Double Deep Dark Desires

by Olivia Harp

  Lucky bastard.

  “What about the girl?”

  He asked specifically for her.

  Beast looked at Mills, it was all he had to do to let him know the boss was asking about her. He kept on driving without saying a word.

  “Taken care of.”

  “All right, I need you to go to do one more thing.”

  “Just say it.”

  “Take the day off,” the boss said, “you two deserve it.”

  They had saved his life, after all, at least he was thankful for that, maybe they could use that as leverage if push came to shove.

  “Thank you, boss.”

  “We’re still trying to find the missing rat,” he said, referring to the tattooed bodyguard that ran away, “I’ll call you guys if I need an exterminator.”

  “All right sir. Got it.”

  “We’ll talk tomorrow,” and that was that, the call was cut.

  Mills turned back to look at him. He knew everything he needed to know. The boss thought Jena was dead.

  “Make a turn here,” Beast said, “let’s go back home.”

  Mills smiled, pressing the accelerator.

  * * *

  From the distance, everything looked normal. But there was something out of place, back in the house.

  The two floor, french-chateau house had two large windows on its front, the basement door outside on the garden.

  The snow was almost completely gone now, their big front yard was a mix of dead leaves and grass, and a few puddles.

  “Someone was here,” Mills said.

  It was easy to spot, if you knew where to look.

  There were footprints heading to the garage. Beast pulled out his gun, trying to hide it from view, he didn’t want a nosy neighbor calling the cops because he saw a couple of armed men were entering the old, “abandoned” house next to his.

  These neighborhoods were like that. Quiet, with ample space between each home. Maybe that was the reason gossip ran wild over here. Shit was boring. You either turn to that, or to alcohol, unless you’re working all day.

  “Let’s go,” he whispered, crouching to the house, peeking inside.

  It was about four in the afternoon, they had enough sunlight to see any weird movement, but there wasn’t any.

  Beast took off to the left, Mills headed the other way, securing the outside perimeter, standard procedure in cases like this. They would meet on the basement’s door.

  Everything seemed normal.

  “Fuck,” Beast said out loud. The door was open.

  Did they follow them? Did someone took their plates and found them?

  Impossible.

  His heart thudded so hard in his chest he could almost hear it.

  “Fuck it,” he said and ran to the basement, the gun close to his chest, pointed ahead, his finger on the trigger, ready for anything.

  The staircase was silent, barely lit. Mills saw him from the edge of the house, his black coat contrasting heavily with the sky behind him. He raised his chin as if asking “what did you find?” Beast shook his head once and peered inside to the stairs.

  Every step he took was like a nightmare, he expected to see her lying on the floor, shot to death, maybe even his own boss waiting for them. An ambush, that’s why they wanted them here so early.

  He was ready to face them, anyway, and he would bring him down even if it was the last thing he did.

  “Are you guys coming in or what?”

  The voice made him jump in place. He walked out to see her there. Standing inside the house, looking at them through the window.

  Every muscle in his body stiffened with nerve wracking stress, then relaxed, he could finally breathe.

  “Jena,” he said, throwing his hands in the air, “what the hell are you thinking?”

  “My God,” Mills said after him, “we thought someone came for you!”

  The girl smiled.

  Seriously. She just stared and smiled. She was wearing a pair of light gray pants and a blue sweater, looking as if she was ready to go to sleep.

  Where did she get those?

  “I’m sorry I startled you,” she just said, and he knew he couldn’t be mad at her. Never.

  Fucking damn it.

  She was so beautiful he just wanted to hug her. She was alive, and she looked so beautiful in this light.

  “What are you doing in there?” Mills asked.

  “I’m making dinner,” she quipped with a smile. She was so glad to see them.

  He knew this was not okay, she might have been in danger. But right now, Beast just wanted to kiss her.

  Chapter 15

  Mills

  God damn it. He almost had a heart attack when she startled them, then he almost had a second one when he saw her.

  Perfectly calm, happy to see us, as if we were her—

  He cleared his throat, eyeing Beast. For a moment he thought the towering man was about to smile. That would be even rarer than everything that happened to them up until that point.

  But he did.

  It was brief, just half a second, but it was there.

  Mills burst out laughing.

  “You should have seen yourself!” He said, “Jumping, afraid of the girl behind you.”

  “Shut the fuck up.”

  But Mills couldn’t do it, it had been a long time since he laughed like this.

  “Were you hiding?” Mills asked.

  “Just cleaning a drawer down here in the kitchen.”

  No wonder I didn’t see her.

  “Come in guys!”

  She turned the lights on, their yellow tint cozying up the place.

  “I guess we should go inside?” He told Beast, but the man was already a step ahead of him, going to the front.

  Mills hadn’t been inside the house in months. When they bought it, they figured they would get rid of the last remaining pieces of furniture fairly quickly, but it turned out trying to give it away —or sell it— involved much more time than they had at hand and before long they just left everything there.

  We’ll take everything out when we sell it, it can wait.

  Light came out of the kitchen, he didn’t remember leaving a light bulb anywhere in the house.

