by Stella Noir
The airplane engines started up as we approached the stairs and both men pushed me up ahead. I heard footsteps clanging up the metal steps behind me but I stopped and turned when I heard another gunshot. The driver had been hit and was on his knees at the bottom of the stairs and Mario was leaning out of the limo on the passenger’s side.
“Keep going!” Adrian yelled up to me then turned and fired a shot at Mario who immediately went down.
“Adrian!” I yelled as I watched another limo pull up. “No!” I screamed as Adrian’s father got out, his gun already in his hand. I turned and ran up to the top of the stairs then ducked inside the plane.
“We’re leaving now! Tell the pilot to taxi to the airstrip in ten seconds!” I heard Adrian yell to the stewardess standing next to me at the top of the stairs. He grabbed the driver and practically carried him up the stairs and into the airplane.
Adrian’s father got to the stairs just as they started to lift up into the air, so, he ran alongside the plane, shooting into the open doorway as we picked up speed and headed toward the airstrip. Adrian grabbed me and pulled me around a corner into the galley as multiple shots were fired at the plane, but nothing vital was hit and within seconds the airstair hatch closed and the plane picked up speed.
“We’d better sit down,” Adrian said as he looked down at me and pulled me over to an incredibly plush couch with two sets of seat belts. He gripped my hand until the plane left the ground and as soon as we were in the air I wrapped my arms around Adrian’s neck.
When I pulled back and looked up into his eyes he was smiling from ear to ear. I was still in shock over everything that had happened that day and all I could do was stare up at him in disbelief.
I still couldn’t believe that I wasn’t on my way to some creepy man’s dungeon. And I couldn’t believe that Adrian was suddenly here with me. I just kept touching his face because I couldn’t believe it was really him. That he had really come to save me.
“We did it,” he said as he touched my face. “I can’t believe we actually did it! This is all because of … where’s Grady? The driver, Grady, do you know where he is?” Adrian asked the stewardess who was passing through the main cabin.
“He’s in the back resting on one of the beds, Mr. Bellini. I brought him back there as we were taking off. It looks like the bullet just skimmed his leg. He’s got a pretty good sized wound but I’m taking care of it with the first aid kit. I think he’ll be fine.”
“Thank you so much, Natalie. He deserves a medal for what he did today,” Adrian said as he turned back to me and touched my face again. “I just can’t believe that you’re here, Brooklyn. I can’t believe it.”
“Adrian, I can’t believe you’re here. I was so terrified. This whole day, it just seemed like one long nightmare. The way your father treated you this morning and then traveling for hours thinking that I was being shipped off to some horrible man’s house. And the whole time knowing that my father didn’t have the money to buy me back. Adrian, he didn’t even look at me when I was there. He didn’t even offer them anything. I felt like I was worthless to him. Like I was nothing.”
“You and me both,” Adrian said as he smiled a sad smile. “But we have each other now and I don’t ever want to let you go again, Brooklyn. As far as I’m concerned my life starts now, with you.” He said as he looked into my eyes then leaned down and kissed me.
I felt like my body was lighter than air, and it wasn’t because I was flying through the air either. Every time Adrian looked over at me my entire body tingled and I was covered in goosebumps.
“Are you scared,” he asked as I sat there with my head on his shoulder and his fingers intertwined with mine.
“A little bit. I want to just be happy to be with you but your father really scares me.”
“Tell me about it,” Adrian said as he looked down.
I couldn’t get that horrible image out of my head. Adrian’s father pointing a gun at his own son’s head. He was a madman.
“I wish we could just have our lives to ourselves,” I said as I looked up at him.
“We will. I’m going to get us settled and I’m going to keep you safe. I’ll never let anything happen to you again, Brooklyn. We found each other again and I don’t think that was some sort of accident. We were meant to be together. I don’t think I would have left the family business if you hadn’t come back into my life.”
“You saved me and I saved you,” I said, smiling up into Adrian’s eyes.
“Exactly. And we won’t have anything to worry about in the future if we’re together,” he said as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. I closed my eyes and smiled when I thought about how perfectly things had turned out. Everything I had ever fantasized about had actually come true.
Adrian really was the perfect man I had made him into in my head. And being with him did make my entire body melt. I closed my eyes and smiled because I had never felt so loved and wanted and safe in my life than I did when I was in Adrian’s arms.
Adrian - Epilogue
“Gina sends her love.”
“Oh yeah? How’s she doing?”
“Really well. She sent me some ideas for her next showcase and she wants me to do sketches of ten evening wear outfits. Some are gowns and some will be more like evening loungewear. She wants to see what I come up with when we meet in Tokyo in June. We should be able to get there in a month, right?”
“Oh yeah, if we leave Manila tomorrow it shouldn’t take us more than three weeks to reach Tokyo. We’ll probably even have time to stop at a few of the smaller islands along the way. But don’t worry, I’ll get you there in time for your first official business meeting with Gina La Donna.”
