He rose, pulling away from me. “What are you doing?” I asked, far too despairing for my liking, but too ready to combust to care.
“Up, pants off, and you on the ottoman,” he ordered. I wasn’t much for orders—never had been and never would be.
“No,” I told him boldly as I dropped my sweatpants around my ankles and stepped out of them. Onyx’s eyes dilated as he fisted his hands. Clearly, he both enjoyed and loathed defiance, much like the way I felt about the man in front of me.
He took a step closer. “You’re going to fuck me.” My bold attempt went south quickly when Onyx wrapped his arm around my waist pulling me to his hard chest. His lips came down hard on mine, possessive and dominating. I kissed him fiercely, biting his bottom lip and earning a deep growl from him.
Onyx lifted me, and I had to wrap my legs around his hips. Both our cores lined up and his hardness made me hotter so I rubbed on it, hitting my clit and almost getting myself to orgasm.
Almost.
He shifted, purposely denying me the relief I so desperately sought.
My back hit one of the blank walls, my head thudding against it. His hands came under my ass until he got me where he wanted me. One of his hands was between us undoing his pants.
It was a fury and rush of need. I broke away needing air, his lips coming to my neck, biting and licking. Thrashing, I couldn’t seem to get him close enough to me and push him away at the same time. My body found itself in the same war my mind had been in since meeting Onyx Blake.
My hands clutched on to his neck. I needed him inside me, thrusting, working, and pushing us both to the next level.
“You don’t need these anymore,” he said, reaching under us and tearing the underwear from my body. His fingers replaced them. “Hot and ready. This pussy is mine.” His lips came down hard on mine as he thrust himself to the hilt inside of me.
A scream broke through at his intrusion. He was large and the stretch was painful at first, my head went into his neck to hide the whimpers. My insides were lava hot as I felt the burn of my walls stretching to fit him.
His thrusts were punishing each one harder than the last. He kept giving, pushing, and I kept taking and craving even more. I was going mad with the way he made me feel.
“This means nothing. I still hate you,” I ground out on a moan as my body climbed higher and higher. A light sheen coated my skin, and I wanted him to pound into me harder as much as I wanted him to let me go back to my life before him.
His teeth bit down on my shoulder. “Don’t have to like me to fuck me.” He pounded my pussy so hard, I thought my back was going to go through the wall. My nails dug into his skin as my hair flew around with my movements.
The orgasm was right there, right where I needed it to be. It was like an edge of a waterfall, a beautiful crashing of water and rocks. I wanted to fall over the edge with it.
Onyx stilled inside of me, and I looked at him in panic. “Don’t stop!” His laugh was cruel as he set me down on the floor, his cock pulling out of me. My body physically ached at the withdrawal. I was so close I became desperate. And a desperate woman in bed I had never been. This intensity between us was too much.
He pointed to the chair. “Knees on the arms, hands on the back. Now,” he demanded, and this time I felt a sordid chill go up my spine.
I wanted to come so badly that I did as he said. It was the perfect position for Onyx’s height because when he slammed into me, I fell into the chair. “Fuck!” I yelled loudly with his brutal entry.
Punishingly, he gripped my hips hard, using them for leverage with each thrust. So much so I felt my legs moving to help him out. I hate him. This is just sex, nothing more. I was swirling down into the water once again, focusing solely on the feelings he was stirring in my body.
His arm came around my waist and pulled me flush with his body. This position turned me wild as he hit the spot inside of me that no man had ever been able to find. He repeatedly found it while biting down on my neck and pulling me to his lips to kiss him. I was in too deep with a man I didn’t trust and playing a game I didn’t understand. In that moment, though, I didn’t care. I needed this carnal desire, this wild need, and this abandoned mind to see just how far he could push my body.
The force of his thrusts pushed me off the chair, and I had to try to balance once I went back down. It was ruthless, demanding, and hot as hell.
