Deadly Retaliation: A Dark Bully Harem Romance (A Twisted, Dark and Deadly Romance Book 1)

by C. P. Mandara

  Undoing my fly, I slip it out of my boxer shorts just as another car pulls into the layby. Excellent. My timing is impeccable, as always. I feel Elizabeth stiffen beneath me, but she’s too far gone to pull away now.

  “Do you want to run?” I whisper in her ear. I’m tormenting her, but then, that’s what I do.

  “Yes,” she whispers. I can see her fingertips, stiff and rigid on the trunk in front of her.

  “Then why aren’t you?” I ask. It wouldn’t be an easy task to be fair. I’m pressed up so tightly against her, she’d have to buck hard enough to shake me off, but she could do it if she was determined. Interestingly enough, she isn’t.

  “I need this too badly,” she wails. She’s not telling me anything I don’t already know. I have her almost sobbing in frustration and the sound is quite endearing.

  There’s the sound of a car door slamming in the distance, and it looks like we have a spectator. Elizabeth still stays where she is, though. Maybe she can be trained, after all.

  “Say, please fuck me, one more time, Elizabeth. Say it loud enough that everyone can hear you.” Yeah, that’s a little of mean of me, but I never pretended to be Gandi.

  “Adie, no Adie,” she wails. I grin. Getting my cock out of my jeans, I then rub it up and down her slit.

  “‘No,’ is no longer a word in your vocabulary, remember? I prefer, ‘Yes Adie, whatever you say, Adie, just please let me come.” She’s not getting that orgasm, but I have a feeling she has a short memory. Slipping inside her, just an inch or two, I let her know what she’ll be missing out on if she refuses me.

  “Is a definite ‘no,’ poppet? Should I stop this right now and drive away? I’m sure you could have a taxi here inside of five minutes.” There’s no way she’s going to go for that. With another car parked right up in front of us, she won’t risk it. I wonder how she likes the feel of blackmail now it’s firmly on the other foot? It’s not nice if you’re the recipient, that’s for sure.

  “You wouldn’t do that, Adie. I know you,” she bleats, as I pump in a little deeper. As I said before, she’s right, I wouldn’t – but she doesn’t know me. She just thinks she does.

  “Your choice, sweetness. Yes or no? I have a number for a taxicab if you don’t have one on your cell.” Sliding out of her slowly, I nearly smile when she pushes her hips back to stop me. There’s no way she’s putting an end to this. She’s way too far gone.

  “I hate you, Adie,” she moans, but there’s no real venom in her tone. There will be a minute, but there isn’t yet.

  “Be careful there, sweetness,” I mock. “Love and hate have a very close relationship. It would be a very bad thing for you if you fell in love with me.” Trust me on that.

  “I’m not that stupid,” she pants. Let’s hope for her sake she’s right.

  “Good to know. Now are we getting this show on the road or not?” If she keeps me waiting much longer, I’m going to need some Viagra to maintain my erection. I’m done talking, and that means we need to get moving with the fun stuff.

  In the end she capitulates, like I always knew she would. “Fine, if you want to fuck me in front of someone - go ahead. I’ll make you pay later, though,” she rasps. She can’t breathe all that well because her chest is pressed against the trunk and my hands are bracing themselves upon her. It’s going to get worse before it gets better.

  Sheathing my cock inside her in one long, hard stroke, balls deep, I say, “Wrong. I’m going to make you pay later. My turn will have to wait.” With that, I hammer into her, with brutally hard, furious strokes, until she is sobbing in desperation. One little flick on her clit would send her heavenwards, but she’s not getting that yet. She hasn’t earned it, and she won’t learn if we don’t stick to the rules. With a hand on either side of her ass now, I push her backwards and forwards as I thrust, deepening the angle. She feels so fucking good. Why is that? Maybe it’s because I know she’s the boss lady. Whatever it is, sixty seconds later, it’s all over. Roaring out when my climax hits, I grab her ass cheeks cruelly and squeeze as I bury myself as deep as I can inside her. Fuck, I needed that. Then, pulling out swiftly, I buckle myself up and head around to her side of the car, opening the door for her.

  Giving a brief nod to the rather bemused gentleman that is still leaning against the side of his car, I say, “Nice night for it, isn’t it?” I don’t think he knows what to say to that, so he looks me up and down and nods. He’s left his car door open, so he can make a quick exit if need be. Sometimes I have that effect on people.

  Turning to Elizabeth, who is still leaning against the trunk of the car, with her skirt up around her ears, I sigh. “Get a move on, poppet. You’ll be arrested for public indecency if you hang around like that much longer. I have no idea why you insist on fucking in public, but really, you should have got this shit under wraps a long time ago.” I throw my hands up in the air and roll my eyes at the gentleman across from me.

  Thankfully, that stirs her into motion, and she races towards me, pushing her skirt down frantically as she scoots inside the car.

  “You wait,” she spits. “Just you wait.” I have no idea what she’s on about. I’ve just come. She’s the one that’s still waiting. If she doesn’t behave herself, she’ll be waiting a lot longer, too.

