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Her Darkest Night
By Katie Cramer
PROLOGUE
This is the story of the day I died.
Don't worry. This isn't going to be a sad story. Far from it. Maybe I should stop being so dramatic and back up a little bit. I'm still alive, technically; I'm wandering around day-to-day, buying groceries and taking out the garbage. But my life is far from normal.
You see, the day I met Lewis Dark was the beginning of the end for me. It closed the chapter on my old life - an uneventful 34 years, filled with safety and quiet predictability - and opened up a whole new story. Through the death of my old life, I was reborn.
If it wasn't for Lewis, things would still be dull and mundane. I would be existing, not living. He led me into a dangerous, bizarre world I never knew existed. Mediocrity is not an option in his life. Dark by name, dark by nature I guess.
Was I scared? Of course. I was terrified. But that man showed me a different way to live, a different world that nobody - well, nobody I knew, anyway - ever gets to see, let alone experience. My terror soon turned to excitement. I became more afraid of continuing on my path of least resistance than the danger of the great unknown.
Now I'm addicted. I've never craved anything before - not drugs, not alcohol, nothing. I've always been a good girl. Such a good, boring little girl.
But not any more. I'm drunk on sex, high on his lifestyle. I'm freebasing on danger and loving every second.
But wait. I'm getting ahead of myself here. Let's go back to the start, before any of this ever happened. We'll skip the boring part of my life - all 34 years of it - and focus on the last two months. That's when my life changed.
That's when the old me died.
ONE
A crisp white shirt. No tie. Elegant but simple black slacks...Italian, maybe. Gucci? No. They were smart, not showy. German. Probably Hugo Boss.
Dark, slightly tousled hair; an impossibly handsome face punctuated with a small amount of stubble - just enough to brush my lips as I kissed him, sending tiny sparks through my already aroused body.
From the first second I saw Lewis Dark, I was smitten. He had me submitting to him without words, like putty in his hands without a touch. I wanted him like I’d never wanted any man before - those eyes! God, those eyes. Sparkling, cobalt blue, and able to hypnotize me with a quick sideways glance.
And now, here I was; pressed up against the glass of his office walls, his hands gently sliding up the side of my body, his kisses peppering my lips and neck like raindrops landing on bare skin. Occasionally he would become more forceful, more deliberate, then regress back to being tender and loving again.
He took a step back and placed both hands on the delicate fabric of my thin white cotton blouse. Without warning, he ripped it apart, buttons popping and flying across the room, and I gasped at the sudden violence of his actions. I felt my breasts rise and fall with the weight of my breathing, my unpadded lace bra straining to contain their motion. Hardened nipples were clearly visible in outline; my heart was pounding so fast and hard I felt like it was slamming against the inside of my ribcage.
Lewis began to unbutton his shirt, revealing the swoops and curves of rock-hard muscle beneath. I felt a warm rush of juices in my already soaked pussy as he slowly walked towards me. I instinctively raised my hands and placed them on his chest running my fingers over his pectoral and abdominal muscles. He kissed my forehead gently and reached behind me to unhook my bra. He pulled it away, letting my breasts drop free, and immediately ran both hands slowly up their sides. I closed my eyes and moaned slightly as my nipples responded to his lips gently sucking against them, his tongue flicking playfully at the erect peaks.
I unzipped my skirt, slipping it down my hips, and it fell to the floor, pooling at my feet. I kicked it across the room and looked into Lewis's eyes.
He spun me around, with one of those sudden movements that I was beginning to long for. His unpredictability was as arousing as his incredible body. I felt his hand slip under the band of my drenched panties. He formed a fist and tugged at them gently.
"You're a good girl, aren't you, Miss Hunt?"
I shuddered. "Yes."
"Well, let's see what we can do to corrupt you."
With the same efficiency with which he had dispatched my blouse, Lewis ripped my panties clean off my body with a sudden, strong tug. I cried out as the elastic snapped and stung at my bare skin. Suddenly I was completely exposed, pinned naked against the cold glass of his office, in nothing but a pair of five inch high heels. I wobbled on them, unsteady from what had just happened. I had never had clothes, let alone underwear, literally torn off my body before. Goose bumps broke out all over my skin and his breath against my neck caused my drenched pussy to respond again. He pressed himself against me, the bulge between his legs pushing into my bare, tight ass.
"Are you ready, Sarah?"
I reached back and started to undo his belt. These were the sorts of actions I would never have even contemplated a few weeks ago, yet here I was, eager – no, make that absolutely desperate – for this man to penetrate me, right here in our workplace. "Ready for what, Lewis?"
He circled my right buttock with his palm then slapped it, hard. I yelped at the exquisite pain before he gently nibbled at my earlobe then whispered into it.
"To do very bad things together."
I moaned out at his words. I couldn't take anymore. I was his now, utterly defeated, my defenses shot. "Yes," I replied breathlessly. "Take me. Take me and fuck me."
"Sarah!"
The palm of a hand slamming on the desk brought me back to reality. "Come on," my assistant barked. "You have to be in Mr Dark's office now! He’s waiting."
I grabbed my laptop and pushed my hair back behind my ears. "Sorry, I was miles away."
"I could see that. For a minute there, I thought you were asleep."
"Asleep? I… I was just daydreaming, that's all."
"Well," Karen replied with a grin, "you did have your eyes closed."
I tried to ignore the dampness between my legs as I stood up and gathered my thoughts. My panties were warm and soaking wet and I worried whether my excitement would begin to trickle down my bare inner thighs soon. At least they hadn't been ripped off, like I had just imagined.
"What's this meeting about, Karen?"
"All Mr Dark said was that there had been a huge development in Seattle. He wants you to travel there with him tomorrow. I think he's going to fill you in on the details.
Tomorrow? Oh my God… I was going to be alone with him. Completely alone.
"Why me? There's plenty of other executives who could go."
Karen grinned. "Not all of them look like you, Sarah. He likes you, in case you hadn't noticed. Besides, your track record speaks for itself. He has big plans for you."
Big plans, I thought. I smiled to myself. I hope they involve more than just work.
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