Captive Bride: A Dark Obsession Romance

by Dark Angel

  “I brought you a drink, baby,” I say.

  She smiles at me, perfectly comfortable in her nudity.

  I finally feel like I can relax. She’s mine, and we’re going to get out of here and be free.

  “Thanks, Tristan. I really needed this.”

  I hand her the crystal glass, and she takes a long and thorough drink.

  I watch her.

  I always watch Isobel.

  Then, I take her into my arms and drag her to the bed.

  “Tristan,” she says, and tears form in her eyes.

  “It’s okay, baby. It’s over now. The war is won. You’re safe.”

  “Am I?” She looks at me with a worried expression. “Or will I always be on the run from them, the Capulets, my father?”

  I hold her for a long time, wishing there was something to say to reassure her.

  “We’re moving, Isobel. We’re going to Vienna, and none of your relatives will think to look there. We’ll be undercover and happy.”

  She looks up at me, her eyes shining. “You really think so?”

  “I know so, baby. Merc and Benny are working on it right now. They’ll figure it out. They always do. No loose ends, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  I push her gently back on the bed, my naked princess. Then I undress and claim my territory between her thighs.

  Her breathing is ragged, and she prepares herself for what I’m about to do.

  I slip a finger, then two, into her wet pussy, and she breathes more rapidly.

  I watch her beautiful tits rise as she arches her back, trying to contain what I’m doing to her.

  I kiss and lick her clit while fingering her G-spot.

  “Come for me, Isobel. I want to know how badly you desire me.”

  “Of course, I do Tristan. You’re my everything.”

  I pull up and kiss her. I need to fuck her and taste her and make her scream my name.

  I kiss her hard and finger her until she moans my name. My mouth muffles her cries as I start to claim her in every way.

  “You’re mine, Isobel. Say it.”

  “Yes, Tristan. Oh, fuck. Yes, I’m yours.”

  “That’s my girl.”

  I pull my fingers out of her soaking wet pussy and plunge my cock in.

  She cries my name, says how much she wants it, and then she’s coming so hard around my cock that I can feel her pussy pulsing.

  I’m blinded by love.

  I see nothing but her.

  I plunge into her deeply and know that she is my diamond, an eternal crevasse of love and desire that I never want to relinquish.

  I’m lost in her.

  She’s lost in me.

  And then I take her deeply, harder than ever before.

  Our bodies mesh together.

  She’s coming a thousand times.

  And I let her unleash around me.

  And we fuck into the night.

  This is my new life.

  She’s my forever.

  41

  Isobel

  Pulsations of pleasure threaten to overtake me.

  My body’s quaking and coming around him.

  “I love you, Tristan. Oh, fuck, I love you so much.”

  “Me too, baby.”

  He plunges into me so deeply I feel full and whole. The lines of where he begins and where I end are blurred.

  He’s pushing into me deeper than ever. Every time with Tristan is like a new time. The first time.

  He explores previously unknown depths inside me and forces me to succumb to him in ways I never imagined existed.

  I find myself falling and falling into his embrace. I never want to let him go. I never want to be free from this, my ultimate union with him.

  And I know he’ll never let me.

  Tristan is, in a word, possessive, and I guess something about that makes me feel like I can trust him. I know he has his sights continually set on me, and he has my best interests at heart.

  We’ve been fucking on and off throughout the night.

  “Baby,” he whispers. “You’re so beautiful.”

  He’s looking at me with an expression of awe on his face. I know we both can’t believe this happiness is real.

  We were so close to death, to losing each other that this feels like celebratory sex. We escaped death together, and now our real life can begin.

  This is the first night of many we will spend together, and that elates me.

  It’s crazy because just a little while ago, I was under threat from the Governor, and I thought I was going to die for sure.

  I thought there would be no more Tristan and no more me.

  But as I feel his large cock sliding in and out of me, I know nothing could be further from the truth.

  He literally saved me. And the funny thing is, he also taught me how to save myself.

  All at once he’s coming, and I’m coming, and we’re both reaching the heights of ecstasy together.

  “Oh, fuck, my beautiful little slut. You’re so tight,” he says as he pumps and shoots his seed into me.

  He gasps out the words, and I suck in a breath, trying to ride the wave of my own impending orgasm.

  The thought of Tristan’s cum inside me sets me off into an array of pleasurable waves. My climax rolls one after another.

  “Yes, Tristan, oh my god. It feels so fucking good.”

  With Tristan, it’s like this every time. He makes me come so hard over and over again. Only then is he sated.

  He pumps into me, making sure every last drop of his essence is inside. My head is spinning. My world seems right, and I know this is just the beginning of our future together.

  He falls down next to me on the bed and is breathing heavily. I lie back and try to catch my breath.

  “Drink?” he says, offering me a bottle of whiskey.

  I take it and knock down a steady hit of the harsh liquid. I give it back to him and he drinks, and then I kiss him.

  He tastes like whiskey and sex and—Tristan.

