Dangerous Kiss

by Michelle Love

  Nox crushed his lips against hers. “Do you know you’re my heroine?”

  “With an ‘e’ or without?” She grinned and he laughed.

  “Both. Definitely both. And yeah, I get it. Can we compromise?”

  “How so?”

  “At least bring some stuff over here, take space in my closet so that when you’re not here—”

  “You can dress up as me?” Livia was grinning widely now and Nox burst out laughing.

  “Dang it, woman, you see right through me.”

  “I can see it now. I get a text message ‘I’m at home, dressed as you. Bring chocolate syrup and a riding crop.’ Kinky.”

  Nox wrestled her back onto the bed. “You want kinky, I can get kinky, woman.” He noticed her breath quicken, excitement in her eyes. “Oh, you like the idea of that, huh?”

  She nodded, her pink lips parted, and he felt his cock get hard. “So, what is your kink, Ms. Chatelaine?”

  He pushed up her dress and buried his face in her soft belly and Livia chuckled. “Well, that’s nice for a start.”

  “Nice, but not very kinky,” Nox mumbled, rimming her navel with his tongue. He felt her shiver with pleasure.

  “You know, I honestly never thought about it … but there’s very little I won’t try with you, Mr. Renaud.”

  Nox groaned. “God, Liv …” He unbuttoned her dress and shimmied her panties down her long legs. “Every inch of you is heaven.”

  “What do you like, Nox? Tell me and I’ll do it.”

  “All I can think about right now is your creamy skin and the fact that my cock needs to be inside you.”

  She giggled and he moved up her body. Livia unbuttoned his shirt and fly as he kissed her, then she waved his tie at him. “Want to tie me up, bad boy?”

  Nox’s eyes lit up. “Good idea.” He wrapped the tie around her wrists, pulling them above her head. “Ha, now you’re really at my mercy.” He nibbled at her ear as she giggled and writhed beneath him.

  “What do you like, Nox, really? I’ll do it, whatever it is … you can spank me, whip me … anything. I’m yours.”

  She felt his enormous cock swell even more and he groaned, burying his face in her neck. “What you do to me, Ms. Chatelaine …” He looked into her eyes. “May I please lay you on her belly and take you from behind?”

  He turned her over and Livia felt him part her legs gently, and when his cock—so rigid, so massive—pushed into her cunt, she felt it in every cell of her body. The added friction on her clit was heaven, and Nox bunched her hair up in his fist as he thrust, pulling her head back and up so he could kiss her mouth.

  “Take me, Nox, harder … harder …” She was gasping as he fucked her, thrusting deeper with his hips, his cock reaming her cunt until they both came, Nox coming inside her for the first time, his seed shooting deep into her belly.

  Livia sighed happily as she basked in her own climax. “Nox?”

  Nox’s mouth was on the back of her neck, kissing, biting her skin in his frenzy for her. “Yes, my darling?”

  She turned to look him in the eye. “Fuck me in the ass, Nox. Fuck me hard.”

  He gave a growl of desire and, sliding a condom onto his cock, took her just as she’d asked. Easing into her perfect round ass, they made love again. Livia gave a long cry as she came; it was a mellower orgasm, but just as thrilling.

  Tearing the condom off, Nox rolled off of her, flipping her onto her back and freeing her hands. She grabbed his curls and pulled hard, making him grin. “God, woman, you are a little animal.”

  Livia kissed him, biting his lower lip, wanting to absorb him into her soul. “Fuck me again, and again, and again …”

  Nox gathered her to him, rolling them both to the floor, where he pressed her legs up to her chest and sat back, admiring her body. “You have the most perfect little cunt, Ms. Chatelaine. Why don’t you feel for yourself while I watch?”

  He began to stroke his cock back into rigidity as Livia stroked her own sex, slipping her fingers inside herself, feeling his cum deep inside her. When Nox could stand it no more, he pushed her hand aside and plunged his cock back inside her. “I want to fill you with my cum, baby.”

  “Do it,” she urged, her eyes almost feral with desire. “Fuck me like you want to hurt me.”

