Steal You: A Standalone Dark Romance

by KD Robichaux

  “That’s good. It feels like the year went by fast,” I respond, lifting the tea to my lips and taking a sip.

  “I always thought it was just a stereotype, but it’s not. I do, in fact, golf a lot.” He chuckles, and the sound is warm. I truly love my father. I laugh along with him, but it dies down as I remember what I’m here for. I don’t want to upset him.

  “What is it, baby girl?” He notices my worry, and that may be the one thing my father, Dennis, has always been the best at.

  “Dad, I—”

  “Dad? That’s a little formal for us. What’s going on, little one?” He reaches across the table and places his slightly wrinkled yet strong hand over mine. I wait a moment and watch the scene in front of me. I say a silent prayer to my mother above and ask that she guides me through this. “Daddy, I have wanted to tell you about this for years, but it didn't seem right. I don’t want to hurt you, and I want your acceptance.” I close my eyes and see Xander in my head, his defined face giving me courage. It’s as if he is here in front of me. His face is stoic, but there is a slight smirk playing at his lips, and his blue eyes are piercing. Everything behind him is gone and it’s just white. I drown in that for a moment, submerse myself in him, before opening my eyes again. Met with my father’s worried face, I know I need to confess everything and stop the waiting.

  “Daddy, I’m pregnant. I’m in love.”

  His hand flexes on mine and his face is a mix of happiness and hurt. “Wow. Well, I am happy for you, sweetie, but a little confused that you didn't tell me that you’re seeing anyone. Aren't we closer than that?”

  It’s my turn to comfort him. That was by far more painful to hear than what I thought his disapproval would have been. “Oh, Daddy, yes, of course we are. We are close; it’s just… you knew him, and the way we started and when we started is something I knew you wouldn't be okay with.” He swallows and tilts his head, urging me with his gaze to continue. “I was eighteen when we met, and I fell in love. But we ended after a few short months. I won’t go into detail, but we recently reconnected, and it happened so fast. I really didn't know when to tell you without upsetting you.” I leave out the details about why we ended and how we reunited. There is a side of me that I will never let anyone see—anyone but my Xander.

  “Who is he then, sweetie?” he pushes.

  “Please don’t be upset with me,” I whisper, dropping my head.

  “Tell me, Lizith Morrison,” he demands, suddenly less patient.

  “I have been in love with Xander Stine for some years now, Daddy. I’m so sorry, but please don’t be upset.” And just like that, I watch the color drain from his face. Mortification. He is mortified. “Daddy?”

  “Um.” He coughs and clears his throat, trying to regain his composure. “Lizith. How? When? I mean, honey, this is not good.” My body shudders and my eye twitches. I feel my Master’s favorite side of me trying to break free, and I fear she may if my dad says that again. Xander and I are all things that are better than “good.” We are all that is right in the world.

  “I love him. Nothing you say will change that or stop me. Nothing,” I say with a chilling tone, and pulling my hand free from his on the table, I regain my posture and I stand tall, defending what’s mine. My love, my Xander.

  I watch my father shake his head in disbelief, and I see something in his eyes that I can’t place, but it looks like pure fear. “I need to go. We will talk later. I need a minute to think about this.” And with that, I let him leave, not ready to explain Xander further. This is the bubble I never wanted anyone inside, and this is one of the main reasons. No one will understand Xander. No one but my mother, because I know in the afterlife, those we love can feel everything we do from love, all the way to pain, and I’m sure my mother can feel inside my heart exactly what I feel for Xander.

  I close my eyes and sit up straight. Breathing deep through my nostrils, my eyes open and I focus on centering myself again. I cannot break character in front of people. It wouldn't end well. Do I feel remorse and regret for hiding this from my father? Yes. But at the same time, I’m a woman now. A successful woman who can make a life of her own without having to ask permission or approval from anyone.

  I grab my jacket and throw it on before taking my tea and heading out to the Tesla. Xander let me have it to play with today, and I plan to take it for a short joyride. I need a second to collect myself. I don’t know what I will tell Xander about my father, but for now, I know I will do whatever is needed to stay loyal and by my keeper’s side. My father will forgive me; he has to, and with the time he has requested, I will let him come to terms with our relationship on his own.

