by Stella Noir
HIS TO KEEP
SHE’S MINE BOOK 2
JB DUVANE
STELLA NOIR
Contents
Book Available in this Series
1. Brooklyn
2. Adrian
3. Brooklyn
4. Adrian
5. Brooklyn
6. Adrian
7. Brooklyn
8. Adrian
9. Brooklyn
10. Adrian
11. Brooklyn
12. Adrian
13. The Dark Doctor
14. Abby
15. Abby
16. Abby
17. Abby
18. Abby
19. Abby
20. Abby
21. Abby
22. Abby
23. Jake
24. Abby
25. Jake
26. Jeffrey
27. Abby
28. Abby
29. Jake
About JB Duvane
About Stella Noir
Also by JB Duvane
Also by Stella Noir
© 2016 Stella Noir and JB Duvane
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This book is a work of fiction and is intended only for adults over the age of 18.
All characters are 18 or over.
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His to Take (She’s Mine Book 1)
Brooklyn …
Adrian was my first love.
The boy I’d always compared all the others to.
But now he’s a man and he’s holding me captive.
I’d heard the stories for years but I didn’t believe them.
My Adrian couldn’t have done the things they say he did to all the other girls.
But now that I’m with him I see that it’s true.
I know he’s a monster … and I’m terrified of him.
But I’m also terrified of the feelings I still have for him … and what those feelings mean about me.
Adrian …
Brooklyn was the only one who ever saw my true self.
But that was seven years ago … and it might as well have been a dream.
I had to leave her behind. It was the only way I could protect her from the truth about my family and our business.
But now a debt must be paid and she’s been brought here.
And my father has ordered me to break her … to ruin her.
If I follow his orders it will destroy me.
But if I don’t … my father will.
His to Keep (She’s Mine Book 2)
Adrian: I thought I was doing the right thing. I got her away from him - the man my father sold Brooklyn to. But now I’m afraid I can’t keep her safe. From them … or from myself …
Brooklyn:
I want everything Adrian does to me. Even though he doesn’t understand it Even though he believes he’s hurting me. I want it and I want him. But I’m scared for my life and I’m scared for us, now that I know we share the same father.
Can Brooklyn and Adrian both escape from their own pasts, and the secrets that threaten to ruin everything between them?
Can they escape from the men who will stop at nothing to take her away from him and to the man who now owns her?
BROOKLYN
“Don’t move.”
My heart stopped when I heard his deep voice so close to my ear, almost a whisper but with a tone that resonated throughout my entire body like a single note played on a piano. I struggled to stay as still as possible, even though every part of my body was tensed up and begging for release.
“I can see your lips moving,” he said as his finger slid into my mouth, pulling on my lower lip until it was stretched tight, then letting it snap back. The warmth of this breath spread across my cheek and down my neck as his words hung in the air.
“That’s going to cost you, little angel.”
Not fair, I thought, biting down on the same lip, trying to stop my entire body from shaking and quivering under Adrian’s touch. His fingers traced a line down my neck, then circled both of my breasts while his lips gently surrounded one of my nipples. I could feel the bite coming before his teeth clamped down on my flesh because I knew the cost of disobeying him. Pain.
My back was arched as far as it could go but that didn’t stop me from moving my head back a tiny bit further, which also managed to push my breast ever so slightly closer to Adrian’s lips.
The pain seemed to go on forever, shooting sharp daggers down to the space between my legs and out to every limb. It was almost unbearable the way the sensation vibrated throughout my body, vacillating wildly between pain and pleasure. And when he released the nipple, letting the skin snap back, the movement and rush of blood to the area made me gasp.
The other nipple was going to be next. I knew it when I felt his hot breath slowly move across the skin in between my breasts, then the touch of his lips at the tip of the very sore, hard nub. As he bit down hard, a scream escaped from my throat that almost scared me. It would have scared me if I had been in a different state of mind. I was past the point of being in control, of my body or my thoughts or anything else.
Nothing seemed real anymore. I had slipped into the place where only Adrian could take me to. Sounds seemed to come from either too close or too far away, but never where I expected them to come from, and my body started to feel detached. As the pain increased and turned into pleasure, my body would start to lose the feeling that it was connected to anything: connected to the bed or the ties around my ankles and wrists or anything in the world at all. The only thing I felt was Adrian.
I felt the pain on both nipples next. It shot up and down my body again like a flash of lightening, but it didn’t stop like lightning does. It kept going. Once again I tried to escape from the pain by moving backward. A physical reflex I suppose, because I knew now that I wanted the pain. I wanted the way the pain felt as it coursed through my body and I wanted what it did to my mind as I fell into a faraway place inside of it.
