this time toward the camera and plump my breasts between the tops of my arms for maximum cleavage effect. I smile innocently before I submerge myself into the hot the sweet smelling bath.

  “Mmmm, feels soo good,” I say, my voice laced with desire. Now comes the good part. I wrap my hair in a knot on top of my head so he will have a clear view of my face when I come for him. Now it’s time to ignore the camera close my eyes and imagine it’s Evan’s hands on my breasts instead of mine, pinching and rolling my nipples until they’re stiff peaks standing just above the foam of the water. I don’t think he will be able to see below the edge of the tub, but my soft sighs and moans will be enough.

  My hand drifts under the water over my flat tummy, past my belly button, finally reaching my destination, I slide my fingers between the folds of my aching core. God, I wish it were him touching me, but in a way, he always is. The mind is much more powerful than the body; I only have to think of Evan and I come undone. The camera is a link of sorts, tethering us together; a video lasts forever after all. Circling my clit, occasionally dipping my fingers back into my center to drag the slickness forward and over my sensitive bundle of nerves again and again. I unconsciously arch my back, so responsive to my own touch. I have to abandon my breast with one hand and grip the edge of the tub for support.

  “Ahhh.” I’m not going to last long, with the vision of Evan pleasuring himself playing behind my closed lids. I brace my feet on either side of the faucet and mentally leave the planet.

  “Oh God Evan, Evan ahhh!” My body seizes up, and I’m momentarily paralyzed with ecstasy, but the afterglow is interrupted by Evan pounding on the bathroom door, shit! I sit straight up sloshing water all over the floor, that couldn’t have been worse timing; well, I guess maybe it could have been.

  “Mia! Are you ok?! What’s happening in there? Open this fucking door, now!” Looking straight into the lens of my phones camera I laugh before sinking under water to hide. Shit, he’s gonna kill me if I don’t open up! I hold my breath until my lungs burn and feel like they’re going to explode, even underwater his pounding sounds like he’s going to break down the door any second. Bursting to the surface feels like the rush I used to get when I was little, and I’d come up for air after diving into the deep end of the pool, desperate and frantic.

  “MIA!” Bang bang bang!

  “I’m ok, just a second; I’m in the bath, hold on!” He shouldn’t be getting so worked up, shit! I hop out and quickly press the video
button to stop filming and take a towel from the stack under it, wrap it around me and open the door dripping wet, sated and a little guilty. My outlandish enraged husband stands before me panting, sweat dripping from his forehead and a vein in his neck pulses and bulges, fuck!

  “I’m ok, I’m ok, I’m ok, it’s alright. Shush…shit, I can’t fucking get this right, I keep fucking up!” I curse myself shaking my head back and forth.

  “What?” His hands are all over me checking to see if I’m hurt. I brush them off. “I said I’m fine!”

  “Why were you yelling my name then? You sounded like…I thought you were…”

  “Coming?” His eyes bug out, and he’s suddenly still and quiet before he whispers

  “Yes, or in pain, I couldn’t tell.”

  “I was. Coming, not in pain.” Although having to do it alone in front of a camera was almost painful, my God I need him. “Lay down, I’ll be right back.” He doesn’t budge so I gently push against his chest encouraging him back to bed. “Just trust me, lie down and I’ll show you what I was up to, promise.”

  Turning his head to look at me suspiciously out of the corner of one eye I see something I don’t think I’ve ever seen before. He’s not sure what I’m thinking or what I’m doing. Have I always been so predictable that I made it easy for him? Interesting, that may be the key to keeping him on his toes and allowing me to have a secret or two. I file that away for later and open my eyes wide.

  “Go.” I say. His curiosity is peaked just enough to retreat back into bed while I go and grab my phone. Keeping my back to him I can feel his stare burning a hole through my back. I text the video to his phone and start to pat myself dry.

  “Don’t dry off, just come here,” he says in that voice, the one I haven’t heard for a long time, the commanding domineering voice. The one that made me fall in love with him. I bound across the room but reign in my enthusiasm and sit next to him dripping all over the sheets, my hair hanging in wet clumps, I’m a mess, I didn’t even get to bathe or wash my hair. “Now tell me what you’re up to, Mrs. Lawson. Right. Now.” he demands.

  “Check your text messages,” I say softly.

  “Why?”

  “Please, just do. And let me go pull a brush through my hair before it dries in such a mess that I can’t untangle it.”

  “You are acting very mysterious, lady.”

  “And you’ve been ornery and incorrigible,” I say hesitantly, sometimes it’s best not to push him too far but I really want him to watch the video alone. If I’m here it loses its effect.

  “All right, I’ll play your game, for now. But when I’ve seen whatever it is you want me to see I want you back in this bed with me, naked and glued to my side.”

  “But…”

  “No buts, we don’t have to make love, but I need to feel you, I need my wife.” The longing in his voice touches my heart as only he can do. Sighing deeply I agree and leave him alone knowing he’s going to be completely worked up. And he wants me to lay with him. Naked! We may have to make some careful compromises, his wound won’t endure full-on sex, not the way he and I go at it, it’s too dangerous. But we can’t go on like this; we’re driving each other crazy!

  The longer I spend in here yanking through my hair the more my anxiety builds. I’ve closed the bathroom door again, not locking it this time though. It’s humid and oppressive in here; I need a good long breath of cool air, or I’m going to pass out. Why am I even bothering with this clump of curls? I wind my hair into a thick twist and secure it back with a hair tie, good enough. I’m worried about his reaction to the video when I was doing it I thought it was an awesome idea but the longer I wait, the more I begin to regret it.

