Double Deep Dark Desires

by Olivia Harp

  Another ripple of delight surged through her body, making her yell on Beast’s cock.

  She pulled herself up and jerked him, Mills on the couch, pleasuring her like a wild animal.

  Oh God, oh God!

  She was pressing herself harder and harder against his face. She was grinding her slit on his face, his tongue going up and down, up and down until he found her clit again, making her feel dizzy.

  “No!” She yelled without wanting to, she couldn’t let herself go before tasting Beast again.

  She sucked him off with furious lust, his cock hot as steel, his dripping pre-cum telling her how close she was to orgasm.

  “Oh God,” he moaned as his hands went to her head again, but this time his voice cracked. That was it. The bittersweet taste of his semen filled her mouth, amidst a roar of pleasure, a taste she craved as she grinded her pussy on her other man’s face.

  She couldn’t hold back any longer, every drop of Beast’s cum fell on the sofa, on the floor, on her… and she exploded too.

  Her moan joined Beast’s, Jena tried to move away from Mills but he didn’t let her. He held her down with his strong arms, not allowing her to escape, her juices flowing onto him like a river of lust.

  This orgasm was like an atom bomb. Deep and hard and long. It was paradise, she’d touched heaven for an instant. Every nerve in her body trembled, her mind went blank, only pure ecstasy remained.

  It was insane, this was her second one, how could they do it? It was as if they could read her mind. They did things she didn’t even know she wanted —or liked.

  There was only silence now.

  Mills sat with a smirk on his face and she knew one thing: she could never go back.

  Chapter 10

  Mills

  Jena locked eyes with Mills and smiled, a shy smile that melted his heart. She’s incredible, fucking hell, I can’t—

  Jena opened her arms and embraced him. He hadn’t finished yet, but he didn’t need to. This woman had been through the worst thing imaginable and then this happened and—

  And what now?

  Her warm hug felt like home.

  Oh, come on now.

  Maybe it was the rush of danger a few hours ago. The nearness of death that made them appreciate life more, and at the same time, shot adrenaline through their veins, making them end up like this.

  He couldn’t hold back, the moment he saw her he knew she was going to be trouble, and now she came on his face.

  And he loved it.

  Mills looked at his friend, who briefly stared back, then looked away.

  It was the first time they had done something like this.

  It didn’t matter to him. This had been different on every level. Sharing her wasn’t an issue at all, for some reason.

  He only wanted to pleasure her, that turned him on, seeing her moaning and screaming in pleasure.

  Jena caressed his chest, her soft hand went slowly down to his abs, then his waist.

  “Your turn,” she whispered, still spent.

  “It’s okay,” he said, “you don’t have to—”

  But she didn’t care, she held his cock, now dripping with pre-cum. He was ready to let it go, he wouldn’t finish tonight, no problem.

  “I want to do it,” she said, locking eyes with him, jerking him softly, her hands warm and wet.

  Who was this girl? Every inch of her body was perfect. He couldn’t resist her. Pleasure rippled through him, his cock was so hard it fucking hurt.

  She bit her lower lip and her face lit up with kinky delight. She looked so innocent, blushing with every movement, but letting go of her inhibitions. Yes… she belonged to him. To them.

  He yelled and tried to hold back, only for her to place her hand on his stomach, jerking him off, gritting her teeth, ready for him to explode.

  An electric explosion flashed inside of him, his orgasm taking control of his body, jerking violently front and back.

  He yelled her name.

  “Jena!”

  Her eyes, her full lips, her curvy body and breasts, he couldn’t believe how bad he wanted her.

  He came so hard he spilled his seed on the bed, three or four feet away. His ragged breath joined Beast’s.

  Silence reigned supreme.

  Jena held Beast’s hand, but leaned on Mills’ shoulder.

  God damn it, this is a fucking problem.

  It was. He was worried now. He couldn’t get too attached to her. This was only a temporary situation.

  She couldn’t be near them, either, Mr. Caronte took a good look at her, he would recognize her anywhere.

  You don’t get to be the head of the biggest mafia family in Chicago if you can’t remember the face of your enemies. Or someone who could destroy you.

  Shit.

  He would deal with all this bullshit tomorrow. Remember the rules. No feelings, no attachments.

  But her chest going up and down as she softly breathed in the dark room filled his heart with joy.

  Fucking hell.

  He fell asleep thinking of her. This had to be a mistake. Why couldn’t he take her off his mind?

  Chapter 11

  Beast

  Beast opened his eyes before the alarm went off, as usual. The sun hadn’t yet come out on the horizon, and the small window on the upper side of the wall was now covered with snow.

  He stood up in silence very aware of her. Jena had entwined her leg with his own while she was asleep. He’d gotten a bit too comfortable with that.

  He didn’t want to wake her up. They were still lying on the couch, he didn’t even remember falling asleep.

  Damn. Everything felt so great, so natural…

  Jena slept so soundly, free of worries. Beast smiled, picking the coats from the bed to cover her.

  Before long, he was fully dressed, the morning light started to seep into the basement.