  His stomach rumbled.

  Oh man, it smells delicious.

  He went past the big stairs to the right of the entrance and followed Jena.

  “You went out?”

  She swaggered all the way into the kitchen. Chicken.

  “I had to, not to be ungrateful but did you see what you wanted me to eat?”

  Beast stood beside Mills, his eyes going wide. There were three big paper bags sitting on the kitchen’s island.

  “All junk food,” she continued, “I’m sorry, but no one knows me here so I figured I could go out for a few minutes.”

  “Where did you go?”

  “There’s a small market about two miles from here—”

  “What about the burritos we left—”

  “Beast,” she said, her eyes fixed on his, “have you ever eaten one of those?”

  Mills smiled, Beast was a fan of them.

  “Well I—”

  “So you know why I had to get rid of them.”

  Beast stopped talking, it was like a punch in the gut.

  “Finally!” Mills said, “someone said it.”

  “What?”

  “He loves that shit! Eats it three or four times a week.”

  “Are you kidding me?” She said, unbelieving.

  Beast shrugged, “it’s tasty and—”

  “Bad for your health.”

  Beast didn’t reply.

  I told him how many times now?

  “Okay.”

  Mills turned to Beast, surprised. He thought he was going to say something, fight back like he always did.

  Holy shit, this girl is magical.

  She finished cutting up some vegetables on the counter and turned around with a big sandwich on a paper plate.

  �
�Here you go,” she told Beast, “yours is coming up,” she told Mills and he could only smile.

  This is perfect.

  There was nothing to worry about. Jena was an entrepreneur after all, she could take care of herself. And she was right.

  No one will recognize her out here.

  “Chicken sandwich?” Muttered Beast under his breath. Mills looked at it and it was thick, she put a lot of veggies and cheese in there too.

  Beast took a big bite and his eyes opened so widely he stopped chewing for a second. His senses came back to him when he saw Mills’ mocking eyes.

  “Damn,” Beast said.

  Jena giggled. The sound of her made Mills shiver.

  “Glad you like it,” she said, still preparing his sandwich.

  “Glad we have you around here,” Mills replied and she turned briefly to him, with a smile on her lips.

  “Thank you.”

  All day, all he wanted was to come back to her. He tried to push the feeling away but it was impossible. Just thinking about her made his heart rate go up. Seeing her smile almost made him burst out laughing in happiness.

  The night outside was cold and dark, but in here, the warm light of the kitchen along with the smell made it feel as if he’d finally found a home.

  Maybe in another life.

  He couldn’t fool himself. He was, after all, a man hired for his ability to destroy.

  He’d never built anything, never gave something to the world, only took things from it.

  It was a slow descent to hell, and Jena deserved so much more.

  “Here you go,” she said, handing him dinner.

  Fucking hell.

  “Try it!” She said with a huge smile.

  He took a bite and it was even better than it looked. She was like a professional chef.

  “Shit,” he said, his mouth full of food.

  “I’d pay good money for this,” Beast said, and took the last bite of his sandwich.

  “There’s more on the way,” she said, grabbing one for herself.

  He looked at Beast, the man was smiling. He was glad he couldn’t see himself, he probably looked like an idiot too, trying to hold back, trying not to smile.

  But he knew he couldn’t.

  He couldn’t get away from her now.

  Chapter 16

  Jena

  There were no chairs to sit down on, the house was almost empty, so they had dinner standing up.

  If it was supposed to be uncomfortable, well, it wasn’t. The smiles on their faces when they took their first bite was everything Jena needed to wrap up her day.

  They haven’t had a home cooked meal in a long time.

  “I like it here,” she said, “it’s pretty quiet.”

  “It’s a nice neighborhood, right?” Mills said, and Beast nodded.

  “Yeah, I always thought the suburbs would be boring as hell but I understand why people like them.”

  The men looked at each other and shrugged.

  “More space, less noise—”

  “But the commute can be hell,” Beast interrupted.

  “The commute?” She smirked, “you’re telling me people like you have fixed work hours?”

  The laughter stopped.

  Oh shit. Why did you have to say that?

  “You mean killers?” Mills asked, locking eyes with her. Beast was the same.

  “I mean bodyguards,” she replied, bluntly.

  “We’re not bodyguards,” Beast said, then cleared his throat, “we’re more like armed grunts. The boss asks us to do something, we do it, no questions asked.”

  “Roberto Caronte,” she blurted out, and a fire flashed through their eyes.

  “Yes,” Mills said.

  “I looked him up,” she continued, “I have to know who I am hiding from. Or at least who will kill me if he finds out about me.”

  “You’re safe,” Beast said, “nothing bad will happen to you.”

  She allowed herself to smile.

  “Thank you guys.”

  “For what?” Mills asked.

  “You’re risking your life for me.”

  “We couldn’t kill an innocent just like that.”

  “It’s sick,” Beast quipped.

  “I know, but still…”

  “You have nothing to thank us about,” Mills said.

  “I owe you my life.”

  Sunlight was gone. They stood there, in silence, at the heart of the dark house. The men didn’t reply, Mills offered his hands and suddenly they were embracing, all of them.