  I roll to my side and trace circles on his chest with my finger. His strong, chiseled chest never fails to excite me and to remind me I’m with a strong man, my dream man.

  I remember the days that now seem so far off when I fantasized about this moment. I had wanted to meet my soul mate, and now I have.

  I lay my head back down on the pillow and look over at him. His profile looks handsome against the light of the moon that’s streaming in through the window.

  My man.

  My happiness.

  “Tristan, I just can’t believe this is real. I can’t believe we’re actually safe.”

  He turns to look at me, and I’m transfixed, as usual, by his emerald green eyes. They’re clear and bright, like the potential of our future is also shining, lighting him up.

  “Believe it, baby. This is just the beginning for us. I’m gonna keep you so fucking safe from the world and from everybody.”

  “Tristan, you know I’ve been kept in a prison my entire life. Promise me that won’t happen again. You can’t be my new jailer.”

  He takes my face in one of his broad hands and looks at me searchingly.

  “Don’t you know yet, Isobel, that I would give you the whole world? You’re my princess. You want to be free? Be free. But I will keep you safe.”

  I nuzzle into his chest and breathe lightly, feeling as though the weight of the world has finally been lifted from my shoulders.

  I sigh back into the sheets and think about how lucky and excited I am. Walking through this darkness has been totally worth it because it meant getting to the other side and sharing my life with Tristan.

  “Isobel, what you think about going to Vienna?” he asks.

  “Vienna? I mean, I never really thought about it. But Vienna? Yes. Definitely.”

  “Good. Because I’ve got a place there, a mansion, and Vienna will be the perfect place for us to start a new life.”

  “That sounds nice,” I say sleepily.

 
“You understand this war between the Capulets and the Montagues is centuries old, and it will continue. You know this, right?’

  “Yes, Tristan,” I say the words but care not for their meaning.

  I know the battle lines between our families had been drawn a long time ago. I know the feuding will continue.

  “The Governor is dead, Isobel, but your father isn’t. We have to make it look like you died in the crossfire. That’s the only way to get away from him. Otherwise, he’ll search the ends of the earth to find you.”

  “Okay, Tristan. Whatever you think is best.”

  A heavy sleep is starting to encumber my entire being. I feel him there—him, my man, and I feel like the worst is behind us.

  I can dream of a better world and a better life.

  I sleep, and I dream.

  It’s finally happening. My happiness.

  And, at last, I am content.

  42

  Isobel

  The force of the wind that hits my hair is astonishing.

  Tristan’s had it all arranged.

  We’re leaving this place, and I can’t wait to be free.

  The helicopter landed on top of his building, Montague headquarters, and I think I can safely say this is the last time I’ll ever be here.

  He has promised me my great escape.

  I spoke to him about wanting to be free during our first conversation, that fateful meeting in the darkened hallway when I was escaping from the Governor.

  Little did I know then that sharing a bottle of champagne with this hot mystery stranger would lead me here.

  Tristan Montague.

  He swept into my life, and from the second he did, I knew I was in love with him. It’s a deep and intense kind of love, one that you can’t ever escape from but which keeps your heart firmly in the game of life.

  It’s the kind of love that makes you want to hold on and to cherish every moment.

  I cherish him; I really do.

  “You ready to say goodbye, Isobel?” Tristan asks me as we climb into the sleek black aircraft.

  “I am. I’m ready to be with you, Tristan and to never look back.”

  He holds my hand and flashes me the smile that leaves me weak in the knees.

  The helicopter rises in the air, and I wave goodbye to Merc and Benny who are meeting us later.

  As we rise, I see the lights of the city, and they look stunning. They twinkle like stars against the black sky. We make our escape under the cover of night just in case there are people still looking for us.

  I’d like to say I feel sad about leaving, but I don’t. I’ll gladly say goodbye to this place to be with Tristan.

  I feel absolutely liberated leaving the city that’s been my prison for so long.

  And I have Tristan to thank for taking me away.

  The helicopter cuts through the sky, over the tall buildings, and I look out the window in astonishment that it can all be so big and magnificent.

  From my vantage point in my father’s building, everything had seemed so small. My life was small, confined to the walls of the building and my apartment.

  I never dreamed I could be up here, flying so high and riding away from everything that has kept me down.

  Tristan holds my hand tightly as I look out at everything I’ve ever known. And inside, I’m saying goodbye.

  I’m saying goodbye to the Capulet princess that I once was because, through Tristan, I have become an empowered warrior.

  I still keep the dagger hidden in my thigh-high boots. And I probably will do so for all time.

  I like knowing that I can protect myself. But I also like knowing that my man protects me.

  Tristan will always keep me safe from the world because I’m his. And in tender moments when it’s just him and me, I know that this man will never allow me to get hurt.

  My only downfall would be if I were to run away from him. But I’ve learned never to shut him out.

  When I let him inside my heart, things had turned out a lot better for me. He wants to be there, and so I let him.