  And he did, slamming his hips into her, pinning her hands to the floor, kissing her, tasting blood until they were both exhausted.

  Afterward, they showered together. Livia sucked Nox’s cock as the water pulsed down on them. He carried her to the bed after they’d dried and lay down, their naked bodies entwined.

  Livia stroked his face. “I don’t know a lot about bondage,” she said, “but I think it’s exciting to find out. Have you ever done that with someone before?”

  Nox shook his head. “I haven’t, but like you said, I’m excited about the thought of doing it with you. We can take it slowly, find out what we like. We can even get some toys if you’d like.”

  “I would like.” Livia grinned at him. “I like the thought of wearing the leather gear for you, you restraining me as you fuck me. Dominating me.”

  “Damn, woman.” Nox nodded down to his cock, which was getting hard again. “You’re not going to let me have any sleep tonight, are you?”

  Livia laughed, rolling him onto his back and straddling him, guiding him inside of her. She gave a shuddering moan as she impaled herself on him. “I honestly could stay like this forever,” she said as she began to ride him. “Talk dirty to me, Nox. Tell me what you like.”

  He cupped her breasts as they jiggled with her motion. “I like your beautiful tits,” he said, “so pillowy and plump. I sometimes think of them when I’m at work, just imagining putting my mouth on each pink nipple and sucking them until you scream. I think of your hot, tight cunt, my tongue, my fingers, my cock exploring it as you clench your muscles.”

  He pinched her clit as she began to moan, her speed picking up. “God, Nox, yes … that’s the stuff …”

  “I imagine pressing you up against a cold stone wall someplace public and just fucking you until people wonder what the screaming is. Or clearing off a table in the restaurant and ripping that cute little waitress dress off you, fucking you in front of all those people. Watching them admire your perfect body …”

  Livia cried out as she came, so turned on by his talk, but Nox was enjoying himself. “I want to fuck you like an animal, Livia. I always dream that you’ve forgotten your panties just so that I can take you at anytime, anywhere I want …”

  “I’m yours, Nox, for always, for always …”

  Her cry brought him to climax and he shot his load deep into her belly, her vaginal muscles clenching him, milking him as she gazed down at him, looking so ethereally beautiful that his heart seemed to grow. “God, I love you, Livia Chatelaine.”

  And she bent down to kiss him again, and there was no more talking for the rest of the night.

  Roan looked at the girl sitting in the passenger seat of his car and tried to smile. “I’m sorry about this.”

  God, why had he picked such a young one? Someone who didn’t know the game. Instead, there were tears in her big blue eyes, and he hated that it was he who had put them there.

  “Pia, I’m sorry. It’s my fault; I should never have picked you up that day.” He tipped her chin to his. “Listen, you’re beautiful. There’s probably already a queue of people who would love to be with you, and I guarantee they’ll all be a lot better for you than me. I’m broken, Pia. I’m not a good person.”

  “But I was falling—”

  “No. Don’t say that. You’re too young to know what love is.”

  She suddenly opened the door of his car and got out. Uh-oh. This wasn’t a good idea. It was past midnight and the city was no place for a girl like Pia at night. He got out and called to her. “Pia, get in the car.”

  “Screw you.”

  He sighed. Would it be easier to let her walk away? Yes. It wasn’t like she could threaten to tell Odell
e—she would just shrug and say, “What else is new?” And, after all, he was doing what Odelle had asked him to do. Saying goodbye to all his side pieces. Probably stop referring to women as side pieces too, he thought to himself reproachfully. He definitely shouldn’t have started up with Pia. “Just let me drive you home.”

  “No. Go. I only live two blocks from here, anyway.” She stopped and looked back at him, and her expression was resigned. “Go, Roan. It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone about us.”

  She stalked off and disappeared around the corner. Roan stood arguing with himself then followed her. By the time he got to the corner, she was gone.

  “Shit.”

