Filthy: A Dark Romance (A Damaged Romance Duet Book 2)

by Michelle Horst

  As I come apart under him, his breathing speeds ups. He drinks in the sight of me coming and it makes the waves of ecstasy hit even harder.

  I watch as his lips part and his breaths rush from him. He doesn’t grunt or slam into me as he comes. His body trembles with mine until we both slump down from the passionate moment we just shared.

  I’ve never felt so safe, so loved and so treasured before, and the emotions overwhelm me.

  Chapter Twenty Eight

  Adam~

  “I’m going to be gone for a few days,” I whisper.

  She lifts her head from my chest. “Where are you going?”

  I clear my throat. “I’m going with Jack. We’re going to set Cameron’s place on fire. Jack needs revenge so he can move on.” I’m not going to lie to her, especially not after the moment we shared tonight. I haven’t even been inside of her yet, but she owns me.

  “What if they catch you?” Her voice trembles with fear, and I hate that it’s because of me.

  “I’ll make sure they don’t catch us. We’re going to do it at night. Cameron keeps his guards on the inside. They won’t see us coming until it’s too late.”

  Her eyes start to shimmer with tears and she bites into her cheek. She shakes her head and it makes her hair brush over her breasts.

  I reach for her and pull her back on top of me. I pull her right against my chest and kiss her slowly.

  “Let me just love you, Sophia. Everything will be okay.”

  “Promise,” she whispers against my lips.

  “I promise I’ll always be with you.”

  She wraps her fingers tightly around my cock, and starts to stroke me. It took everything I had to not lose my control earlier. I’m not sure I can do that again.

  “Fuck,” I growl as she tightens her fist around my cock.

  She presses her mouth to my ear and whispers, “I want to feel you inside me, Adam.” I roll her over onto her back. “I want you to come inside me.” I push myself up and then kiss my way down her body.

  When I reach her pussy, I lick her in one hard stroke. She grabs at me with both of her hands, her fingers twisting in my hair. I push my tongue into her, and it makes her hips jerk with pleasure. I glance up at her and watch as her breaths race over her lips, her cheeks flushed.

  I suck at her clit and it makes her suck in a sharp breath. I keep thrusting my tongue inside of her until her hips start to jerk, and she starts to rub her pussy against my mouth.

  I crawl back up her trembling body and reach for the bedside table. I grab a condom from the drawer and quickly put it on. I settle my body over hers, relishing in the feel of her soft curves under me.

  I caress her breasts and brush my hand down the length of her body. Positioning my cock at her entrance, I keep my eyes locked with hers as I push inside of her.

  When I’m seated to the hilt, I press my mouth hard against hers, kissing her with everything I feel for her.

  She grabs hold of my shoulders, digging her nails into my skin.

  She fills every part of me until there’s only her.

  Our bodies start to move in perfect sync until we’re trembling as we come. I don’t pull out but move slowly in and out of her. I memorize the feel of her, her wild hair, her parted lips, her blue eyes – every single thing.

  Chapter Twenty Nine

  Sophia~

  Adam slipped away while I was sleeping. I try to help Miss Ella but I’m just getting in the way. After a while I give up and I go sit out front on the patio. My eyes are glued to the road. I don’t move unless it’s to use the bathroom.

  When night falls, River comes out with a blanket. She doesn’t say anything but I can see she’s just as worried as I am. She places the blanket over me, and whispers, “They’ll be back.”

  Every now and then, I doze off, but I can’t sleep.

  What if something goes wrong? What if they are caught?

  I feel empty without Adam. He has become my everything, and I want him back.

  The hours creep by slowly and my eyes are burning from watching the road, but I don’t stop.

  I see movement and I blink a couple of times. Two silhouettes are coming down the road. I jump up and run towards them.

  “Adam!” I cry as I get close.

  He opens his arms and I almost jump him off his feet. I throw my arms around his neck and I start to kiss any spot on his face that I can reach.

  “You’re back.”

  “I’ll always come back to you,” he says.

  He puts me down and I see him flinch with pain. “You’re hurt!”

  “Shh … shh, it’s nothing,” he calms me. He takes my hand and we walk around the house to Adam’s home. “Come help me get cleaned up.”

  When we get home, Adam pulls me into the bathroom with him. “I fucking missed you,” he growls and he pulls me closer. He takes me into the shower, and turns on the faucets.

  He reaches for my dress, and pulls the wet fabric over my head before he undresses himself.

  He takes soap and works it into a ball of foam. My eyes drop to his chest as he starts to lather his skin. His hands glide over his chest and his abs and I have to admit that I’ve never seen anything like it.

  I feel tingles just about everywhere as I watch his hand glide over his wet skin.

  His hands move over his abs and then further down until he takes hold of his hard cock. I watch him stroke himself and my legs almost go numb from the wave of desire coursing through me.

  He rinses the soap off and then he works the bar of soap into a ball of foam again. This time his hands glide over my body and when he reaches down between my legs, I moan from the pleasure.