His other hand came around my front and ferociously rubbed my clit almost painfully, but it was more than enough. Everything in the world disappeared as the wave of euphoria took over me; my eyes shut and my back arched as screams tore from my lips. Spots of bright lights formed behind my lids. I felt his cock still digging into me as a splash of liquid fell down my thighs. I couldn’t think clearly from the dizzying thoughts as my mind almost felt separated from my body in a bliss I never imagined existed.
“Fuck yeah, make that pussy come all over my cock,” he grunted mercilessly, pushing in and out of me. Lightning zapped me inside as my entire body shook. The only thing I had to hold on to was Onyx’s neck and with it awkwardly behind me, I did the best I could. My body was liquid, and I had no control as I kept going through the aftershocks as if I was climbing and building to another climax.
Hard thrust after hard thrust, then he stilled, grunting in my hair and neck. Breathing heavy, I opened my eyes realizing quickly the mistake I just made. Now, I knew what he felt like. I knew what he could do to my body. I knew I’d never had better and would never have this again. It was a dangerous concoction—the man with the power and my body so willing to defy my mind.
Leaning forward and resting my hands on the back of the chair, he pulled out of me and I felt his come falling out of my body.
As he stepped back further and further, the room got frigidly cold. The distance between us grew with every inch he managed to gain away. Getting down from the chair, I let the shirt fall down me covering all my parts. I felt my cheeks heat as the embarrassment began to build. His semen was running down my thigh almost to my knees, and I needed to clean up.
When I turned around, Onyx wouldn’t look at me. He didn’t smile in triumph like I expected. He didn’t look like a man who’d been fucked hard and well. He didn’t look like the cocky man I was used to seeing. It was like a mask fell down over his eyes hard and tight. In fact, the man before me was the very stranger I dismissed at my sister’s house, only darker. And after spending three weeks with the man, I’d thought we’d at least be civil to one another.
He grabbed his pants and shoved his legs in them, then moved to the door and opened it. Onyx, not turning around, said, “Don’t wash yourself. My come stays on you.” He then slammed the door behind him, my body jolting from the sound.
The sweatpants sat off to the side and I threw them on hastily, knowing I would smear him over my legs. Feelings of deep regret rode me hard, twisting my gut and swirling in my head. It wasn’t good for him. He got off yes, but he didn’t enjoy it. Hell, he couldn’t even look me in the eye afterward. Why I cared, I couldn’t figure out, but I did. The blow to my ego was a deep cut I had never felt before.
How could he manage to take me so high and my body not return the favor? I wasn’t overly experienced, but I definitely wasn’t a virgin either. I’d never been told I was a horrid lover, but his reaction to me made me feel it. Once again, I found myself torn between feeling something with this man and finding absolute disgust and hate for what he had put me through.
What the fuck had I been thinking. Sitting down in the chair and curling myself into a ball, I shut my eyes, wishing I could leave here. Wishing this man didn’t hold my sister’s future in his hands. Wishing that I would have stuck to my guns and said no. But I was weak. I gave in. And now, I had this aching part inside of me that felt worse than anything I felt before.
While my body carried his mark physically, I couldn’t help but wonder about the damage to my soul. How could someone so determined to break me bring me so much pleasure? How could this
stranger push me so far beyond my boundaries and still walk away?
How would I survive another encounter with Onyx Blake?
My love for my sister knew no bounds, but where would I be when this entire arrangement was complete? Somehow, I knew nothing would ever be the same again.
Onyx left me in the empty library of white walls, white furniture. He dragged me into his world full of void and ice. Looking around the space I not so long ago envisioned with books and life, I found it to truly be empty like the man who just left the room.
I never knew a person could be without feeling until today. What’s worse, I had an intuition screaming in my head that told me the only way to survive Onyx Blake was to become as blank, stark, and unyielding as this house.
My eyes closed and my mind shut down as I found myself exhausted from tonight’s activities. My last thought, as I drifted to sleep, was that I was in way over my head.