“I’m so excited, Adrian. I just wish my mother was alive to see this. Before she died, she told me how she had always wanted to design her own line of swimwear and loungewear but the dream always seemed too big. She didn’t feel like she was good enough. That’s something I carried around with me for years after she died. I wanted so badly to get into design but I felt like it was too big of a dream so I resigned myself to working as a fashion reporter. But now I’m really doing it. I’m really working toward designing my own clothes. My mother would be so happy.”
“Yes, she would. And she would be extremely proud of you,” I said as I leaned over and kissed Brooklyn’s head. I cringed a little at the mention of her mother, though. I still didn’t know if what Lucas had told me about my father and Brooklyn’s mother was true, and exactly what that meant for the two of us.
I snuggled up to Brooklyn in bed in the hotel room we had spent the last few nights in. It was a spectacular suite with a stunning view of the bay from a glass wall that extended along one entire side of the room. I knew Brooklyn would love it here.
I had stayed in this hotel years ago and when I thought about her taking a bath while looking out onto the bay at sunset I just knew it would be a perfect stop for our ongoing honeymoon. Our whole existence on the yacht felt like a honeymoon and I never wanted that feeling to end.
It had been six months since that flight from New York when we both left our entire lives behind. Six months sailing from port to port and seeing the world from a completely different perspective. I had always flown to major cities to take care of business in the past and if I ever took the yacht out it was for a week or so at a time, and only to major ports.
But now, sailing aimlessly with Brooklyn, every day was an adventure. We weren’t exactly sailing aimlessly, though. There were destinations we had planned out, such as places where I had made arrangements to contact Grady and a few other people I was still in communication with and Brooklyn’s occasional meetings with Gina. But for the most part, we just went wherever the wind took us.
We had picked up my yacht where it was moored in Athens then sailed through the Suez canal, stopping at a number of small Greek and Turkish ports along the way. Then we spent some time in India and Sri Lanka before getting married at the same resort in the Maldives
where we had met eight years earlier.
We had a very small ceremony at sunset on a secluded beach where I told her that no matter what happened, for the rest of our lives I would always be there for her. I wanted to be everything for her that she never had. Anything she ever needed I wanted to be able to give it to her. I couldn’t imagine my life without her now and I told her that as often as I could. I never wanted her to think that she was unloved or unwanted again.
I knew she missed her friends from her old life and I really hoped that someday she would be able to visit them. But for now she seemed happy working with Gina and traveling with me and I really just couldn’t ask for anything more. She was my life now.
Brooklyn smiled at me with the most dazzling look of admiration in her eyes that I had ever seen and it made me want to rip her skimpy little shorty, see-through nightgown off right then.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked as one side of her mouth curled up into a sexy little half smile.
“Because I love the way you’re looking at me. And I’d really love to see you looking up at me like that while you’re on your knees,” I said as my body flooded with a need to possess her. She slipped out from under the covers and dropped to her knees on the side of the bed. I swung my legs across the bed, then lowered them over the edge on either side of her while she sat on her heels and looked up at me like a sweet little puppy.
I watched her touch her lips to the head of my cock then slowly swirl her tongue around the ridge, all the while keeping her glowing eyes trained on mine. My eyes would dart back and forth between my cock in her mouth then back up to her eyes and no matter how long I would look away, when I looked back down her eyes were always on mine.
Soon her lips were moving up and down my shaft. She started out slow, licking and sucking and sliding her her lips up and down the entire length, but eventually she fit as much of me in as she could, creating a vacuum sensation with her entire mouth. Every time her lips would move over the head of my cock it would come out of her mouth and there would be a delicious popping sound.
I could never get enough of watching her mouth stretch to its limit while she tried to swallow as much of my cock as possible. Sometimes she struggled with the size but she was usually a very good girl and was able to get at least half of it into her mouth and down her throat. It always made me harder just watching her attempts to please me no matter how much of my cock she was able to swallow.
I was close to coming but I didn’t want to finish yet so I pulled her head back and told her to stand up.
“Take off your nightgown, slowly,” I said as my eyes traveled up and down her almost naked body.
I loved how she always seemed a little bit insecure and unsure of herself but the look in her eyes told me that she wanted to do anything that I told her to. That combination of emotions in her eyes just about drove me out of my mind.
It was one thing to have a girl submit to me through force and out of fear or pain and another thing to have one submit to me out of slutty desire. But it was another thing altogether to have a girl want to please me so badly that she did things she didn’t really want to do at first. It made me feel like I was showing her a side to herself that she hadn’t been able to find on her own.
After she had removed everything and was pulling her panties down she stood up and crossed her arms in front of her without covering her breasts. It was a beautiful display of submission.
“Come over here,” I said as I watched her body move closer to me.
“Now, turn around and spread your legs.”