  I had thought myself so vulnerable until I met Tristan. He made me find my inner strength. He helped me find myself.

  In his presence, I feel like I can be my true self, and all those inauthentic layers crumble away. He’s made me strong, and he’s made me believe that life is worth living.

  I’m special in his eyes, and that reassurance gives me a profound strength that I can’t quite describe.

  “Are you sad to see it go?” he asks me.

  I look at him and say honestly, “Not one bit. I couldn’t be happier, Tristan. I’m excited about where we’re going and excited about our new life.”

  Goodbye, city.

  Goodbye, captivity.

  Goodbye, Capulets.

  And goodbye to my past.

  I am no longer the person I once was, and I refuse to look back on anything. Sure, Theo’s still there ever-present in my heart. But I know the costs of war between our feuding families were many.

  Now I’m heading toward freedom. And safety.

  I feel Tristan beside me, supporting me in every way, and I know it can’t get much better than this.

  Sure, he’s promised me a mansion, a new life, and everything, but all I really want is him.

  “Here we go, on our way to Vienna,” Tristan says. “Baby, I’m gonna show you the whole fucking world.”

  I smile at him, and I know that he means it. Tristan probably will show me the entire world. I know he feels like we have a lifetime of memories to make.

  And so, I relax into the leather seats, look out at the city that is soon becoming a distant memory, and I embrace the new me.

  Maybe Fate had brought Tristan and me together to redefine enemy lines.

  Or maybe it was an accident.

  True love is hard to find, I’ve heard.

  But I’ve always dreamed about it.

  And I never stopped believing in him.

  He’s that man that’s been in my heart for as long as I can remember.

  And he burns there today as brightly as ever.

  I just have to remember that I knew all along he would come find me. And I’ve finally found my escape in him.

  43

  Isobel

  The city looks old and ancient, as though a thousand stories have been born here over centuries past. It’s a stark contrast to my life in the city.

  I breathe in the air from the terrace of our mansion. It’s centrally located but far enough away to give me some space. Tristan’s very cognizant of the fact that I need air and room to breathe because I was kept inside a high-rise for most of my life.

  In keeping me prisoner, my parents achieved the wrong outcome. Instead of guarding me and shielding me from life, I went the other way. I delved into the darkest night and came out the other side.

  Now I know my strength, a thing my father probably never counted on. If they had loved me in any real way, just a little bit, I might’ve stayed, or they might’ve been with me now, the day of my wedding.

  “You look beautiful, Baby, like something out of a magazine.”

  I turn around with a smile on my face.

  “Thelma!” I fling my arms around her. “You’re here! And just in time.”

  “Just landed. You think I would ever miss your wedding day?”

  She looks chic as usual in a stunning black Gucci women’s tuxedo. It hugs her curves and makes her look fierce. But she’s wearing red pumps, too, but Thelma can pull off.

  “I’m so glad you made it. I just can’t believe it’s happening—and with someone I love, no less.”

  I turn to look at my reflection in the mirror. I really do look and feel like a bride. It’s funny how a dress can do that—transform you from an ordinary person into a special one.

  “Yeah, Baby. You came very close to marrying the Governor.”

  I shudder, thinking about it even now.

  “So, you’re gonna live here with me now, right?”

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bsp; She smiles and says, “Of course! Tristan would have it no other way.”

  My heart flutters to think of him and of how he always puts my happiness first.

  These months in Vienna have been a dream, an absolute dream. Tristan seems relaxed and more like himself.

  Merc and Benny come to visit as often as they can, considering they’re still in charge of keeping things running smoothly back in the city and making sure my father is kept in the dark as to where I am.

  As far as he knows, I’m dead, killed in the crossfire.

  Tristan has promised that I’ll never have to go back. I really am living a new life, my dream life, in the arms of this one man.

  And today’s the day, my wedding day, when we’re going to make our vows and commit to each other eternally.

  Nothing could make me happier.

  The wedding is not an elaborate affair. I wanted something small, in the backyard of the mansion. There are fountains and swans in the gardens back there, and I couldn’t think of a more ideal location.

  “Well, Baby, are you ready?” Thelma asks.

  I look at her honestly and say, “I really am. I’m ready for my future. Nothing can hold me back from this man.”

  “Good, because he’s waiting for you.”

  I check my reflection one final time, then I think of him and how big this moment is before letting Thelma lead me to the backyard.

  People are playing harps in the garden, and the sun is shining. Benny and Merc are there and so are the few friends we’ve made in Vienna so far.

  I look down at my feet, not wanting to miss a step and as soon as I look up, I lock eyes with him. In that moment, the heat rises within my belly. Electricity and sparks fly between us just like they did the very first time we met.

  I will never get tired of or jaded by Tristan. I will never be complacent with him. Every moment with him is like a new day.

  And I savor the fact that we are still so in love after all these months.

  It’s a dream I’ve had my entire life, and it’s finally coming true. With each day, our love transcends the last, and it grows even deeper. It’s not stagnant at all.