Thrill Me (Teased and Broken Book 2)

by Ashley Black

“No I am NOT all right!” I exploded. “Brett is dead, all because I didn’t take your dream seriously Aaron. I am a piece of shit friend. I am sorry. I should have listened. Everything went down pretty much exactly as you dreamed it. I had a warning this would happen, and yet I invited the dark, malignant fucked up energy of that man into my life anyway. And for what? To lose the man I love? So no I am not all right!”

  “I am so sorry hon,” Aaron whispered. “I truly am. Whilst I wouldn’t say Brett was my favorite person in the world. The man did love your beautiful ass. He cared about you so much Els. Gods woman. I’m just distracted though by how terrified I am for you, after what I found out about that fucking crazy asshole who killed him.”

  I frowned. My heart knotted up in misery. My voice felt strangled. I didn’t think I could speak for the grief washing over me. Talking to my friend Aaron made it more real.

  Brett.

  My beautiful Brett.

  Was dead.

  Because I teased the wrong man.

  And it fucked up everything that mattered.

  I killed Brett.

  Not Thornton Darko.

  Not his deranged witch hating lunatic minions.

  Me!

  I bit down on my lip hard hoping to divert tears by distracting myself with pain.

  I tasted blood.

  Shit that was a bit hard.

  My blood had an odd effect on Thorn.

  I heard the sharp intake of breath.

  His nostrils flared.

  His lips parted.

  He was trembling.

  Knuckles gripping the wheel of the car so hard they turned white.

  All right then. Not weird at all.

  “What did you find out?” I asked quietly.

  I wanted to know.

  I didn’t want to know.

  “He is one evil mother fucker Elena.”

  “Know that already,” I shot back.

  “No, seriously, he is a fucking animal.”

  “Aaron,” I frowned, irritated now. “Why is he those things? What did you find out?”

  “He intends to kill you,” my friend started. “Please, please get the fuck away from him. As far as you possibly can -

  “Wait, what, how?”

  “It’s what his kind does Elena. Make no mistake. That man … he is going to fuck you up. But only after he has broken everything that made you, Elena Wallis. Now that makes the eating of you so much sweeter. He eats hearts. Call it a side effect of having no soul. He needs to eat hearts. He is particularly fond of witches hearts, but an enchantresses heart, ooooooohhh yummy! Now THAT, is special. He will eat your heart El.”

  “What the actual fuck?” I hissed, my heart was pumping so very loud.

  Could Thorn hear it?

  Did it make him hungry?

  I glanced at him and saw him lick his lips.

  “Where did you hear this shit from?” I asked. I honestly didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

  This was insane.

  I was sick of my world and every one in it being insane.

  “Clarissa,” Aaron replied. “She did a bit of research into him with her connections in the magic community. She told me he has eaten witches’ hearts, and she believes he ate his late wife’s heart, and well … you’re next.”

  “All that sounds perfectly fucked in the head,” I finally managed after words failed me for the longest time. “Aaron, come on buddy. You’re killing me here. I just don’t need this shit tonight.”

  I wanted him to say something different. I wanted him to laugh, joke, something. Apologize and say ‘dick thing to say’ I just was just having a lend, you are so gullible woman.

  “Ask him and if you live after his answer let me know how that went.”

  The phone cut out.

  Fuck. That.Little.Bitch, I seethed. I restrained firing a text message back to fire his ass.

  I looked at Thorn side on and he glanced at me briefly, but I noticed he was looking straight at my lip. I licked at it self consciously realizing it was still bleeding. Damn.

  Come eat me I felt it invited.

  “I found out something truly fucked up about you,” I managed.

  I sounded nervous.

  His gaze seemed to sliver momentarily to the road then snapped straight back to my lip.

  “This should be good if it’s from that piece of shit human Aaron, sure, hit me with it Enchantress,” he snarled.

  Damn.

  He sounded so angry and nasty.

  “Do you, by any chance, happen to eat hearts?”