  Too late. He couldn’t exactly blame her if she ran to Odelle, or even Nox. Nox would be more problematic—he would not approve of Roan seeing his nineteen-year-old assistant. Roan wanted to convince Nox he was responsible? This wasn’t the way to do it.

  “Shit,” he said again, and got back into his car.

  Pia waited until she heard his car start up and go before she ducked out of the doorway. She didn’t want him to know that her home wasn’t two blocks away, but a few miles. Still, she could walk it. Maybe it would get some of her humiliation out. She stalked along, her long legs carrying her easily. The night was cool, and she tugged her coat around herself tightly.

  God, what the hell had she been thinking, sleeping with Roan Saintmarc? The dude was a walking man whore, everyone knew it. But, Pia had to admit, it had bought her some cachet in her peer group. Sandor wasn’t showing any signs of interest, unless you counted paternally—ugh—so when Roan had put the moves on her, she’d gone along with it. And he had been a spectacular lay, she had to admit. She did wonder if he guessed she had been a virgin, but he’d never said. At least she could finally say she’d gotten rid of her v-card.

  She sniggered to herself. Telling him she’d been falling in love with him … no way. She’d just wanted to make him feel bad for dumping her. And it had worked. Good.

  As she turned into the next street, she heard the step behind her. Turning, she realized a man’s head was blocking the streetlight and was in shadow. He grabbed her throat and thrust her back hard against the wall, his other hand covering her scream of fright.

  He’s going to rape me …

  But the attacker made no attempt to lift her skirt, or grope her. For a millisecond she didn’t know what the hell he wanted, then she felt it. The pain. A knife being brutally and repeatedly thrust into her stomach. Oh God, please, no … no …

  She felt her legs give way and she slumped to the ground. Her killer crouched next to her, ripping open the tattered dress and stabbing her again. As Pia bled out, she managed to croak out, “Why?”

  Her murderer slid the knife between her ribs into her heart and she never knew the answer.

  Chapter Twelve

  Livia woke in the dark hours before dawn to an empty bed. She shivered—the window was open and a cold breeze blew into the room. She got up, snagging Nox’s shirt and pulling it around her as she went to close the window.

  “Nox?”

  The house was silent. Livia padded into the hall and listened. Something—water?—was making a sound somewhere in the house and she followed the noise to the far end of the house, to where the two locked rooms stood. Hesitating, Livia reached out and turned the handle of one of the rooms. It opened, and she now heard the definite sound of water running—someone was in the shower in the en-suite.

  She took a deep breath in and walked silently to the door of the bathroom. She tried not to look at the room itself but as she reached the bathroom door, she glanced to her left—and saw the huge, dark bloodstains on the floor. Oh, God. Why, Nox? Why leave it like this? It was like some sort of macabre torture chamber for his psyche.

  Livia had no doubt who she would see when she pushed open the bathroom door. Nox was in the shower, naked, scrubbing at his skin furiously. He looked up, but Livia could see he wasn’t really seeing her. He was sleepwalking. He raised his arms to her. “I can’t get the blood out. I can’t get the blood out.”

  As Livia looked on in horror, Nox began to sob. “I can’t get the blood out, Ariel. God help me, what have I done? What have I done?”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Amber got out of the car and saw a pale, shaken Livia waiting for her at the door of the mansion. She came out to meet her and hugged Amber, and Amber could feel her trembling. “Thank you for coming, Amber. I got him back into bed but I didn’t know what else to do.”

  Amber hugged her tightly. “You did the right thing, Livia. Is he asleep?”

  Livia nodded, her brown eyes large and frightened. Amber took her hand and they went inside. Nox was asleep in their bed, his handsome face wracked with pain. Amber studied him for a moment, and then nodded for Livia to follow her out.

  They sat in the kitchen and Amber made Livia drink some hot, strong coffee. It was a little after dawn. Amber, her face make-up free, her red hair tucked up in a bun, tried to smile at Livia. “First up, don’t be too scared. He’s done this before. Sleepwalked, I mean. Twice that I know of. Once when Ariel died, once after his family. Tell me, what did you two do last night?”

