Bind: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  The pleasure comes and crests in waves, and I know I have to come soon. I can’t hold back much longer, not with so much excitement in the air. He’s fucking me in an alley near the place where we may kill again, and the thought drives me wild. This is so stupid, so dangerous, and that’s what I love about it.

  “Now you’re fucking mine,” he whispers in my ear. “Now you’re my dirty girl.”

  “Yes,” I gasp into his hand, and I let it all wash over me.

  The orgasm hits me hard but he doesn’t hold back. He fucks me wildly, an animal rutting in my cunt, and I take him. I come hard on his thick cock, the orgasm washing out my mind and setting my whole body on fire. Tingles run in waves along my skin.

  “Fuck, girl,” he grunts, cock pushing inside of me. “God damn. I’m going to come deep in your little pussy.” He groans as comes, and I can feel his warmth fill me.

  I love the feeling of him coming inside of me. It heightens my own orgasm, makes the whole thing that much dirtier.

  Slowly, our orgasms finish together. He pulls himself from me and I turn around, my jeans and panties still pulled down around my knees, and I breath deep.

  He takes my cheek and kisses me softly on the mouth. “I’m glad you’re here,” he says.

  I stare at him, surprised. “You’re not mad?”

  “I’m mad,” he says. “But I’m glad anyway.” He pulls his pants back up. “Come on. We need to move.”

  Reluctantly, I push myself up from the wall and pull my panties and my jeans back up. “Where to?”

  “I have a spot on a roof near here.” He kisses me again softly. “We made too much noise. I’m worried we drew attention.”

  I nod, understanding. Quickly we leave the alleyway together. I follow close behind him as he walks a complicated pattern across streets and down avenues before we end up on the roof of an abandoned building nearby.

  I look at him, frowning, not sure what to think.

  My feelings for him are still strong, still scare me to an extent. I want to be with him, want to be near him, but I can’t remain a hostage in his house. We need to be equals, at least in most ways. He’ll always be the one in control, but I need to feel like he listens to me, takes what I say into account.

  Right now, I’m not sure. Maybe he does, maybe he doesn’t. I’m mostly afraid of what’s going to happen next.

  “What now?” I ask him.

  He walks over to the edge of the roof, glances back at me, and then waves me over.

  I walk to him, fear in my stomach. I’m not sure why I’m so afraid.

  “Here,” he says, indicating a spot next to him. I crouch down and follow his gaze.

  The warehouse is across the street. We have a clear view of the front and the side entrances, and I can understand why he’s been using this roof. It’s perfect, really. The building is empty and it’s set back enough that he’s not obvious up there. It has a clear view of the warehouse, plus the street behind us as well in case he needs an escape or to track someone.

  “This is where I’ve been for the last few days,” he says. “Watching. Learning.”

  “It’s lonely up here.”

  He nods. “I’m used to being alone.”

  I look at him, at the lines of his face. “You’re not alone anymore, you know.”

  He looks down. “I know,” he says, and then looks at me. “You have to understand something. I’ve been alone my whole life. I’ve never wanted to let someone into . . . this before.” He gestures at the building.

  “I want to see it all,” I say softly. “You understand that, don’t you?”

  “I do,” he says, nodding. “I want that as much as you do, maybe even more.”

  “It’s time to let me in, Noah.” I get close to him, feeling the warmth from his body. “It’s time to let this happen.”

  “You’re right,” he says simply. “I want you, Amelia. I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you that night. I’m sorry that things had to happen this way, but I’m not sorry that I took you.”

  “I’m not sorry about that, either,” I practically whisper.

  He kisses me then, and I know in that moment that something has changed. I’m not sure what, but he just dropped some kind of defense. I can feel it between us. There’s a heat, an acceptance, a new level to whatever we are.

  “Come here,” he says, pulling me against him.

  “Is this all you do? Sit here and watch?”

  “That’s it.” He grins and kisses me. “It’s not very exciting.”