  Sitting on the closed toilet still only in my robe I bounce my knee up and down nervously. I can’t imagine how he’s going to react; he’s probably busting a stitch right now. That’s it, I’m going out there, and I can’t take the waiting. I jump up and fling the door open forgetting to hold my damn robe together in the front, and it gapes open widely.

  Evan is lying in the nest of pillows I arranged for him, knees bent with the phone balancing on top of them. He looks surprised; did he think I’d stay in there forever? Yea probably. We stare at each other frozen, my heart accelerating, reacting to the hunger set on his face his smoldering lazy eyes, his chiseled chest rising and falling with every shallow quick breath and the way his lips part ever so slightly. The long row of staples on his scalp are invisible right now and the absence of his beautiful thick hair doesn’t faze me in the least, his presence has always outweighed his looks, and that’s saying a whole hell of a lot!

  We stay motionless, suspended in time for what feels like forever before he breaks the tension removing the phone from his knees where he propped it after watching my strip tease mini porn video. Placing it on the bedside table he lifts the comforter motioning for me to join him. I cock my head to the side with worry and hiss through my teeth before speaking.

  “Are you sure? I mean you want me to….?”

  “Shhsh, yes I want you. Here. Now.” I surrender, I give up, forfeit whatever I can’t resist him anymore, and I step to his side. As I do, he points his finger at my robe and then to the floor. Damn it! He’s not going to make this easy, and I wonder what paybacks are going to be like? He started it though, with his little show in the bed! I should have been mature and left it alone, but that’s not in my nature.

  My robe slips to the floor when I reach him, and he scoots himself over just enough to make a spot near the edge for me, not on my side. I feel a frown pucker between my brows but he’s not messing around, the air is thick with his unspoken command and I slide in next to him trying like hell to keep an inch or two between us but he pulls me tight against his warm solid body. In a stealth fluid move, he grips my wrist, and I feel cold metal clanking against the cuff bracelet he demands I wear at all times and I hear a click and grind.

  Wha…?” I lift my arm to see handcuffs linking us together! I look at Evan in shock only to see him smiling at me insanely, so fucking smug!

  “What the fuck?!” I screech

  “You keep leaving me, so…” he shrugs nonchalantly.

  “Where did you? Why do you?” I can’t seem to finish a sentence. I’m so flustered!

  “Relax baby, it’s just a little insurance for me. I know you can’t slip out of bed and get away from me now, it will be fun.” He smirks and winks at me, and if I weren’t so perturbed I’d be turned on. Ah hell, who am I kidding? I am strangely turned on.

  “You have handcuffs?”

  “Obviously.” Ahhh! I shake my arm clattering the metals against each other again.

  “Take. Them. Off.” I demand

  “Nope.” Damn it! His casual attitude is pissing me off! I try to sit up, but it’s difficult with our arms attached. “Mia.” He says with added authority that makes me pause my resistance.

  I think I’m hyperventilating, I can’t catch my breath. “You are with me. There is nothing to be afraid of. Take a deep breath and think of it this way, you are connected to me in marriage, and now you are just connected to me physically as well.”

  I take a deep, shaky breath in and blow it out, he’s right, it’s just the panic of being restrained, it’s messing with my head.

  “Come here.” He pulls me against his chest, and my leg instinctively bends to find its spot on top of his thigh, our hands lay linked together on his chest. A shiver runs from the back of my neck to that place low in my belly that quivers with need for him.

  “Are you cold? I can’t reach the blanket without you.” It’s not the chill in the air that’s bothering me; it’s him.

  “You should have thought of that before you handcuffed us together!” A chuckle rolls deep in his chest.

  “Just move with me. It’s all about teamwork, baby.” I roll my eyes and lift my arm with his so he can grab the duvet and toss it over both of us.

  “What about your medicine? I have to
be able to get it for you.” I think I’ve brought up a valid point, but he shoots me down immediately.

  “Got it covered. Cecelia will come in when it’s due and give me what I need.” I don’t like that one bit.

  “I’m your wife, not to mention a nurse. I think it’s my duty to take care of you and make sure you have the correct meds and dosages.” I pout

  “Nice try. The only duty you have is to be right here next to me, at my beck and call, every single second.”

  “Oh for Christ sake, Evan!”

  “Hey, don’t use the Lord's name in vein, lady.” He has nerve!

  “You’re a pig.” I huff.

  “Oink,” he says all blasé, and I lose it, all the nerves and tension collide and I burst out laughing hysterically. He oinked! The fierce threatening billionaire mogul Evan Lawson just oinked at me! He waits me out, allowing me to laugh myself silly.

  “Are you about finished, Mrs. Lawson?” I’m trying to catch my breath, it probably wasn’t that funny, but sometimes laughter is the way stress escapes me.

  “Yes, I think so.” I sputter and snort one last time.

  “You are easily amused, my love.” That’s an understatement.

  “My dad used to say that when I was little.”

  “Well then it must be true, your father is a very smart man.” He cuddles me a little closer and I try to run my hand across his chest and discover it’s strange, but in a way comforting to know he’s stuck to me, even if it is only temporarily. God, I hope he means this to be temporary; he’s crazy enough to consider this a permanent arrangement.

  “So?” I ask unable to wait any longer to find out what he thinks of the text I sent to him.

  “So what?” he toys with me, I can feel him smiling against my forehead.

  “You know…”

  “What? Your little video tease?” Now I smile against his chest.

  “Yes.”

  “What about it?” he's trying to make me squirm but I’m not falling for it.