  Mills groaned awake and stared at him, his dick hanging out. Beast let out a chuckle as his friend realized this and immediately put it in his pants.

  “Shit, man,” he whispered, “what time is it?”

  “Time to go.”

  Mills looked at his cell phone and clicked his tongue.

  “What are we going to do with her?”

  “Leave her a note,” Beast answered, taking a small pen out of his coat’s inner pocket, searching for a piece of paper.

  Mills took her in his arms and carried her to the bed, setting her down softly.

  That should have made Beast jealous. It should have driven him insane, he should have wanted to kill any man who touched the woman he—

  The woman I, what?

  It was a challenge. All of this was.

  She was great. Absolutely beautiful —he wasn’t lying when he called her that— and impossibly hot. The memory of what happened yesterday came flooding to his mind, stiffening his cock in an instant.

  “Shit,” he muttered to himself, turning away from Mills.

  He took a deep breath, trying to calm down. If he didn’t focus he would stay here all day.

  Maybe she won’t want to see us again, maybe what happened yesterday was a mistake.

  They acted on impulse. Today, who knows? Maybe she was ready to forget about everything.

  We’re killers, after all.

  Good ones, yes, but being good at killing meant only one thing: bad luck will follow you everywhere.

  It’s like karma. As if the world wanted you to pay back everything you’ve taken from it. A life, even if it’s from a bad person, is irreplaceable. Once you take that step into the dark, you can’t turn back.

  That means she shouldn’t be with us. She deserves better.

  “She deserves the world,” he said, picking up a piece of paper, an ad for a local food place.

  “What’s that?”

  He’d spoken out loud.

  “Oh, nothing.”

  He should be more careful. Don’t lose your focus.

  He began scribbling, but his mind was elsewhere, ba
ck in that coffee shop. They still had a lot of work to do.

  And he couldn’t wait to get back here. He couldn’t wait to get back to her.

  Chapter 12

  Mills

  The whole ride back to the city had been in silence. There was nothing to talk about. Yesterday had been great, what was there to say?

  “You think that’s good enough for her?” Mills said.

  He was asking about the food they left her. It was all convenience store junk food: a cinnamon roll for breakfast, along with a microwaveable pizza and a burrito, some snacks, water, soda. It was more than enough food, yes, but not very good at all.

  “It was enough,” Beast said and got out of the car.

  They checked the block before they parked, there were no cops around. Beast got out and pretended to be a regular guy, a pedestrian.

  The street was deserted, good thing this happened during winter, when people stayed indoors.

  The previous day they moved the bodies to the bathroom, then took her away from the crime scene.

  That was before either of them knew what was going to happen. Beast hadn’t even dared to think he would be kissing her by the end of the day.

  And here he was.

  There was no movement whatsoever. Mills waited for him in the car.

  “So?” He asked.

  “All clear,” Beast said, peeking through the café‘s window, “go to the back alley. It’ll be easier that way.”

  Mills clicked his tongue and moved the car. Beast pushed the door: it was still open. It took him a second or two to unstuck it from the ground, ice had gathered there and made it difficult to move.

  The smell of gunpowder still lingered in the air.

  Beast closed the curtains, darkness engulfing him for a moment before he turned on the lights.

  The shop didn’t look bad at all, now that he could see it more clearly.

  Yesterday, Jena stood behind the counter. He couldn’t concentrate. They almost killed Mr. Caronte because of that mistake.

  By the way, why was that? Why did Saliani start shooting at him?

  He would have to ask later. He had a job to do now. Getting rid of the bodies.

  There was a knock on the door, four gentle taps. Beast waited for a second, Mills followed with another four. It was safe to open.

  He opened the back door.

  “Everything all right?”

  “Just as we left it.”

  “All right, let’s get started.”

  Mills brought a couple of blankets from the car. They were old and full of dust, but they would do the job.

  It’s not like the dead can complain.

  A pool of drying blood waited for them at the bathroom, beneath two dead bodies staring at the ceiling.

  After they were done wrapping them up in the blankets and tossing them in the trunk —acting normally, as if it was a regular day, and they were doing an errand the shop owner asked them to— they started cleaning the blood on the floor and walls of the place.

  It was hard work, but someone had to do it. Two hours later, they were done.

  “I think that’s it,” said Mills, pointing a black light at the walls and everywhere around the coffee house.

  If there were traces of blood they missed, they cleaned them off with bleach.

  “Yeah,” Beast said, “we’re done here.”

  Experience taught them well.

  They took the cleaning gloves off and tossed them in a plastic bag, they would burn it later, away from this place.

  “Let’s finish this.”

  A bit of sunlight filtered through the clouds, but the biting winter still fought hard to keep the temperature in the low thirties.

  By the time they got to the river, most of the snow was already gone, but still, the air down there was like a shard of glass, trying to peel off their skin.

  It took them a few hours to reach this place, a lonely fork on the road outside the greater Chicago area. They took their time, they had to do this right. No witnesses. Not another one, at least. They had more than they could handle with the one they met the day before.