  “No, it’s really not.”

  He laughs softly. “But it’s important.”

  “I know.”

  We’re silent for a second, both in our own little worlds. I want to know what he’s thinking. He’s probably never let someone in on something like this before, especially not a woman, and especially one that’s wanted by the police. He’s putting a lot of trust in me, although I did force his hand, it’s still flattering. I know he believes in me, though I’m not totally sure why.

  Maybe he can see something in me that I can’t. Maybe I’m too blinded by my imperfections to see the decent parts of me. I can’t really say for sure.

  “I want you to be a part of this,” he says. “For real. For as long as you want.”

  I nod. “That’s what I want, too.”

  “Finding you . . . learning about you . . . “ He shakes his head. “I’ve never felt this way before.”

  “I’ve never had someone care about me. I’ve never wanted to give up so much for someone.”

  “I love you, Amelia.”

  Joy wells up in my heart. “I’m in love with you too.”

  He takes me and kisses me hard. I know this is right. This is just what I wanted. We’re out in the world together, stalking our next victims, and he loves me. I love him too, and have for a while now. I can’t say when it started, when it first found me, but I know it’s true, it’s there, deep in my heart.

  I’ve never loved before, but I know this is love. I’d sacrifice for him if I had to, and I want to give him as much as I can. I want to make his life full.

  Our kiss breaks off and he has a small smirk on his face.

  “Now,” he says. “I have a plan for you.”

  “A plan?”

  He nods. “I think you’re going to like it.”

  I laugh, not able to contain my joy. “When did you come up with this?”

  “Recently. I’ve been going over the last details tonight. I was going to tell you tomorrow.”

  “Does this plan involve me helping you kill someone?”

  His grin gets even bigger. “You’re damn right it does.”

  I kiss him softly on the mouth. “Oh, Noah. How did you know? It’s exactly what I wanted.” I smile huge at him.

  He laughs and wraps his arms around me. “I thought you’d be excited.”

  “I’m very excited.”

  “Good.” He pulls back for a second. “It’ll be dangerous. You know that, right?”

  “I know.”

  “We might get hurt. Maybe even killed. Maybe even caught.”

  “I’ll take the risk.”

  “And after, we’re leaving this city.”

  That surprises me. I watch him carefully for a second.

  “Are you sure?” I ask him. “I’ve never been away from here. It’s . . . it’s home. And I know you have a lot here, too.”

  “I have nothing here and neither do you,” he says. He takes my hand and holds it tight between his. “There’s too much at stake for us now. We don’t need to be in this city. I have money. We can go wherever we want, do whatever we want. The world can be ours.”

  I watch him for a second and let his words sink in. I know I have a choice in front of me, and I’m afraid to make it.

  But the choice is an obvious one. I need to get past my fear and embrace what this is. I love him and I always will love him, no matter what city we’re living in.

  “Okay,” I say. “After this, we�
�ll leave.”

  “Good girl.” He kisses me and we both turn to watch the warehouse.

  I don’t know what he has planned. I’m sure it’s something dangerous, violent, deadly, and fun as hell. But it doesn’t matter what the plan is in the end. It really doesn’t matter. I’ll do whatever he tells me to do, because he’s the one. I’ll always listen to hm. I’ll always obey, even when I disobey.

  I’m in his hands. I’m in his capable hands. We’ll do this plan of his and then we’ll escape the city. I’ll never go to prison and I’ll always be free with him. I squeeze his hands, watching the warehouse, wondering what the hell is going to happen.

  I can’t know. But I’m so excited to find out what he has in store for me that I can barely sit still.

  It’s going to be big. I can already feel it.

  27

  Amelia

  My heart is hammering as I lean up against the statue’s base, trying to keep myself calm. It’s around three in the morning and cooler than usual. I think I can smell rain in the air, but Noah assured me that it won’t matter either way.