  He responded to that, by grunting, pulling hard on the wheel and I screamed, as we made a sharp turn off the road. All I could make out as we braked, was a desert with rolling yellow hills in the distance under a full moon and starlit night.

  Thorn was breathing hard.

  He gripped my jaw and turned my head sharply so I was forced to look straight into my eyes.

  “Yes,” he said softly.

  “What?”

  Five

  “I did eat hearts. My parents were fucking lunatics and forced me to eat human hearts from sacrifices they were part of as part of their satanic worship. Of course, magical folk were highly revered. So if a witch happened to be sacrificed. The heart was much sought after. I was -

  Thorn broke off, his huge shoulders were shaking under the black shirt. Whipped senseless if I refused to take part in their fucked up little ceremonies. That, or my dad threatened to whip the shit out of my little sister Alice, if I didn’t do it.”

  His voice cracked and bled out so much pain over her name it stuffed tears into my eyes.

  Shit.

  Oh my God.

  I awkwardly patted him on his arm. My mind flicked back to that crazy messed up hallucengic drugged night in the cemetery on his property where he had pissed all over his parent’s graves.

  Thorn had a dark past. I knew that. That had to fuck up a person. How fucked up was this beautiful darkly chaotic man? Could he be un-fucked? Did I want that? Why was I even thinking about that?

  “I am so sorry,” I said eventually. “Forget I asked.”

  Thorn tipped his head back and laughed bitterly. “Of course you had to ask. Your friend just suggested I was going to kill you and eat your heart Elena.”

  His shoulders slumped, and he huffed out a breath. “There’s a lot about me you don’t know. But trust me, there’s a lot about me you simply don’t want to know. All your questions you asked me before, I want to answer them. I really do. I’m just so scared I’ll lose you. I can’t lose you.”

  Lose me. I’m not with you, Thorn.

  There was nothing I could say to that.

  Wrong! There was everything I wanted to say to that, but the man looked destroyed. As hard ass as I was. I refused to kick some one while they were down, and Thorn looked very down.

  Forced to eat hearts.

  Ewwwwww.

  “I can’t believe you think I would actually ever harm you, Elena,” he despaired. “Perhaps … you are not who I thought you were.”

  The bitterness and sweet dark cloying poison in his voice cut me up.

  My throat went dry so I snatched up the water bottle Thorn had placed in the cup holder, uncapped it, and sucked it back gratefully, wrinkling my nose a little.

  It tasted odd.

  I was so thirsty.

  I kept drinking.

  I couldn’t help myself.

  Water was dribbling down my chin.

  I couldn’t get enough.

  Why?

  A low whining sound trickled into my mind.

  I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, and when I opened them, the car was full of a million tiny stars.

  I burped.

  A low dark laugh rumbled through Thorn as he shot me a rather demented smile.

  “How do you feel witch?”

  Damn. Whenever he referred to me as a ‘witch’ things tended to go to the shit.

  “I feel a bit strange,” I heard myself say t
hickly. My trembling fingers rose to my lips. They felt thick, numb. My tongue was suddenly huge and clumsy in my mouth.

  “What?” I slurred. “Have you done to me?”

  “I drugged you.” He shrugged as he reported this devastating fact.

  I wanted to punch the sneer off his mouth.

  Why?

  I realized I couldn’t even speak now for the fury and sheer incapacity, so I implored him with my gaze. No MAN. Not even a death metal rock star, and powerful warlock had the right to deprive me of speech.

  “You tried to kill me, with that damnable snake,” he sighed dejectedly. “I want to trust you Elena. Believe me, I do. But I am so tired. I want to rest. I want to be certain you will not try to vanquish me when my eyes fall shut against this hell. So I drugged you. You will be absolutely fine. I just want you to –

  His gaze slid to mine. “Take it away.”

  I blinked at him slowly.

  I was terrified.

  What would he do?

  My mind exploded with the possibilities.

  I saw myself lying naked in the desert stabbed repeatedly by the icy blade cold of night.