I knew I was still bent backward over a pile of pillows and my head was hanging off the bed. I knew my arms and legs were tied together. Each arm tied to each leg, and pulled tight to either side of my body, then secured to the sides of the bed. And I knew Adrian was standing at the foot of the bed, his hard cock just inches away from my chin, but because of the blindfold my world was completely black.
“You’re my good girl, aren’t you.”
With the sound of his deep, soft voice in my ear the pain came to a stop and a wave of warm tingles spread throughout my entire body. But there was something in his words that shot through me almost as painfully as the teeth on my nipple. I was slammed back into reality for a moment, if you could call the tenuous grasp I had on my surroundings reality. Something had changed.
The images in the blackness of my mind suddenly became very different. One minute swirls of what was going on in the room around me — and what was being done to my body — surrounded me in the darkness. Then the next minute all I could see was myself, or how I imagined that I looked. So small and far away, surrounded by blackness and a feeling that I would never be able to get back. I was slipping too far away.
“Your mouth looks so beautiful, the way it’s waiting there just for me.”
There was Adrian again. His voice was real and solid and brought me b
ack, almost making me cry with relief. I could feel his words right there next to me, like they were touching me, vibrating into me and through my body. And I could feel him on every inch of my skin, surrounding me like a warm, soft blanket.
The world that had been black and dark and made me feel like I was slipping away into nothingness a moment ago suddenly felt safe again. I floated on the sensation of the ever-so-slight rocking of the yacht and the rhythmic sounds of Adrian’s breath. Adrian and the movement of my body on waves of the ocean and the tingles that coursed over my skin and deep inside me were everything in that moment. Nothing else existed.
“That’s my sweet angel,” he said as he wrapped his hand around my chin and ran his thumb over my lips. His mouth was so close and his breath was so hot I couldn’t tell where my cheek ended and his lips began. There was no separation in the dark, in this space where I was floating that was now reduced down to the heat of his breath and the touch of his fingers on my tingling skin. His touch was the only thing anchoring me to me. If he wasn’t there touching me, I wasn’t sure if I would even exist anymore.
“Are you going to come for me when I tell you to?”
“Y-yes,” I said.
But it was much more like a whisper. A whisper that was so loud to my own ears it came crashing down around me. The sound of my breath was also strangely loud to me, and my lips—Why won’t my lip stop quivering—felt like a beacon flashing in a dark room. Or a mask with an oversized mouth, the lips flapping and out of control. That’s how I started to see myself in the blackness in my mind.
What’s wrong with my lips, I thought as I tried to make them stop moving. I didn’t know if it was possible for my lips to have grown ten times their normal size, but suddenly that’s exactly how they felt. But every time I tried to make them stop quivering, my mouth felt like it took on an unnatural shape, like it wasn’t my mouth at all anymore.
I worried Adrian was staring at my lips, watching them quiver and form strange, unnatural shapes. And I was so afraid he was laughing. I could feel tears start to well up under my blindfold, but I didn’t want him to know. I didn’t want him to see I was crying for no reason at all, adding to the weird shape of my mouth and the ridiculously out-of-control quivering.
I felt his hands gently caress my face as it hung down over the edge of the pillows, just barely resting on the mattress. His fingers circled my quivering, misshapen lips before I felt the head of his cock slip in, pushing in past my tongue and to the back of my throat.
I heard a deep groan, then the weight of both of his hands on the bed below my legs which were spread wide. Then it felt like a switch was flipped and suddenly there was an intense vibrating sensation. Earlier, I felt Adrian put something inside me, and now that thing had been turned on and it was sending pulsating pleasure to every inch of my pussy.
Adrian moved himself in and out of my mouth. He started out slowly, but his frenzy started to build, especially every time a moan escaped my throat. I felt his body hovering over mine as I lay backward over the pile of pillows, his pelvis making contact with my face every time he thrust himself down my throat.
The feeling of the vibrator inside me and Adrian’s thrusts into my mouth were intensified by the blindfold and the restraints on my arms and legs. I felt my orgasm building. I felt Adrian’s cock thicken and grow harder inside my mouth as the ridge of the head brushed past my lips over and over.
“Are you ready to come for me? I want you to come for me now, Brooklyn,” he said with a strained voice, and with those words I felt my body let go. The warmth of the orgasm spread from the space between my legs and up into my stomach and a long, deep moan escaped from my throat in between the thrusts of Adrian’s cock.
“Oh, God,” I heard Adrian yell as he plunged himself harder and deeper into my mouth and down my throat. With every thrust my orgasm continued and my body shook until Adrian slowed, then pulled out of me, removing the vibrator and leaving me in a faraway place in the darkness.
I felt myself drift among the sounds and sensations that surrounded me. I could hear and feel everything: the occasional wave splashing against the boat, the rhythmic bobbing that felt at times like a hammock rocking gently in a breeze, the bed dipping as Adrian got in next to me and pulled the covers over us, and the tingling sensation of fingers moving through my hair.