  Jena.

  How was she doing? It was just past noon, now, and she hadn’t called.

  “Do you think she will still be there when we get back?” Mills asked, taking out the body of that damn bodyguard, the one who almost got Mr. Caronte with his nine millimeter.

  He was good, pushing the table like that. Like a fucking ninja.

  “I don’t know,” Beast replied, helping him with the body, “I hope so.”

  They walked to the river, the water looked like it was about to freeze.

  “Okay, to the count of three,” he said, grabbing the dead body’s arms, “one, two, three.”

  The water splashed behind them as they walked back to the car to pick the last remaining corpse.

  “But at the same time,” Beast said, stopping before they grabbed pulled it out of the trunk, “maybe it would be better if she just ran away.”

  A cold shiver ran down Mills’ spine.

  They picked the body up and walked to the edge of the river, throwing it into the cold stream.

  The stood there in silence, watching the water carry the body for a few yards before it finally disappeared under its surface.

  “Don’t you think so?” Beast followed.

  She would be better off without them. There was a chance for her if she just left. His heart raced, he couldn’t let her go that easily.

  “Yeah,” he said with a sigh, his voice hard and cold, “you’re right, man.”

  For a second there, he could have sworn he saw disappointment in Beast’s eyes.

  As if he was waiting for him to say “no, we can make this better.”

  But he was a realist. All this shit was only going to get worse.

  Chapter 13

  Jena

  Jena’s stomach rumbled. Damn.

  The guys left her a lot of food, but all of it was, you know, junk food.

  She wasn’t supposed to go outside, but it had been hours. And even though the note said they would come back around sundown, what was she supposed to do? Play with her cell phone and stare at the wall?

  We’re pretty far from the city.

  She could go outside, what’s the worst that could happen?

  Someone might notice you’re here and kill you.

  Yes. That was a real possibility.

  But it was half past noon now. Where did the guys go? She’d taken a shower already, no soap, no shampoo, no nothing.

  The water was deliciously hot, though.

  She sat down again, defeated, on the couch. She wasn’t really that anxious to “go outside,” at least be honest with yourself.

  The images of what happened yesterday assaulted her thoughts again and again. She tried to push them down but it was impossible.

  Was she supposed to feel good about it? She wasn’t a one-night-stand kind of girl, and this time she crossed a line.

  Several, actually. No, more like all of them.

  Her heart started beating faster and faster. Why did she do it? What would they think of her?

  Does it matter? You’re hiding from the mob, you ass. There are bigger things at stake here.

  She felt like screaming. Left alone in a house on the outskirts of the city, after having the best night of her life.

  Seriously, the best night of my life.

  Then she remembered the shooting and thank God she was so scared and distracted that she couldn’t really see the dead people Beast and Mills were talking about, because she wouldn’t be able to live with herself.

  But you didn’t care, yesterday, right?

  It turned her on. The shooting, the danger, the two men focused on her, pleasuring her.

  Stop it.

  She was already getting wet again just thinking about it. This was a dark side of her she never knew she had. She wasn’t too happy to learn about it, either.

  Everything was going great and now…


  Now she was here, in a warm room, protected by two individuals that were supposed to kill her.

  And my shop was going to shit, anyway.

  She was barely able to make the rent, scraping by month after month. Winter was supposed to be high season, turns out it wasn’t, at least for her. By May or June she would be out of business.

  Life was crap, if she was really honest.

  But it was my life, and I had complete control over it.

  She was the master of her domain, now she was a prisoner.

  Her eyes went to the door. She wasn’t a prisoner, they asked her to stay here. Did they lock her in?

  No, they wouldn’t do that.

  Screw it. She was still the master of her domain. She wouldn’t hold back. People wanted to kill her? Well, let’s see if they can.

  A shiver ran down her neck. She could pretend to be brave but thinking about the mere sound of a gun firing close to her almost made her pee her pants.

  She stood up and headed to the door. There was nothing here to do but think about the bad —and maybe some of the good— things that happened since yesterday.

  She really, really needed a distraction. She had to keep that thoughts in the back, where she didn’t have to face them every second.

  Each step toward the door felt heavy. She was scared they’d locked her inside. Somehow, that would have destroyed her trust in them.

  Not that I know them that much, anyway.

  She touched the door’s handle, for a second she almost turned back, afraid she would find she was really their prisoner.

  But the handle turned easily: the door was open.

  The cold air bit her skin, making her jump back in surprise. The difference in temperature was so pronounced she almost changed her mind.

  She zipped up her jacket, cleared her throat and headed upstairs, ready to face the consequences.

  Chapter 14

  Beast

  “It’s done,” Beast grunted on the phone.

  “You took care of everyone?”

  Beast didn’t hesitate, he knew the question was coming.

  “Of course.”

  “Good,” Mr. Caronte said, “very good.”

  There was a moment of silence. Mr. Caronte was at his mansion, recovering from the wound. The bullet passed right through his skin, a literal flesh wound.