  I can’t see him, but I know he’s nearby. Or at least I hope he is. According to the plan, I’m supposed to wait and then do my thing. But I haven’t seen him in nearly an hour, and I’m starting to worry.

  It’s been a week since the night we told each other that we love each other. One week of bliss and preparation for Noah’s plan. At first, I have to admit that I was skeptical. I wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to do or not, but as he explained it to me again, I could tell that it was clear. If we pulled this off, we’d get away with everything.

  But we have to pull it off first, I wasn’t sure that we could do it at first, but over the last few days, Noah has really drilled this down into me. I know my part by heart, and I know that I won’t screw it up. But it’s one thing to practice on his property over and over and another to actually do it in real life.

  Not to mention the stakes are much higher tonight than they have been in days past. If I screwed up during practice, it didn’t matter. It just meant that Noah would punish me a little bit harder later that night, and frankly that wasn’t much of a deterrent.

  But if I messed up tonight, it could mean our lives. Or worse, it could mean getting caught by the cops and thrown into prison. Everything hinges on this, and I’m nervous as hell.

  I wish I could see him. I want to hear him reassure me one more time, though I know that I probably don’t need it. I know my role and truthfully it’s pretty small. Crucial, but small. Anyone could do it.

  But it has to be me. We both agreed on that. I have to be a part of this.

  I check my watch for the fiftieth time and when I look up, my heart nearly skips a beat. I can see clear across the city, down over the bridge, and the night is quiet. Nobody else has been out. Except walking toward me, just coming onto the bridge, is a person wearing all black.

  It has to be her. My heart starts freaking out, beating so fast, and I have to turn away and calm myself. I’m so nervous it almost hurts. My palms are sweating and my knees feel shaky. I take deep, deep breaths and think about everything I talked about with Noah. I wonder if he can see me right now, but it doesn’t matter. I know what I have to do.

  I stay up against the statue I’m standing next to. I’m hidden in the shadows and I know she can’t see me. Noah scouted this spot out and placed me here on purpose. I can see her, but she won’t be able to spot me, not yet at least. I adjust myself, cleaning up my appearance a little bit as she walks over the bridge. I wait until she’s about two thirds of the way across and then I begin to walk.

  This is the hardest part. I have to time it right. As I step out onto the sidewalk and start moving toward her, I adjust my face, trying to look casual.

  I glance up and take a quick look at her. She’s around my height, probably in her fifties, with dyed jet black hair and thick makeup. She’s pretty, or at least she once was when she was younger. She looks tired and stressed, and her eyes are down on the ground.

  I look away and hurry. I’m moving too slow, and for a second I think I’m not going to make it.

  But I do. We meet just as she gets to the end of the bridge. This is the spot, and I step toward her to make my move.

  She steps back, looking surprised. She reaches toward her purse for something and I smile at her.

  “Excuse me,” I say. “I’m so sorry. Am I going west right now? Or south? I’m like, I don’t know, a little drunk? And new in town. So I’m a little lost.”

  She looks at me for a second then relaxes. I’m wearing a Northface jacket, a pair of black tights, and Ugg boots. I look like a typical college girl, and I’m even pretending to be a little drunk.

  “You’re going west,” she confirms. “Where are you headed, sweetie?”

  I can feel my excitement rising. If this is the right person, and it has to be, it’ll happen any second now.

  “Like, my friend is out, I don’t know, like, out there somewhere?” I point west, in the direction she just came. “I forget what street. I know it’s in here somewhere,” I say, looking into my purse, pretending to be looking for my phone.

  That’s the sign. It’s the sign. He should make his move.

  Nothing happens.

  I dig a second longer, trying to delay. “Shoot,” I say. “I can’t find it.”

  “I can help, just let me know where you need to be. Or I can call a cab for you.”

  She’s being surprisingly nice. I have to remind myself that she’s the Madame at a whorehouse which carries young girls.