15
Onyx
I had to walk out. There was no other option. Seeing her with my come running down her toned legs made me rock hard in an instant, ready to go again and be inside of her.
Never show weakness.
I couldn’t let her see the power she had over me with a single sexual encounter. I was never a considerate lover. That didn’t mean I couldn’t bring a woman to orgasm multiple times. No, it meant I didn’t give a fuck whether they felt good when I left or not. Torryn was the complete opposite and that couldn’t happen. I couldn’t care—that wasn’t me.
Every step I took away from her and that room was painful.
My cock ached in protest as if it had suddenly found home. I had never had a home, and Torryn McAllister’s pussy certainly wouldn’t be it.
Trying to shake off the thoughts, I went to my room. Stepping into the closet to drop my clothes, I looked around to see the dresses hanging untouched by her.
Funny, the hours I spent personally shopping for these garments that I thought would accentuate her features and push her out of her comfort zone. While I knew she would be beautiful in any of them, her in my personal clothing was my undoing.
My sweatpants hung on her luscious curves and my work shirt enveloped her body like it was protecting a package that was all mine. These clothes hanging had nothing on that.
She wasn’t supposed to be like this. None of it was actually planned to happen this way, and I hated when plans didn’t go accordingly. Torryn McAllister wasn’t simply collateral for her sister’s baby, that was a convenient occurrence actually. Her showing up full of spit-fire attitude and then dismissing me, well, she didn’t know who she was dealing with. No, she was part of a bigger plan that had nothing to do with my business and everything to do with my past.
Shaking it off, I shoved my hand in my pocket, removing the Zippo lighter I took everywhere I went. I looked to the shiny silver box, flipping the top, and striking the flint.
The blaze ignited and the flame shot up proud and tall. It reminded me of the night I used this very lighter to set my life up in an inferno.
Oranges, reds, yellows, the colors danced in every flicker. Memories captivated me, smelling the smoke and taking everything in around me. Closing the top, I extinguished the flame, but my mind couldn’t shut off the way her eyes blazed with passion for me. Everything seemed to go back to her.
Uncontrollable need consumed Torryn tonight.
She let go of everything and gave me her whole body.
Submission.
I didn’t seek it from her. Taking her from her life wasn’t all about bending her to my will. As I thrust in and out of her slick heat, I felt myself losing sight of where this all began and that needed to be my focus. Pussy was a place to find release, not a place to find home—ever.
I had my fair share of women, and no hole ever tied me up like what happened tonight. My intention was to fuck with her head. I achieved this with my exit, but what I wasn’t prepared for was the way I would feel walking out.
For the first time, I had fucked with my own head as much as I had someone else’s. It wouldn’t happen again.
After a shower with my body wound up tight, I stepped out into my room to see the bed empty. My large ornate bed seemed lost without her body in it. Laying down without her, I couldn’t get comfortable. Tossing and turning, I kept seeking a comfort I knew I wouldn’t find until she was beside me again. Wearing just my boxers, I took the strides down to the library where I found her curled up in the chair asleep.
Lifting her, she stirred but didn’t wake as I settled her in the bed beside me. Wrapping myself around her, I drifted into a contented sleep with only one thing on my mind.
It was time to call James.
The next morning, I came down stairs leaving Torryn still sleeping. Shutting down the thoughts of how beautiful she looked, or how she was all color in a bed of white, I pressed on.
Every step away from her physically was another reminder that I needed to get my head back in this. There was a purpose, and it needed to be carried out.
I didn’t do attachments, entanglements, or relationships. Torryn McAllister wouldn’t be changing that. I needed to remember the end game, not her laying in my damn bed.
James Shears needed another reminder who held the power.
Gripping my phone, I sent the text.
Dinner Tonight 1900, Rutherford’s. I have something you want.
Immediately, a reply came through.