  He rinses the suds from my body and turns the water off. He doesn’t bother with a towel as he takes my hand, and leads me back to the room.

  He gets on the bed and then lies down on his back. My breathing speeds up as his fingers close around his cock again and he starts to stroke it in long, hard strokes. He doesn’t give me any commands, and just lies on the bed, stroking himself.

  Slowly, I move forward and crawl onto the bed, and straddle him. He lines himself up with my entrance and I slowly sink down, taking him into me.

  I place both hands on his chest and his hands go to my hips. He caresses my skin as his hands slip up my sides, then over my breasts.

  I lean down and press my mouth to his. The kiss is gentle at first, but quickly grows as the desire builds between us.

  Against my mouth he murmurs, “You’re so fucking perfect.”

  I deepen our kiss and at the same time, I start to rock my hips. He groans deeply and I feel the sound all the way to my stomach.

  We slowly rock together and it feels as if we are becoming one. I’ve never felt so close to another person. It feels as if he’s completing me.

  I sit back and he goes even deeper, hitting a spot that draws a moan from me. I start to move up and down and all the while Adam never takes his eyes off me. He watches as the tension builds in me. Each thrust brings me closer to that sweet release.

  The tingles start to get intense and then I rock wildly against him. I tilt my head back as ecstasy makes me tremble with pleasure.

  He grips my hips again, and starts to thrust into me while I clench around him. His fingers dig into my skin and he pulls me down hard. I watch as his whole body tenses, his muscles rippling as his breathing stops.

  He thrusts one more time into me. He didn’t once take his eyes off mine. He let me have control and it felt amazing.

  I lean over him and kiss him softly. I’ll do anything for this man. I want to make him as happy as he has made me.

  “Thank you for letting me love you,” I whisper against his mouth.

  He smiles softly. “Anything for you.”

  ***

  I walk down to the chapel, hoping to find Jack there. I can’t ignore things any longer, especially after the other day.

  I tried to tell Jack that I’m sorry for raping him. That’s what it was. I won
’t lie to myself to make me feel better. I could have refused to have sex with Jack. Yes, they would have killed me for disobeying them, but that didn’t make what I did right.

  When I find him sitting by the chapel, I take a deep breath and push through.

  “Jack,” I whisper.

  His head snaps up and when he sees that it’s me, he doesn’t say anything. He just stares at me for a while, then he says, “Don’t say you’re sorry.”

  I nod, and swallowing hard, I say, “I won’t. I know the words won’t take away the pain.”

  He leans forward, resting his arms on his legs. Looking out over the garden, he says, “I get it, Sophia. It was either do what you’re told, or you were killed.”

  “I still had a choice and I made the wrong one.”

  “That house was a festering ground for bad choices.”

  That’s the truth. I wipe my hands nervously over my dress. “I know it’s going to take time. I can’t change the past but I’d like to try and show you that I’m not that person anymore. Even if it takes years, I’d appreciate a chance to show you that the person who raped you is dead. That I’m not her.”

  When he just remains quiet, I turn around. I had to try.

  “Sophia.”

  I swing back and watch with huge eyes as he walks toward me. He stares down at me until a tear slips over my cheek. I try to swallow them back.

  To my surprise he reaches for my face. He hesitates for a moment before he wipes the tear away.

  “You were just a kid,” he says.

  I shake my head and the words burst from me, “Don’t forgive me, Jack. Nothing will ever justify what I did.”

  “We were both just kids,” he says, ignoring what I just said. “We both did fucked up things for different reasons. We won’t be friends today, not tomorrow, not next week, not next month.”

  I nod, grateful that he at least spoke to me. I start to turn away when he says, “Who knows. We might be friends in a couple of years.”

  I smile at him and swallow down all the emotions washing over me.

  “Thank you, Jack.”

  He nods and I watch as he walks away from me.

  I’m willing to work hard to show him that I’m a new person. I’m just glad I have a chance.

  Life is full of choice and chances. What we do with them is up to us.

  I choose to be happy and I’ll take every chance to make it happen.

  The End

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  DIRTY

  Prologue

  Jack

  (Eight years old…)

  Angrily, I wipe at the tears blurring my sight. I want to see Momma’s smile. Desperation and fear squeeze my heart until it hurts.

  “Jack,” Momma wheezes. She sounds very sick. I can see it’s hard for her to breathe. She manages to open one of her swollen eyes a little. It looks like it hurts.

  I quickly rinse the cloth, and try to wipe up some of the blood, dribbling from the corner of her mouth.

  “I’m here, Momma,” I say, my voice thick with tears. I gently pat her hair, the same way she always pats mine when I’ve hurt myself. I wish I could hug her, but I’m scared I’ll hurt her.

  “Promise … me, Jack,” she whispers.

  “Anything, Momma.” I nod eagerly. I’ll do anything to see her smile. My momma has the prettiest smile. It always makes me feel safe.

