Takedown: An Enemies to Lovers Dark Romance

by Lana Hartley

  I fly at him now. I pick him up by the collar and snarl into his face. "Leave her the fuck alone! And get out!"

  "Come on man, what are you going to do?" He spits the words out. "I will have her at some point. She's probably aching for it right now." He casts a wicked smile and laughs.

  I grab a steak knife from the table and stab him in a meticulous way. It's enough to hurt him but it won't be fatal. I know the anatomy of bodies well enough by now. He will be able to stitch it up at home.

  In fact, he laughs again as he steps back, holding his bloodied side.

  "Oh, you fucker. Now you've woken the beast. Now I want to see what has you all up in knots. You should know how to control yourself better after all this time. I will know this girl…intimately.”

  "Out!" I shove him towards the door and let him rot in a heap on the driveway. Fuck! I slam the giant entryway shut and lean up against it, breathing heavily from the adrenaline of the moment. What have I done? What if I've just revealed too much about how much I care for Carrie? I should never have shown emotion like that. I should've predicted that this could be dangerous. This man, who was once my brother has morphed tonight into my eternal enemy. I know he won't stop until he has his way. I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. I did not expect the evening to go this way. I thought that for once in his life Carter could act civil, but his savageness came out in full tonight and I fear I may have put Carrie's life in danger. The one life I care about, the most precious girl in the world to me, might be in mortal danger because I just don’t know how to be in love with Carrie, or what it is doing to my life. I need to protect her from the only person I used think of as family.

  Carrie

  I've been trying to listen at the stronghold of my door for some evidence of what's taking place downstairs. I was thankful to leave the table but now I'm worried about Jeremy. If something happens to him I will be at the mercy of Carter and that does not bode well for me. He is terrifying and I doubt he'd be as gentle with me as Jeremy has been. Carter seems like a cold killer and I wish I had never made his acquaintance.

  I hear footsteps and I'm not sure if it's Jeremy or Carter. I back away from the door and sit on the bed, pretending to be absorbed in a magazine. Luckily, as the door creaks open I see the one face that puts my life at ease. Jeremy is standing there with an odd expression on his face. To my horror, I realize that his hands are stained with blood.

  I jump up to help him. I take his hands and lead him to my private suite. I run his hands under soothing, warm water.

  "Are you hurt?" I know I must have an extremely worried expression on my face because he's tender with me now. The adrenaline of the moment is pumping out of him and I hope that seeing me helps it to fade.

  "Jeremy, did he hurt you?" I am desperate to find out if he's okay. But he looks a tad shocked, instead of reserved and stoic like usual. He's very much in control but something about what happened with Carter seems to have put him on edge.

  "I'm so sorry baby," he says to me. "Are you okay? Tell me you're okay. I wanted to be here for you but I had to deal with him first. I'm so sorry that he insulted you and made you feel uncomfortable. I'm sorry about Carter. I'm okay though, don't worry. He didn't hurt me."

  He's planting kisses on my face, my forehead, and finally over my lips as though he's desperate to find me and to be reconnected.

  "You're okay?" I ask. "Then why the blood? Did you hit him and throw him out? Is that what happened?"

  "No, my love. No. I stabbed him." He looks at me, seeking to know my reaction.

  "What?" I fall back against the door. His clean hands come to run strokes across my torso, over my red dress. He is pulling my hips toward him. He's pinning me to the door with his weighty body. I'm stunned. I cannot move and it's as if he's trying to contain my confused emotions and he's holding me up with his body as my knees begin to waiver. For a second I think I might pass out from the shock of it all but it slowly dawns on me that Jeremy did this for me. That guy was vicious and he didn't let him get away with it. Something about that, in some twisted realm, turns me on. It confirms our love for each other or something. Every time Jeremy defends me I feel more like I'm his and more like I'm safe. And something about what he did makes me feel alive with pleasure. It scares me that I feel this way.

  "Is he dead?"

  "No, no of course not. I just wanted to warn him."

  "Warn him of what?" I find myself asking.

  He takes my face in his hands and looks at me in a way that makes time stand still. "I warned him that you are mine."

  My knees nearly give out now as the intensity of what he's saying hits me. There is something erotic and ferocious about his love. I know he loves me. And I love him, so much so that I'm willing to change sides. I'm changing from the side of freedom to the side of darkness. I am choosing for his darkness to overcome me. It feels so good that I let the thought of all his heinous acts run through my blood, making it pump harder and faster. This is love. It's different but anything less wouldn't satisfy me. This is what I want, to be with him like this into eternity. He makes me forget the world around me. The walls swirl and the past is so distant now, as I all I can focus on are those mysterious forest green eyes staring into my soul. There is no going back. I never want to be away from him and I would never breach his trust or confidentiality in any way, I am his forever.

  "He's right though Carrie. Carter's right that I tend to break my toys."

  I look confidently into his eyes. "Am I a toy to you?"

  "Do you think I'm just playing?"

  The thought of what he did to Carter turns me on so much and I know that he knows it.

  "I know you're not playing."

  Those eyes of his entrance me. "Do you miss your family?"

  I say as if in a hypnotic trance, "I have no family. You are my family."