I could hear and feel but I couldn’t open my eyes. I didn’t want to open my eyes. When I reached this point, after a particularly intense experience with Adrian, I felt a sense of peace throughout my entire body that I wanted to go on forever. I wanted to float in this space where nothing bad could ever happen to me and Adrian was near me and everything was perfect. It was the closest I’d ever come to understanding what Heaven could be. I couldn’t imagine anything could ever be better than this feeling.
I had never experienced anything like this before Adrian. It didn’t matter what happened with other boys before him. When we’d have sex it never really mattered if I came or not. When it was all over and done with I would always feel good, but it was nothing like this. Sometimes I would be tired and I’d fall asleep, but no matter what happened I could always function.
But everything was so different with Adrian. After we made love I wouldn’t be able to move, or speak, and I could barely breathe. And it didn’t matter if he tied me up or spanked me or forced my head up and down as my lips were wrapped around his cock; every time it was over my body shut down completely.
It didn’t happen right away, though. I remember the first time it happened Adrian shook me because he thought there was something wrong. I was barely breathing and I wasn’t responding to his questions. Not in a way he could hear, anyway. I thought the answers to his questions, inside my peaceful floating space, but it didn’t occur to me at the time that he needed more.
It wasn’t until he shook me, and I was able to open my mouth and tell him out loud that I was fine, that I realized I had been somewhere else. Somewhere far away and deep inside myself where even a whisper was loud to me.
Sex with Adrian was never the same after that. No matter what we did, when it was all over I was lost in my own dark, dreamy space for a long time. And when my body and mind decided it was time, I would take a deep breath and open my eyes and he would be there. Holding me and brushing my hair back with his fingers and looking at me like I was the only thing in the world he could see. The only thing he wanted to see.
“Hey.”
I turned my head and looked up into Adrian’s dark eyes. We were lying on the bed with our heads resting on two fluffy, down pillows. I wasn’t surprised to find I was in a new position. Because although I had been tied to the bed with my head hanging down over the foot of it earlier, I had been completely aware of him untying me and gently moving each of my limbs so they rested comfortably in line with my body.
Then I felt him pick me up and carry me around the bed so he could lay my head on the pillow and cover me up. I felt the bed dip as he crawled in next to me and I felt his warm skin and breath envelop me as he wrapped his arms around my body and slide up next to me to find the place where his body fit perfectly with mine.
“Hey,” I said back, smiling and reaching up to touch his jawline with his few days’ of growth of facial hair.
I loved how the dark, speckled shadow highlighted his strong jawline and made his look so rugged. He looked good clean shaven, but he looked drop dead gorgeous when that dark, stubbly growth emphasized the lines of his face. I ran my thumb across his lips and stared at the sharp outline that separated the soft pink flesh from the dark hair surrounding them.
“Are you okay? You were out for a long time,” he said as he reached up and took my hand in his, slowly kissing each of my fingers, then slipping one in between his perfect lips.
“Yes, I’m okay. I’m more than okay,” I said with a big smile as I squeezed my body up closer to his. I still couldn’t get over how lucky I was to finally be with Adrian. After so many years of comparing other guys to him and wishing
we could be back on that beach, just the two of us with the sand and the crashing waves, he was finally mine.
And the way he made me feel, this place he took me to when we made love, was the icing on the best cake I’d ever had. More incredible that I could have ever imagined.
“I just don’t want to hurt you, Brooklyn. I’m afraid I’m going to hurt you.”
“You’re not hurting me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, of course. I told you sometimes it takes me a while to come back after we—”
“No, I know that. I actually love what happens to you, and I love watching you wake up and come back to me. And I love knowing that I do that to you,” he said with a smile but then the look on his face turned serious. “But earlier, I don’t know, you sounded like … I couldn’t tell if you were … you sounded like you were crying.”
Adrian moved his hand across my hair, moving it out of my face and behind my ear, looking up at the top of my head while he did, almost like he was avoiding looking me in the eye. I didn’t say anything right away. I had been crying, and at the time I didn’t want him to notice. And there was a part of me that didn’t want to admit I had been crying. I didn’t really understand any of what had happened in that moment, and I was ashamed of how out of control my body had felt.
“Were you crying?”
“Yes,” I said, moving my head down so it was resting on his shoulder. “I don’t know why, but it wasn’t because you were hurting me, Adrian. I promise.” I looked back up into his eyes and the look of concern that filled them made me sad. I didn’t want him to worry about me like that. “I know you would never hurt me.”
He didn’t say anything else, but by the look in his eyes I had the feeling there was something he wanted to tell me. Or maybe it was something he didn’t want me to know at all. As much as I trusted him, sometimes I got the feeling that Adrian kept some things from me. That he was always trying to protect me from something.