  Speeding onto the highway, I get lost. I drive farther out of the city and deeper into my mind. I am losing control of my own body. Right then, I see a deserted grassy field on the side of the road on the outskirts of town and decide to stop there. I need a minute to breathe, and no matter how deep my foot digs the pedal and the notch on the dash rises with the speed, I can’t control myself.

  I don’t want to hurt my father, but I also hate that he just left without even asking me more. Even worse, he ran out of there as if he were on fire. I take a few long breaths when the phone rings through the car speakers. I see Xander’s name on the dash and my heart rate kicks into overdrive. I debate ignoring it, but the last thing I want to do is upset my master.

  “Hello, handsome.”

  “And where would my little bird be going in the opposite direction of me, and so goddamn fast?” he growls.

  “How do you know where I’m going? How do you know I was speeding?” I look around outside the car, seeing the cars sporadically pass by me.

  “Do not answer my questions with a question, little one. You trying to leave me? Did your daddy tell you to leave me? I thought I told you I would always know where you are and I would never let you leave me.”

  I smirk, my wings extending. I love when he gets this way over me. “Is that why you let me drive your nice toy, Master? So you could keep watch over me? I would never leave you, Xander. Only if I had a death wish by my own hands,” I whisper, bringing my hand up to my neck, where I feel it dampening from the arousal coming over me. My Xander was tracking me, hunting me, and his deep, smooth voice telling me so has my body lit on fire with renewed desire.

  “You are breathing deep, Lizith. I know you aren't touching yourself without me. Don’t you remember the rules? Are you fucking begging for a punishment, little bird?” he bites, and I grin. I want that punishment, because he hasn't given me one in weeks.

  “Oh, Xander,” I moan, my hand trailing into my jeans and past my lacy panties. I find my clit, my hand restrained in the confines of my tight jeans, but the friction is incredible.

  “Lizith. You better not touch yourself without me. You are being very bad, little thing. Very fucking bad.”

  I bite my lip and circle my clit harder. “Oh, fuck. It feels so good,” I groan louder.

  “Goddammit. Enough.” In my mind’s eye, I see the veins protruding in his neck.

  “You aren't here to stop me, keeper,” I entice him, pushing him past angry. I want him enraged and untamed. I want him to punish me tonight, and maybe then I can settle back down, because right now, I can’t seem to forget the pain in my father’s eyes and what I fear is waiting around the corner. What that is, I don’t know.

  I hear him slam his fist on something in the background, and I can't tell what it is. But I do know it fuels me on. “I can’t stop. Because I know it’s upsetting you and I want you mad. But you are too far to get to me,” I tease him.

  “Oh, little bird, you are going to regret this.”

  I start to add more pressure and listen to him growl under his heavy breath, and all it makes me do is try harder and my moans thunder through the car. Then I hear the line go dead without another word, but I can't stop. I am in the thick of it, on the cusp of coming to the idea of my Xander mad with a belt in his vascular, twitching hand.

  “Xander!�
� I scream, and right as I’m about to explode, there is a loud, demanding rap on my window. I hurry and pull my hand from my jeans and look out the tinted window, and that’s when I see hell above me. The dark shadow of my Master.

  “Xander?” He looks angry, and suddenly my blood drains from my face. I gulp, my body heat simmering and fear setting in. I roll down the window, and with smooth, calculated, and slow movements, he leans in. “How did you get here?” I look in the rearview mirror and see his personal driver he uses on rare occasions drive away. I swallow, answering my own question.

  He doesn't say anything. Instead, he looks completely collected and held together. Eyeing me over, he stops when he reaches my eyes, and his are far darker than I have ever seen. I know that look. I feared it at first.

  My jaw goes slack and I open my mouth to speak, but fear grips my tongue and renders me speechless.