  “Promise … you’ll … look after … David.” Her breaths wheeze in and out, making whistling sounds that scare me.

  “I promise, Momma.” Her mouth twitches as she smiles at me. “I’ll look after David.”

  She keeps smiling for a long time. I sit by her, wiping the blood from her face and arms. As long as Momma smiles, everything will be okay.

  I crawl onto the tiny bed and lay down beside her, taking her hand in mine. When I feel how cold her fingers are, I try to rub some warmth into them. I close my eyes for a bit, feeling tired from worrying over Momma.

  The door slams open, waking me with a fright. Quickly, I sit up as Father walks toward us. He always looks angry, especially when he sees me. He stops next to the bed and he gives Momma a harsh look. He leans over her and takes hold of her jaw, making her smile disappear. He turns her face towards him, his fingers digging into her pale skin.

  He lets her go with a shove, shouts loudly, “Sven!”

  Sven and Eduardo follow Father everywhere. They’re always mean and I’ve learned to stay out of their way.

  “Yes, Sir?” Sven stands by the door, his hands clasped in front of him.

  “Go burn the body,” Father says, his voice angry and scary.

  I blink a few times as Sven walks toward us and picks up Momma. He throws her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. My eyes widen as I realize what’s happening. I jump from the bed and race after Sven.

  “Leave her alone!” I start to pound my tiny fists into his back. I don’t care that I’ll get in trouble. I just have to make him stop. “Put Momma back on the bed. She’s sleeping.”

  A hand clasps cruelly at the back of my neck and yanks me backwards.

  “It’s time for you to become a man,” Father growls.

  He shoves me forward and I have to jog to keep up with his big steps.

  We walk out the back door and past the pretty flowers Momma loves so much. She always stops to smell them. We keep going, further than I’ve ever been with Momma when we come outside for walks. We near a building, the brown one I’ve been told not to go close to.

  Sven opens the heavy looking door and steps inside. Father shoves me again, making me stumble inside. Sven throws Momma on the floor, her body falling in an awkward position. My eyes are huge and burning. As I start to tremble from being scared, I have to bite back the tears.

  I watch as Sven opens a steel door, picks Momma up, and puts her inside the tiny space. It looks like a huge oven.

  I can’t see what Sven does because his big body blocks my view. Suddenly, flames jump out of nowhere, quickly swallowing Momma.

  I yank away from Father, a loud scream bursting from my dry lips. “No!”

  I grab hold of Momma’s foot, and start to pull at her, trying my best to save her. The flames lick at my hand, hot and painful. I don’t let go until fingers wrap around my neck, ripping me away from Momma and flinging me backwards. My body slams into the wall, and the impact makes a sharp pain rattle through my body. I fall to the floor, biting on my bottom lip to keep the tears from falling.

  Father’s huge body towers over me, making fear explode inside my racing heart.

  He glares at Sven, and says, “It’s time for the boy to start earning his keep. Put him with the other slaves.”

  I don’t understand what that means. My eyes fall on Momma as the flames eat her. I can’t tear my eyes away from her.

  My eyes burn from the fire.

  My hand burns from the fire.

  My heart burns because I know that I won’t see Momma’s smile again.

  Everything burns.

  Chapter 1

  Jack

  (Twenty
-Seven years old…)

  I wipe the corner of my mouth and throw the napkin on the plate, before I go back to staring out the window. Winter is almost over and soon the roses will bloom again. I need to go trim the bushes and trees.

  It’s one of the few pleasures I’m allowed.

  If I cooperate, I’m allowed outside to tend to the gardens and my greenhouse. If I have to stay locked in this house every single day, I’ll lose my fucking mind. I’d rather spend my days outside being a gardener, than being this pathetic excuse of a man that allows others to use him.

  But as long as I obey, David remains safe and cared for. In the end, that’s all that matters. I have to hold back and can’t put up a fight. I have to let those rich fuckers have their way with me so David will be spared.

  I’m one of the few slaves that are allowed to move freely around the estate. But if I don’t cooperate, the few privileges I’m allowed will be taken away.

  I know they want me to fight back. They are waiting for me to step out of line, just so they can beat the shit out of me. These fuckers get off on inflicting pain.

  When Cameron feels like I need a reminder of what I am, he sends the other slaves to teach me a lesson. I’ve been beaten and raped by them so many times, I’ve lost count. There’s nowhere I’m safe. I’ve forgotten what it feels like to just be myself. I can’t even shower without having my guard up. The fucked-up part is that even though they’ve beaten and raped me countless times, I’ve never done that to them. I refuse to take part in raping another person, because I will not become a monster.

  The only reason I have not killed anyone yet is because I’m constantly warned that David will be sold into a life of slavery, should I not obey every command given.

  I submit to them because of the promise I made to my dying mother before they burned her like she was nothing but trash. It’s my responsibility to keep David safe, and as long as it’s in my power to keep that promise, I will.