She did as she was told and as her legs parted I reached in between them and felt how dripping wet she was.
“Good girl. Now bend over for me.”
I watched her pussy open up in front of me and I spread her open even further with my thumbs as I gripped her ass. I leaned forward and pressed my whole mouth into her as I circled her clit with my tongue and sucked up the juices that were flowing freely out of her.
I grabbed her around the back so that she was completely doubled over and pulled her into me. My face was buried between her lips and ass cheeks and I heard a change in pitch of her moans and realized that she was close to coming herself.
I pulled her down onto my cock and she screamed out in ecstasy. Then I threw each of her legs over mine and grabbed onto her hips, then picked her up and forced her down onto my length so that I was plunged into her to the hilt with each thrust.
I grabbed her hair and pulled her backward so that her back was arched and her head was resting on my shoulder.
“Are you my good girl, Brooklyn?”
“Yes,” she screamed out as drove my cock into her.
“Are you going to wait for me this time?”
“Yes,” she screamed again.
“What are you going to wait for?”
“For you to tell me … I can come.” She punctuated that sentence with a deep moan.
“Good girl,” I said as I buried my mouth in the curve of her neck. She threw her head back even further and moaned again and I almost came from that sound alone.
“Touch your clit for me, Brooklyn. I want you to make yourself come for me while I’m inside you.”
Brooklyn reached her hand down between her legs and started circling her clit with her middle finger. I could feel her fingers move around my cock as I rammed it into her over and over. She would slide her fingers around so that they were covered in her juices and would then slip easily over her clit while she worked it around and around.
Her body started to go rigid and her breathing sped up and I knew she was close.
“Not yet, my little angel,” I whispered in her ear.
Her moans were becoming one long high pitched sound that undulated with each of my thrusts and just as I felt that I couldn’t hold back another second I held her hips firmly and told her to come.
Her mouth was wide open as her body threw itself forward and her legs pushed back so that she was spread open as wide as possible and a stream of liquid flew out from between her legs a good two feet.
I usually liked to have my face down there when that happened. I loved the taste of the fluid that gushed out of her and I always tried to lick every drop off of her. But I also loved the feeling of my cock being inside her when she came. Her pussy became engorged and incredibly tight just before her orgasms and the pulsating of her muscles clenching around me was one of the most exquisite sensations I had ever experienced.
We fell backward onto the bed and caught our breath then crawled back under the covers and wrapped ourselves around each other.
“Who’s that?” I heard Brooklyn say in a sleepy little voice just as I was drifting off.
“Oh, it must be room service. I ordered us breakfast.”
I got up and put on a robe and let a waiter wheel a large cart of domed plates into the room, then tipped him and closed the door behind him.
“This looks fabulous. I’m starving,” Brooklyn said as she came to the table in her own fluffy robe and sat down in front of a large plate of eggs and bacon and toast. I poured her some tea and we ate our breakfast as we looked out on the ocean.
“What’s this,” she asked as she picked up a teeny little envelope that had been set up against a vase with a single rose in it. “Is this from you?” she asked as she leaned over and kissed me.
“No, I didn’t put that there. Maybe it’s a note from the hotel.”
“Well, let me see,” she said as she opened the sealed envelope.
Brooklyn’s eyes flared open wide with a look of fear as they moved up to meet mine.
“What? What does it say?” I asked as I took the small white card from her hand.
She wasn’t yours to take
“Is that from your father? Adrian, does he know where we are?”
“I don’t know, Brooklyn, but I think we’d better leave now.”
“Oh God, Adrian, how did he find us?”
“I don’t know. Come on. We’re
going to have to pick up supplies on the way out to the yacht. Just pack up your things and I’ll call down and have a car waiting.
We made it onto the yacht and set sail but I knew that I would have to be more vigilant from now on. I couldn’t let my guard down for a moment knowing that he was still after us. I would never let him have Brooklyn. I would never let him take her from me.
The End
Colin: A Serial Killer Romance
© 2016 Stella Noir and JB Duvane
Cover by Kasmit Covers
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1. Colin
These lips … oh God, they’re perfect … the beautiful tapered curves and lines … so … perfect … so … mesmerizing …
“So, I asked him what he thought and he just wouldn’t tell me. I tell you that man makes me crazy ….”
They’re all different … all unique … but these lips … these ones are absolutely perfect … there’s no comparison. The sharp edges … and the color…
“Well, what do you think, Colin? I trust your opinion.”
“I think you always look fabulous, Mrs. Fields,” I said as absentmindedly I continued to stare at the woman’s lips.
So small and delicate … but screaming to be noticed … how can such beautiful lips even exist …
“If I ever heard my husband say that to me I’d fall over dead.”
“Please hold still, Mrs. Fields, I’m almost done.”
I want them … these perfect lips … if only I could …
“Ouch!”
I was barely aware that a woman was sitting in front of me until she flinched.