  Xander laughs deep in his chest, a sound so frightening I feel it in my bones and goosebumps erupt over my skin. When he stands back finally, I watch in slow motion as he removes his expensive Italian black leather belt with a simple sleek silver buckle. When he pulls it from the belt loops, he steps back and makes room.

  “Get out. Now.” Shaking my head, I stare up at him in fear. I have seen him go black, but never this intensely.

  “Out of the car. Now!” That vein in his neck becomes noticeable, and the heat in his veins shades the skin red and I jump into action. Stepping out of the car with my tail between my legs, I do what he says. “Don't play with me, Lizith. You know what to fucking do.”

  I nod, knowing what to do, but unsure if he will do what he usually does—a little spanking then a lot of hard fucking.

  I turn and drop the back of my hands to the curve of my ass, touch my wrists together in a light kiss, and wait. When it’s clear of cars and the highway goes quiet for a moment, he binds me with his belt, his thick fingers making quick work of his task.

  I breathe heavily, my chest rising and falling as my heart beats so rapidly I feel it may leave my body and run away. “Xan—”

  “Quiet.” Taking my elbow roughly, he walks me around the front of the car, my steps wobbly and uneven as I trip a few times. If it weren't for Xander holding me so tight to his side, I would have fallen on my face, unable to catch myself with my arms trapped behind me.

  Opening the door on the passenger side, he puts me in the car and buckles me in, my hands still bound and digging into my back, wedged lightly between me and the white leather of the seat.

  I watch as he slams the door, walks around the front of the car, and then sits in the place I occupied moments ago. I keep my head down, knowing I have no right nor room to speak, because I awoke the keeper and he is not happy with my games.

  “You got what you wanted, Lizith. I am going to take you home and fucking ruin you. Hope you enjoy your next thirty minutes of sitting comfortably, because in a few short hours, you will be lucky if you can walk. Hell, you will be sleeping on that fucking stomach for a week.”

  With that, my eyes water at the fear inside me, still scared, but his little bird is flourishing inside and coming alive. I haven't been ruined in our special way since we came back together, and now I’m overwhelmed with knowing what’s about to happen.

  “Don’t cry, little bird. I broke you enough to prepare you for this,” Xander murmurs, and I stay silent, watching the minutes on the screen of his car slowly tick by and draw me closer to what I need most.

  My keeper to bring me back to my beautiful, unstable psychosis.

  Chapter 11

  Xander

  The drive is silent, and my cock is rock-hard for her. She tested me today, and hell if that didn't bring me to life after the dull hours in class all day. I tracked her in my Tesla and got to her as quick as my driver could. I was weakened for a moment when I saw her driving so fast and far away from me. Afraid she told her father everything and he spilled the secret that I have yet to tell Lizith. A dark secret that has the power to have her slipping from my fingers.

  When I finally got to her, I was wound tight but thankful when I realized she’s still not aware of all the secrets I hold. I know I need to tell her, but now is not the time. Not when I just got her back.

  Peering over at her, I see she hasn't lifted her head, and I warm, knowing she is under my power now. We are nearing the outskirts of downtown close to where our home is when my phone rings. I see the name Claire pop up and I answer, taking note when Lizith shifts and whimpers when she sees the female’s name.

  “Claire, what can I help you with?” I ask.

  “Sorry, Professor Stine. I know you said we are allowed to call you regarding our assignments, and I was just wondering.” She pauses, her voice shaky yet flirtatious, and I smirk. I can practically feel my little bird raging from here. Her eyes are glued to the dash’s screen, her mouth in a tight slit and her eyes narrowed. “Sorry, sir, I was a bit nervous to call.” She giggles like a schoolgirl, and I look to Lizith, daring her to sass me or say something to my student.

  I would be lying if I said I wasn't in some way trying to rile her up. I know how much she needs me, and throwing jealousy in with her need will create one hell of a bad little thing in my hands tonight.

  “That’s fine, Claire, but I am a bit busy. What can I help you with?” I draw out with a low rumble, and Lizith hisses at me, her eyes going mad.

  “Well, I have been having trouble with my recent thesis, and I would love to meet with you after class tomorrow, maybe have a little private session,” she purrs, and I see Lizith’s eyes water and her lips fall into a broken frown.