Unless it’s watching you take your last breath, you have nothing I want.
The laugh erupted from me. He hadn’t the slightest idea of what I had, and he wanted it more than his next breath.
Do you really want to take the chance to miss something so very important?
In the kitchen, Ellen Sue was already up and cooking. Taking a seat, I grabbed the newspaper and opened it, knowing very well James would be at dinner. He couldn’t resist. That’s the thing about him, I knew him better than anyone. I had to. The history we shared made it imperative I maintained a hold over him. He couldn’t back down from a challenge or the thought that I’d have something he held precious. He’d stew about it all day, wondering what I had, twisting all thoughts inside him to only focus on me. I wouldn’t escape him, and it would wind him up exactly the way I wanted.
Ellen Sue started to plate the food.
“Save it. I’ll wait for Torryn.”
Ellen Sue looked at me. “Does our guest know that you know how to use her name?” The older woman smiled softly at me.
“She does.”
Ellen Sue leaned against the counter. “She’s good for you, Onyx.”
“And I’m good for no one. She’s collateral in a transaction. That’s it,” I explained to the woman who knew far too much about me and had no issues with saying what she thought during our private conversations.
Ellen Sue moved to stand beside me where she cupped my chin to make me look at her. It was a reminder of how she would do this very move when I was just a little boy to get my undivided attention. “She doesn’t have to be, Onyx. As for good and bad, every being in this world is a blend of the good and the bad. It’s not a single person’s place to judge, condemn, or crucify.”
Dropping my eyes from her gaze, I didn’t bother to remind her that I had been the one to judge, condemn, and crucify. She knew it and didn’t need the details brought out again, neither did I.
“You boys were given a hard beginning. Onyx, you can let that go and have so much more than you already do.”
Shaking my head, she released her grip and went back to work. Ellen Sue knew when to push and when to be silent. This wasn’t the time. I still had too much to do with Torryn for her to spend time convincing me the Devil didn’t own my soul.
Redemption wasn’t in my cards. I made peace with it a long time ago.
Torryn entered just as Ellen Sue made it back to the stove. Perfect timing. I didn’t need my houseguest to realize that I had respect for Ellen Sue. It would be better for her to think of me as the asshole she had seen in
action because I was. Ellen Sue was just different.
“Good morning,” Ellen Sue greeted, plating our food as Torryn came to take her place at the table beside me.
“Good morning,” Torryn replied with a tired tone, to which Ellen Sue greeted her in return with a smile.
She was still in my clothes from last night. Instantly, my cock hardened wondering if she was still feeling me, if she was still covered in my come. If her pussy was throbbing and sore. She sat down, avoiding looking at me, ignoring me—again.
“Collateral, we have a dinner tonight. Pick a dress, preferably a short one. I’ll be here to retrieve you at five sharp. It’s formal. You will go and behave as my significant other.”
“Not happenin’,” she challenged as Ellen Sue put our plates in front of us. “Thank you, Ellen Sue.” She glared at me the entire time she was sharing her appreciation with Ellen Sue. It was her way of giving me a reminder I should be polite and use manners.
She had the wrong man if she ever expected me to comply.
Reaching out, I grabbed the leg of her chair and slid it to me ignoring her pleasantries. “Do not disobey me. I’m not a man to fuck with. You will be dressed. We will attend dinner. I will shove my tongue down your throat at any point in time I so desire, and you will take it as much as you took my cock last night. Enjoy it or not, there is far too much riding on this for you. So get your head on straight, Collateral, before I get it there for you.”
She gasped and I saw the flash of fear in her eyes before she pushed it down, going back to her glare.
Be afraid, Torryn McAllister, be very afraid.
16
Torryn
I ate breakfast with my mind racing, not tasting what I was putting in my mouth. There was no way to predict what would come from one minute to the next with Onyx Blake. As soon as he finished his meal, he rose and left the room without a second look at me or another word.
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