  He pulls my arms above my head and pins my wrists to the door with one large hand. He pulls my dress up violently and uses his legs to spread me apart. His leg and rock hard cock are pressing up against me and I can't move. I am still. Just his. Waiting to be taken by the force of his desire. I want him to be fulfilled by me and anything he wants or deems to do is okay by me as long as I am his...forever.

  Jeremy

  The feeling of Carrie’s body trapped against mine is intoxicating. She responds to my every touch, every word. I can feel her complete submission to me in the way she waits, helpless, for my instruction. My mind starts to run through all the things I want to do to her sweet little body, untouched by any man but me. With my free hand, I run a finger over her lips, and then make a trail down her throat, loving the whimpers that leave her mouth at my touch. I am tempted to take her right here against the door…But it will be so much sweeter if I bend her to my will and leave her begging first. Still holding both of her wrists in one hand, I pull her away from the door and open it, half-leading and half-dragging her through into her bedroom.

  A dark desire fills me as I pull her towards the bed. So what if I break my toys now and then? I know this one will withstand the test of my passion. She conforms to my whims so completely, so eagerly. She is mine to do with as I please, and no one, not even Carter, will change it. He’ll have a nice scar to remind him of that.

  A few steps away from the bed, I change my mind, and bring her to stand in the middle of the room.

  “Stay right here. Do not move,” I say to her as I let go of her wrists. She remains motionless there, her arms still in the air where I left them. I suppress a little smile and go to the bed, reaching under it for a box I left there. Inside is a collection of tools I thought I might need in the taming of my little beauty. It seems, however, that I only need one of them. I pull out two lengths of soft silk rope and return to her side. Lifting her wrists up directly over her head, I take one of the ropes and bind her from wrist to elbow. Firmly enough to keep her from moving, but not tight enough to bite into her skin. The second I thread around and between her legs, weaving it from knee to mid-thig
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  Admiring my work, I walk slowly around Carrie’s body, letting my eyes run over every part of her. My fingers stroke her spine, her ass, and her thighs as I pass around. She shivers under my touch, with her arms held high over her head. She is already struggling to keep her arms up, no doubt beginning to ache being held in that position for so long. No sign of strain shows in her face, she only looks at me with adoration as I stand in front and turn to face her.

  Sliding my knife out of my pocket, I cut the fabric of her clothes off of her body, letting the shreds fall to the floor around her as she gasps in shock. When she is finally down to no more than her panties, I pocket the knife and rip the pretty lace fabric off of her with my fingers.

  “Drop your hands and open your mouth.”

  Carrie parts her lips without hesitation, her hands dropping eagerly in front of her. I hook my thumb behind her bottom teeth and pull her over to the bed. She struggles to keep up with me, her feet taking tiny tiptoe steps with her knees bound together so tightly.

  “On your knees.”

  She obeys promptly and I pull her down until she’s kneeling on the floor with her belly on the bed. I stand back to enjoy the view of her perfect ass in the air, awaiting my touch. Her toes rub against the carpet nervously, and I can tell she’s not sure about what’s going to happen next. I decide that I’ll alleviate her anxiety by telling her exactly what I plan on doing to her.

  I sit down on the bed beside her and trace the curves of her back gently. She arches her back to meet my fingers, delighting in my touch.

  “Okay, Carrie, I’m going to explain what is about to happen, step by step. If you think you’re ready for the things I’m going to do to you, I want you to say ‘Yes, please.’ Do you understand?”

  She turns her head to look at me and smiles a little, nodding her head. I grab her face in my hands and lean down to look her in the eye.

  “What do you say?”

  “Yes, please,” she replies shyly, but with a hint of excitement in her voice.

  “Good girl. First, I’m going to give you a nice spanking. The bruises I leave on your ass will remind you who you belong to.”

  “Yes, please!”

  This time, there is no shyness in her voice. My hand slides down over her lower back and brushes against her ass. The first slap is sharp, but not extremely hard. I want to warm her up slowly, let her learn to enjoy the pain.

  “After I’m finished, I’m going to fuck that pretty little pussy while you play with yourself.”

  “Yes please!”

  I bring my hand down for the second time, and the skin is already turning nice and pink. Carrie whimpers and squirms, no doubt starting to feel the lingering sting of my slaps.

  “Then I’m going to eat your pussy until you come, screaming my name.”

  “YES, please!”

  She is expecting the next slap, her body tensing up as she says the words. I shush her softly and grab her hair, holding her down against the bed.

  “Relax. It will hurt less.”

  She lets out a shaky breath, relaxing into the bed and waiting, her body still trembling with nervous excitement.

  I bring my hand down on her ass again, forcing a moan from her lips. My handprints raise in little red welts on her skin. I trace my fingers over them, causing her to suck in a breath as I touch the sensitive skin.

  “Then, I’m going to fill every hole on your body as many times as I want.”

  “Yes, please!”

  My hand comes down again, and Carrie keeps her body loose and relaxed, even though I can tell she’s awaiting the sting of my hand.

  “Last, you’re going to drink up every drop of my cum.”

  “Oh, yes, please!”