  He approached me, fully clothed in head to toe black, wearing his infamous mask. Dramatic black lines that ran straight down from the narrowed hollowed eye holes from which his mesmerizing emerald gaze incinerated, to the black leering mouth. His fingers flashed over his groin, unzipping his trousers, he crouched over me, trapping me between his powerful thighs. He extended my arms, roughly pinning my wrists together, he deftly covered them with one large warm hand. The other hand roamed my breasts. His fingers were flexing and stroking almost reverently over my pebbling nipples. Then he entered me, pumping his cock mechanically. He didn’t say anything, just burned me away. Working up to a maddening rhythm, harder, faster, deeper. No! Stop! I was full of Thornton Darko.

  There was nothing else.

  I arched my back, I felt myself opening wider still for him. My milky thighs falling apart in defeat. He laughed at my surrender, at the devastating, exacting blows he delivered between my legs. “Home sweet home, inside you. Into your soul,” he moaned after he withdrew violently and licked me from the mound of my sex to my breasts, finally lapping languidly, indulgently, almost cruelly over the site of the wreckage which was my heart.

  I think I started to cry.

  “Take it away,” his dark somber voice intruded on my fucked up fantasy.

  I just stared at him.

  You’re scaring me Thorn.

  “Please, Elena,” he begged softly, urgently. “Take it away from me!”

  Six

  Thorn was grunting.

  I opened one eye, my cheek was pressed to his scent soaked black shirt. I was covered with his coat.

  I gingerly slid into a seated position, pulling the coat around my shoulders to maintain some dignity, and simply stared at him.

  I was at the mouth of a cave.

  My death metal rock star was outside bathed in sunlight, kneeling in his tight black trousers, insanely huge inked torso bare, he was facing away from me as he repeatedly struck his back with what looks like a cattail whip made of nasty knotted cords.

  I winced at each lash.

  Not this again.

  Why?

  Finally, his arms fell, trembling by his sides. The whip dropped.

  His back was a damned mess.

  Carved up with his misguided regret over the people his family killed.

  Self flagellation.

  Pointless.

  I was so angry at him.

  Then I heard chanting.

  The language of magic.

  Damn. I wished I had paid more attention as a child.

  Then I heard a word.

  My Grandmother’s voice exploded into my mind.

  I was a little dirty snotty nosed girl, I had been running outside in ill fitting shoes and had face planted into a spade in the garden. Sliced my right cheek wide open.

  My brother insisted you could see bone at the time. My mother had despaired that my unsurpassed beauty had been spoiled by my stupid tomboy antics. Fuck that woman. Love her of course, but fuck her very much.

  My Grandmother had spoken the word Thorn was now. ‘Redeem’

  He was awash in sweat.

  I approached him slowly, lightly, and simply dropped before him on my knees.

  His eyes were closed. His dramatic brow furrowed as he chanted. His ring embedded in his chin bobbing.

  Yesterday his face had been marred with the angry red welts of the snake that had set upon him so hatefully.

  Now…

  Perfect.

  Flawless.

  Completely healed.

  It was stupid to be shocked, but I was.

  To see it.

  His power.

  I was terrified.

  My grandmother had sealed the wound with her words, but had not achieved what Thorn had. I remembered I still had a nasty scratch sure, but she could not get my skin to look as his did now. As if what inflicted it, had never been.

  Never been.

  I was distantly aware of his coat falling from my shoulders.

  The sound of it hitting the sandy floor of wherever the hell we were, it looked like a desert snapped Thorn’s dark green eyes to me.

  I was naked.

  His outraged expression no doubt at being interrupted softened as his gaze crawled all over me. Impossibly, he entered my skin.

  I felt him inside.

  Fuck.

  “Liar!” I screamed. “Fuck me with your nose next time Thorn because it would be more satisfying than that cock of yours! So much bigger.”

  Then I ran.

  I wished I had taken the damned coat.

  Ugly naked running was not the best.