  Livia told her about the dinner, and the reunion between Nox and Charvi. Amber nodded. “Ah.”

  Livia looked at her unhappily. “I blame myself. I encouraged them to reconnect.”

  “You know what, you shouldn’t feel bad. At least we were able to control it, this way. What if he’d run into her unexpectedly? No, this is good. Maybe Nox will start to deal with all of it now. He never did, you see? He stuck his gorgeous head in the sand and just got on with the grief. He never processed what happened.”

  Livia’s eyes filled with tears. “God.”

  Amber patted her hand. “You’re good for him, you know? This is a good time for him to start processing. He has you. I suspect he’s never felt stronger.”

  Livia smiled at her. “You are so kind.”

  Amber sipped her coffee. “Anything else happen last night you can think of? Was it just seeing Charvi?”

  “There was something … He got a text message and afterward, he went to the bathroom and got sick. He said it was just the release of nerves, but I don’t know.”

  “Where’s his phone?”

  “Upstairs, I think. I’ll go get it.”

  Amber waited while Livia went to get Nox’s phone and when she came back, her face was stricken. “Amber …”

  “What is it?”

  Livia looked down at the phone. “It’s Ariel. There’s photos.”

  Amber swallowed and held out her hand. “Livia, please.”

  Livia hesitated, then handed over the phone. Amber knew what she’d see before she clicked on the message but she couldn’t help the small sob that escaped her when she saw the brutalized body of her twin sister. Livia’s arms went around her then and held her tightly while she cried. Livia smoothed her hair, murmuring, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

  Amber pulled herself together, but leaned her head against Liv’s. “Sorry, boo. Always a shock.”

  Livia smiled at her, handing her a tissue. “I can’t imagine what it must be like for you. Who would send this?”

  Amber sighed. “Hard to say. Someone fucking with his head. The killer. No, he or she would have sent personal photos, surely? These are the photos the press used of Ari when she was alive, and a crime scene photo. Anyone could have gotten hold of them.”

  “But why? Why now?”

  Amber gave her a crooked grin. “If it’s someone being malicious—someone jealous, maybe—I would say it’s because of you. Not you, Livia, but you and Nox. Anyone can see how in love you are.”

  “You know what? I forgot this …” Livia went out into the hall and came back with her coat. “This was left for me at the college yesterday.”

  She handed Amber a crumpled-up piece of paper. Amber read it aloud. “Break it off with Nox, or I’ll make your life hell, whore. Delightful. Well, then, I think we can guess
who would be so spiteful.”

  “Mavis Creep.” Livia’s tone was icy. “Fucking bitch. I’ll rip her to pieces with my bare hands.”

  Amber grinned at her. “At least we can rule out any actual threat.”

  Livia frowned. “Threat?”

  “Don’t you get why these pictures were sent to Nox, honey? They’re implying the same will happen to you if you two don’t break up.”

  Livia snorted. “Then come at me, bro. I don’t scare easy.”

  “You’re a feisty one,” Amber grinned at her.

  “You have no idea.”

  They both turned towards the sound of Nox’s voice. He smiled at them both, his eyes exhausted, and he slipped his arms around Liv. “Sorry I scared you, baby. Just a little nutty.”

  “No problem, big guy. I haven’t even begun to show you my crazy yet.” She grinned up at him and Amber smiled.

  “Now, if you two are going to get mushy …”

  “Seriously, Ambs, thank you for coming. I don’t know what I would have done.” Livia’s expression was earnest. “You’re a real friend.”

  Amber reached for her hand. “Listen, you two are good for each other. Which doesn’t mean you’re not going to go through crap like this, but I’ll always be there. You,” she fixed Nox with a steely look, “I’ve played softball with you for twenty years now. Now that you have Livia, it’s hardball from now on. You need to see a shrink, you need grief counseling. It’ll hurt, it’ll really fucking hurt, but it needs to be done.”

  Nox nodded. “I agree. It’s time.” She saw his arms tighten around Livia, and she smiled.

  “Good. Now, I’m going to leave you alone, but I’m a call away.”