  This time when I slap her ass, Carrie moans an unmistakable sound of pure pleasure.

  “Alright, I’m going to spank you three more times. Are you ready?”

  Carrie takes another slow breath in and then lets It out.

  “Yes, please!”

  My hand slaps Carrie’s ass three times in quick succession, forcing a couple sobs from between her lips. As soon as it’s over, she relaxes against the bed, limp and quivering. I run my fingers over her red ass one more time, admiring the way the handprints contrast with her skin. Gently, I take her face in my hand and kiss her lips, whispering praise against them.

  “You did so well, Carrie.”

  She kisses me back, drinking in my sweet words. As I brush the hair away from her face and wipe the little tears that rim her eyes, she smiles at me and I can see in her expression how the pain gives way to blissful release. As my fingers trail over her shoulder and down her back, she moans, the adrenaline pumping through her making her more sensitive to even the lightest touch. I run my fingers between her ass cheeks and stroke her pussy. She is already drenched and swollen, ready for me to have my way with her.

  Once I’m done soaking up the sight of her, naked and waiting for me, I lift her up and put her on the bed on her back. I straddle her legs and look down at her with a smile. She knows what is going to happen next, and this makes her torment a little more enjoyable, as she squirms beneath me with what little freedom of movement she has. I take my time stroking her skin, running my fingers over her soft belly and cupping her beautiful tits, brushing my thumbs over her nipples. I take each of the hard nubs between two fingers and pinch, rolling them gently back and forth until she moans loud enough for the sound of her desperate voice to fill the room.

  I tug the knot loose on her leg bindings and strip the loops of rope off her. My fingers trace the pretty zigzag patterns left on her skin. Once I’ve freed her legs, I slowly strip off my bloodied shirt, discarding it to the floor. As I start to carefully unclasp my belt, Carrie whimpers beneath me, barely able to contain her desire. Her eagerness makes me smile, but I still strip my belt out of the loops and unfasten my pants slowly and deliberately. She gasps aloud as my cock pops out of my pants, hard and ready to fuck every one of her holes. Tossing my pants off the bed to join the rest of my clothes, I position myself between Carrie’s legs. Her arms come down to touch my body, but I catch her wrists before her fingers make contact with my skin.

  “Remember what I told you to do,” I say firmly and push her hands down between her thighs. She nods and gives me an apologetic look as she uses three fingers from each hand to tease her pussy lips, biting her lip and letting her eyes roam over my body. I toy with the idea of making her come before I give her my cock, but I am ready to feel her wrapped around me. When the tip of my cock presses up against her pussy, she lifts her hips up to invite me inside. Without hesitation, I sheath my entire cock inside her inch by inch, loving the way her pussy clenches around me, and then stretches to accommodate the entire length. Her eyes roll back as my hips come in contact with her ass and I hold the position for just a moment to let her feel me fully inside her.

  “Carrie, do not come without my permission, and do not stop playing with yourself. Understand?”

  She nods enthusiastically, and I’m not even sure if she understands how challenging I intend to make it, ready to jump headfirst into whatever task I ask of her. It is a part of her magnetic appeal to me, something I hadn’t expected when I first laid eyes on her, but am growing fiercely fond of. When I pull my cock halfway out and then thrust it into her hard, her eyes go wide. Her fingers make slow circles around her clit, becoming slick and shiny with the clear fluids dripping out of her pussy. Looking down at her beautiful body spread out underneath me, I’m unable to be patient. I start to fuck her hard, the sound of our bodies crashing together echoing off the walls.

  Carrie lets out a loud moan with every thrust, her fingers picking up the pace. Suddenly, she curls her fingers into fists, bringing them away from her twitching pussy.

  “Oh, oh, Jeremy! I’m going to come!”

  I give her ass a little slap, not slowing my pace at all.

  “No, you may not. And I didn’t tell you that you could stop touching yourself, did I?”
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  I slap her ass again as her fingers move hesitantly back to her pussy. She runs her fingers up and down her pussy lips, carefully avoiding her clit. It’s not enough to bring her back from the edge, however, and I can feel her body tense as she fights against the climax. She begs again and again for me to let her come, her voice getting louder as she gets closer to losing the battle against her body.

  Without warning, I pull my cock out of her and grab her wrists, pinning them to the bed above her head. She cries out in a mixture of relief and protest, breathing hard from the effort of holding back. As she catches her breath, I release her arms from their binds. Immediately, her hands find my body, running over my abs and chest worshipfully. She leaves little kisses all over my shoulders and throat.

  After a moment, I run my fingers through her hair and kiss her lips to still her frantic movements. She opens her mouth to me, drawing my tongue in and circling her own around it. As her body stills and she loses herself in the kiss, I break away from her. I stroke her face gently with my fingers and observe her expression, dark and pleading.

  “What comes next, Carrie?”

  She looks at me quietly, thinking back over my words from before. She blushes when she remembers what I intend to do to her.

  “You’re going to eat my pussy,” she says, the words leaving her lips in a way that makes me think she isn’t used to talking about herself that way.

  “That’s not all I said, is it?”

  She shakes her head no, and pauses for a moment, gathering the nerve to recite my earlier instructions.