  Everything sort of jiggled, and damn the girls hurt unsupported. I was on the bad ass side of early thirties. The boobs needed some help. My hands rose up protectively over the bouncing errant things as I fled into the caves.

  “Elena!” Thorn protested angrily behind me. “Please, let me explain. I want to trust you. I need to trust you. I think I’m finally ready to tell you -

  His voice fell away.

  I was on hands and knees crawling, I wanted to hide.

  Yes, fine judge me. I was feeling infantile.

  My gaze snapped hungrily up to a dusty rise and an opening that looked like it led to a crevice. A nice tidy crevice to hide out in from that demented bat creature Thornton Darko surging behind me in a whirlwind of fucked up energy.

  I clumsily scrambled up and into it. Excited I saw it was a short tunnel to a magnificent turquoise jewel looking span of water beyond, sunlight was streaming in from an opening in the top of the cave.

  I wriggled desperately toward it.

  Then I became stuck.

  Yeah.

  Nice one.

  My face burned hot in embarrassment.

  I had not judged the width of this little hidey hole based on the span of my hips and my bootylicious ass as Aaron would call it.

  Shit.

  Warm air was suddenly crawling all over my exposed, shivering rear from an unmistakable, rather dangerous, mouth.

  “Well that is the most fucking hilarious thing I have seen for a while Elena.”

  I struggled uselessly. Thrashing, wriggling, it was no use. I was stuck.

  “Look at that plump pert ass stuck up in the air. You are an exquisite tease Enchantress. I mean come on, you’re practically presenting for me.”

  “Don’t touch me!” I snapped, beyond mortified. “I don’t want your prick anywhere near me.”

  “Hey now,” he said gently. I felt my back stiffen as his warm huge hand slapped my bottom playfully. “I warned you I was a bit of a prick but I am not going to rape you Elena. Even still, now that you’re just hanging out here, I think I might teach you a lesson.”

  I was furious.

  I had never felt more powerless.

  “Help me,” I puffed in frustration as I t
ried shimmying backwards, “out of here, Thorn.”

  “Oh, I will help you,” Thorn’s voice rumbled against my ass, as he pressed his face to my right quivering cheek. “Only after I am done with you.”

  My heart cracked open in terror and desire. “What are you going to do to me?”

  He snogged my ass. Seriously, he kissed the right and then the left cheek as reverently as he would my lips. Then I felt something cool, soft, and exquisitely silky trail over my bottom that clenched in surprise.

  “You have the cutest dimples when you do that,” he teased.

  “It’s called cellulite shit head.” I tried to strike out at him with my leg, but it didn’t get very far. Thorn’s fingers curled around my thigh, dug in and moved it to the side. It rested against his massive muscular shoulder as he moved his warm body closer to … Oh.

  That same cool, silky something like a feather light kiss that he had teased my bottom with, now brushed over my pussy like a feather light kiss.

  I twitched. My legs were beginning to shake and open like a rather misguided and fucked up flower.

  Damn body!

  Another sweep and swirl of this thing against her, and my pussy was humming happily.

  So delicious this sensation. An exquisite smooth caress against my shivering lips.

  I moaned, squeezing my eyes shut, considering, thinking. What was this maddening thing?

  “What?” I gasped, eyes widening when the exact same sensation trickled over my swelling nub. It felt like cool silky folds were kissing my inner heated wet slicked ones.

  I concentrated, though the sensation of the soft delicious rub of it between my legs made it hard. I took an unattractive sniff of the air, a heady spicy sweet scent punched my nose.

  “I brought you roses,” Thorn reported softly. “Do you like them?”

  I groaned as he continued the sweet torment. Sweeping the rose up and down lightly over me. He parted my lips with the stem. The shocking hardness made me buck. He pressed the petals upon the trembling folds of me. They were duly slick by the wetness I felt there. He swirled them playfully over my entrance.

  I bit my lip hard to keep from crying out.

  Uncoiled heat between my legs rippled down to my toes and back again. A delicious tingling was left in its wake.

  Tears were smarting my eyes from the pressure of holding my pleasure inside.