  “Cab? I don’t know, do I have money?” I keep talking, just to keep her distracted. “I think Joey said, like, I could walk home? I left that bar back there, you know that loud one, and Joey was all like, you’re so drunk. And I was like, I’m fine, you know? I’m fine. I’m a grown woman. I can do what I want.”

  I can tell that the more I speak, the less interested this woman is. She’s inching away now, already trying to disengage herself from this conversation. I can’t let her get away, though. Noah should be here by now, should have made his move, but it’s quiet and I’m panicking.

  I can feel it. I’m panicking. Deep inside my core I’m panicking, I’m terrified, this is almost my worst nightmare. Noah should have come out already, made his move, did his thing. But he’s not here and I’m alone with this horrible, terrifying woman, and I’m babbling like an idiot.

  I can just walk away. I can just walk. If I do, I can get the nearest cab and be back at Noah’s place in an hour. It’ll cost me all the money I have on me, but what’s it matter? I can just walk away.

  The panic steals my mind away from me. Fear does that. It’s the mind killer. I read that phrase is a book somewhere. Fear is the mind killer. Noah gave me a book with that phrase in it.

  I take a step away from the Madame. She’s watching me, head cocked. She said something, but I missed it. I realize that I’ve been babbling about this fake party the whole time.

  She’s suspicious. I can see it.

  Then there’s a dark blur to my left. It’s fast and it’s terrifying as it flows up the bridge wall and descends onto the Madame.

  She doesn’t have time to scream. Noah is on top of her, a syringe shoved into her neck, faster than I can even blink. I’m shocked as he looks up at me, the Madame collapsing into his arms.

  “Get her feet,” he says.

  My senses come back to me in a flood. I leap forward and grab her feet, just like we practiced. We carry her over to the edge of the bridge and, instead of water, there’s a ledge down below. Noah goes first, leaving the Madame dangling in my grip. Once he’s down, I release her. She drops onto him, knocking them to the ground, but we planned for that. I climb down after him once he’s up and seems okay.

  It took maybe ten seconds at most. Once the Madame was out, we moved as fast as we could, and probably did that little maneuver faster than we ever did in practice. Noah rigged this complicated little training system in
his house complete with a crazy-heavy practice dummy which we used to go over that little trick maybe a hundred times.

  I help Noah carry the woman along the ledge and under the bridge. We disappear into the dark and then I throw myself at him.

  His arms wrap me in a hug. “It’s okay,” he says softly. “It’s okay.”

  “You didn’t come,” I say, nearly crying.

  “I’m sorry. There was a homeless man looking through a trashcan. I had to wait for him to move on.”

  I nod, getting myself together. He told me that was a possibility. If someone was around to witness that, he wouldn’t come out. He said I had to be prepared to stall.

  I wasn’t prepared, not at all. I panicked. I almost ruined it.

  “She saw through me,” I say. “I felt it.”

  “She didn’t see anything,” he says. “It doesn’t matter. We have her.”

  We part and then look down at the woman.

  “Is that her?” I whisper.

  “It’s her,” he confirms.

  “She’s older than I would have thought.”

  “Help me tie her up.”

  Noah produces a rope and together we tie her hands and her feet. We make sure that they’re tight and then we bind her to a support for the bridge using the last of the rope.

  The ledge isn’t wide, but it’s enough for the three of us. Noah looks at me and smiles, and I get a good look at him for the first time.

  He’s dressed all in black, just like the night at my father’s and the night we took Sheer. He has a large backpack on his back filled with the most important parts of this whole thing. He drops it down to his side and pulls out a large knife, the same knife that I used to kill Mark.

  “Ready?” he asks.

  “I’m ready.”

  “Just let me do the talking.” He takes another syringe from his bag and shoves this one in her neck.

  It wakes her up with a start, just like Sheer woke up. She tries to thrash and she looks around wildly, but the ropes are tight and firm.

  “Where--?”

  “Don’t speak.” Noah gets right in her face. “If you scream or call out, you will die. Do you understand?”