  “I can meet with you in an open-door appointment.” I finally let my bird have some relief and shut down my student.

  “Oh, okay. That’s fine too. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” She sounds let down, but I don’t care. I can’t take my eyes off my girl, the red light we are stopped at making that possible.

  “Goodnight, Claire.” I end the call before she can say her goodbyes, and I expect Lizith to set off into a rage, but she doesn’t. She stays still with her head low and tears falling down her rose-colored cheeks.

  After a few moments of silence, she whispers into the car, “Since when do you give students your number? I thought I was the only one who ever got that special treatment.” Her jealousy is coming through, rearing its ugly head, and I welcome it. Our lovemaking is always more ravishing when we are on fire with jealousy. But this time, I may have hurt her, and that knowledge becomes apparent when she whimpers softly.

  I love when she fucking whimpers.

  “All professors do it now. She isn't special. She doesn't make house calls,” I respond as I pull up to our home.

  “Don’t make what we had then sound like it was nothing. Don't think so carelessly of me. You make me sound cheap.” She turns her body from me, drawing as close to the window and door of the car as she can.

  I want to respond, but I know better. I leave the car and come around to her side, and with gentle yet sturdy force, I grab her neck and set her into motion. She struggles a bit to get out, but once her feet hit the ground, I move us toward the house. Lizith’s back faces our home, and she walks backward as I slowly walk forward, guiding her.

  “You are really pissing me off, little bird. You better tell me what has got you acting so crazy and disobedient tonight.” She shakes her head, denying me what I want. “Tsk, tsk, little thing. You are pregnant and I can’t get too rough, so the only way I’ll understand is if you willingly tell me, or I will fuck you so thoroughly—so fucking deep and hard—until you are about to come, and then I will stop. You only got me to that point once before, baby, and I remember how much you hated it. Want another night wound tight and throbbing? Soaking wet and fucking empty with only the imprint of my cock inside you?” I squeeze her neck tighter, and her chin lifts and her jaw goes lax.

  “Or do you want my cum deep inside you and your pulse beating rapidly while you clench around me when you come? You pick, baby.” With that,
I sweep her up and carry her through the door, up the stairs, and into our room. I throw her down on the mattress of our four-poster bed draped in white canopy curtains. She bounces and shakes, her entire body afraid of me.

  I stalk her, pacing around the bed, and she watches me in silence.

  Lizith tries to move, but my belt keeps her partially disabled from doing so. I undo my nicely pressed suit pants and release my cock. “On your knees, bird. Suck my cock.” She stays in her place on the bed and doesn't attempt to slide to the floor. “On the fucking floor!” She jolts and slips to the floor. I stroke my cock as I watch her move, her eyes and body giving her away. She is desperate for this side of me. I haven’t given her this since we found our way back to each other, and it might have been years, but it all feels like yesterday. So right. So natural. And I know she feels that too.

  “Do it exactly how I like it. Do you remember, my pretty mess?” I look at her mascara-stained face and my spine curls, the beast inside me almost breaking from my skin. Lizith nods, and I reward her by petting her hair. “Good girl.”

  Leaning in slowly, she brings her lips to the head of my cock, and I thrust gently, breaching her mouth and granting myself entrance.

  “Fuck!” I grunt, as I grab her ponytail at the base and gain stability to start pumping. I love fucking her mouth. “More spit, get fucking dirty.” She peers up at me, and I watch as I slide in and out of her mouth, getting more and more wet as my precum and her saliva mingle. “Just like that.” I tilt my head and really watch her take me. I know I am pushing her gag reflex when her eyes water and she makes little noises around my cock, making it vibrate against my shaft and driving me wild.

  “You gonna tell me now, little thing?” I ask, and she drops me from her mouth.

  “No,” she says with surety, and I snap. Leaning down, I grab her by her throat and pull her to her feet. Spinning her around, I undo my belt from around her wrists and smack her hard on her ass with my bare palm. She yelps and cries out. “Xander!”