  She’d wanted this all day, to feel their warm bodies, safe and sound on her skin.

  “It must have been hard for you to make that decision,” she whispered.

  “No,” Mills replied.

  “It was the easiest one I’ve ever made,” Beast continued.

  “But now I put you in danger—”

  “Jena,” Beast said, “this isn’t your fault.”

  “I—”

  That was enough, Beast brought her to him and kissed her. She couldn’t forget those lips, soft and warm, and the way his hard body felt against her.

  Mills hands, moved from her shoulders to her waist, pulling her ass closer to him, making her feel his hardness.

  “You’re safe with us,” Mills whispered as she kept kissing the towering hulk of a man Beast was.

  Her right hand went up to Mills, grabbing him by the neck, pulling him even closer, her other one went beneath Beast’s coat.

  She was between them, their kisses taking her away from here.

  “I was so afraid someone else might come and—”

  Mills grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her back.

  “That will never happen,” he said, his green eyes a scorching flame full of desire.

  Four hands on her body, caressing her, craving her as if this was the only time they would be together.

  The heat of their bodies warmed her even more. She wore loose pants and a baggy sweatshirt, the only things she could afford after buying groceries.

  She didn’t look pretty, she didn’t feel pretty.

  But they touch me, and kiss me, and want me as if I was the only woman in the world.

  Beast pulled her waist to him, and suddenly her center softly grazed his shaft, hard and thick.

  Jena let out a soft moan, and another one when Mills kissed the back of her neck, going to her left shoulder, letting her feel his hard cock against her ass. She was trapped, slowly grinding their sex, back and forth, back and forth.

  She didn’t have to think about it, she just did it. She was free to do anything that she wanted, instinct took a hold of her and she let herself go.

  Her crease was now flooded with her lust. They didn’t even need to touch her, just looking at them was enough.

  The way they talked, the way they moved, everything was like an hypersexual abyss she couldn’t get away from. It was an addiction she never knew she had. An addiction to them.

  Life was easy before she met them. Now, who knew what would happen?

  Mills turned her around to face her, Beast pulled her waist, feeling her from behind. In a perfect move she met Mill’s delicious lips, his tongue playfully wrestling with hers, wet and hot and mischievous.

  He placed his hands on her head, going for a deeper kiss, while Beast pulled down her sweatpants.

  She breathed in deeply, surprised, flashing her bare ass at him.

  Beast’s hands went around her thighs, to her front, grazing her skin. Bolts of lustful waves rippled through her, goose bumps rose on her skin, she was so wet now she could almost feel her juices dripping down her thighs.

  She held Mills, kissing him violently, grinding herself against Beasts thick, hard cock.

  She moaned again, louder this time. Mills pushed her away from him, his hand going to her neck, holding her tight against Beast.

  “You went outside without our permission,” he said, “you have to pay.”

  He tightened his hand around her n
eck. He owned her, both of them did. Her body was on fire. She nodded. She wanted to pay.

  Oh my God, what am I saying?

  She couldn’t go back to her normal life again. She wanted this. Them. Mills kissed her again. It had been too long since he did, she already wanted to feel his lips pressed against hers.

  “I’ve wanted this all day,” Beast whispered, raising his hand, showing her his fingers, moist with her lust, placing them in his mouth.

  The sight of him tasting her juices drove her crazy. He hadn’t even touched her there, just her inner thighs, how did he—

  His hand slid down to her slit, like a soft caress. She couldn’t move away from them, Mills firm grasp on her drove her wild, now Beast was going to—

  He put his finger on her crease, and Jena could actually feel it being completely drenched in her juices.

  Beast touched her with a tender, contained fury, moving up and down her center, barely grazing her nub, making her crave him, making her want to yell at him, beg him for more.

  Then he did.

  Mills pulled away, his eyes fixed on hers, Beast caressed her nub, sending a bolt of pleasure throughout her body.

  She yelled in delight.

  It was what she wanted. What she dreamed about.

  The rippling ecstasy kept coming, again and again, as Beast’s soft touch massaged her button.

  “Oh, God, oh God,” she kept saying, not able to hold back.

  Mills stepped back, his hand never leaving her neck, and unzipped his pants.

  She wanted it, she needed to taste him. And there it was, rock hard, even bigger than she remembered, completely ready for her.

  She was almost on the edge, feeling at the mercy of these tough men, loving how she turned them on, how they were slaves to this, too.

  Jena tried to grab Mills, to at least feel his cock on her hands, but he held her hands and kept walking until his cock grazed her inner thighs.

  Beast moved away, his hand replaced by Mills’ manhood. It was red hot, and almost sticky with pre-cum. It slid between her folds, getting soaked in her juices.

  He was masturbating her with his shaft, as if it was her sex-toy.

  Beast held her ass, and suddenly she felt him too, steel hard, going between her legs.

  Oh my God, are they—

  Yes. Both of them going back and forth on her center, sending waves of orgasmic joy through body. It was insane, it was forbidden, it was taboo.