  Striding around to the other side of the vehicle, I get in and start the engine. Pulling out of the lay-by, I give a brief wave to the local voyeur and power down the highway. I am greeted with bitter, tense silence, but I’d much rather have that than idle chatter, so I don’t complain. We drive another three miles before Elizabeth finally explodes, as I knew she would.

  “Take me home,” she demands furiously.

  All sorts of fireworks start popping in my head at this point. Now I love an angry woman as much as the next man, but Elizabeth is way past angry. She is spitting mad with rage by this time, and she is barely holding it together. I can tell because her hands are visibly shaking in her lap. No way am I taking her home now. I need to put all that anger to good use.

  “Now don’t get lemon with me,” I purr silkily. “I told you there would be a punishment if you didn’t do as you were told, and you’ve just had it. As soon as I get you home, we’ll even up the score, and it will be all the better for waiting – you’ll just have to be patient.” I pat her leg in a soothing manner, knowing this will have exactly the opposite effect. To confirm my thoughts, she slaps my hand away and squishes her body into the outer edge of the car door. The position doesn’t look particularly comfortable, but if she’s happy with it, who am I to complain?

  “Take me home,” she demands sulkily for a second time. This is the point where there is a very real chance I’m about to get dumped just before the going gets good. The trick is to always have a little leverage on your partner. She’s good at the game. She used it expertly on me at dinner, else we wouldn’t be here now. The reason she’s upset is because she hasn’t gotten her own way and losing control scares her. It isn’t because she doesn’t want to have sex with me. She’s been banging on that door for weeks, and now that I’ve finally given in, she thinks I’ll dance to her tune. I have news for her. I’m not that guy, and I never will be.

  “Fine,” I say, with a bored sigh. “If that’s what you want, I’ll take you home – but it will come with consequences. My resignation will be on your desk first thing tomorrow, and with any luck we’ll never have to cross paths ever again. It’s probably about time I had a change of scenery, anyway.” This is my leverage. If I disappear, she’s about to lose the best operative that she has, and there won’t be anyone to go up against Leader – not if they want to come out alive, anyway.

  Elizabeth’s head spins around in shock. Her eyes are so wide, they could swallow a couple of black holes. “Are you seriously pulling that card on me?” she barks.

  “Yep. I seriously am,” I say, pulling into my drive. I’ve driven out of town this evening to one of the properties I’ve inherited from my brother. It’s a nice little pad in the countr
y, not far from Windsor. I regularly wave to the Queen on my way past. I decided to come here tonight because the neighbors at my apartment get twitchy when they hear screams.

  “You wouldn’t,” she replies, her eyes narrowing. Oh, I absolutely would.

  “Try me,” I say, with a spin of my tires on gravel as I pull up sideways in front of the house. It’s a particularly hard maneuver to accomplish, especially considering the car that I’m driving, but I make a tolerable job of it. “You’re probably a lousy fuck, anyway,” I say under my breath, just loud enough for her to hear.

  Jumping out of the car, I then race towards my front door, so I can get the key in the lock before she tries to tear my eyes out. I really don’t want to do this on the front porch. If either of us falls on the marble steps, it’s going to hurt, and I have a feeling this could get messy.

  Inserting the key into the lock, I get the door halfway open before I’m trying to wrestle a she-cat with viciously sharp claws. Thank fuck I didn’t take her back to my apartment. Mrs Yarrow, across the hall, already has enough to gossip about with adding this to her list.

  My number one priority, when Elizabeth comes at me, is to defend my honor. This basically means she can’t be allowed to win. My number two priority is making sure I don’t get kneed in the balls again because they’ve only just recovered from the last time. Obviously, that’s the first tactic she tries, and I’m beginning to wonder whether there’s a national conspiracy to try and prevent me siring children in the near future. Thankfully, I manage to dodge out of the way just in time, and, grabbing the offending knee, I then use my left leg to take her remaining foot out from underneath her. She flies to the floor in a disgruntled heap, her skirt riding up around her thighs, while she scrabbles to get out of my grasp. Yeah, there’s no way I’m allowing that to happen.

  “Calm down,” I say, laughing. “I promise you’ll be enjoying yourself in a minute.” This is as good as painting a red target on my forehead because Elizabeth then screams, and launches herself at me, burying us both in a flying heap of arms, legs, and annoying clothes.

  It doesn’t take long for a winner to emerge. In less than ten seconds, I come out victorious, pinning her arms behind her head on the floor, as I sit astride her body. She tries to shake me off, twisting herself underneath me, but I don’t budge. I’m too heavy, and she’s not strong enough to take me on. In any case, as much as I’m enjoying this, it’s time to put an end to it. If we’re to have some fun this evening, I need to calm the boss lady down.

  Pushing both of her wrists together, so I can grip them with one hand, I then bend down to her face, eating her up with my eyes. We both know where this is going, but I need to make sure we’re on the same page. Swooping down to test the waters, I caress her cheek with one hand, while slowly lowering my face. If she’s in snarling, biting mode, I’ll probably drop the hand a bit lower until I calm her down a little. The thing is, I don’t want to rush this. When she finally gets to climax, I want that fucker to be awe-inspiring. If you do the job properly, they’ll keep coming back for more (even if you don’t want them to). Women are much easier to control once they know what the reward for being good entails. I’m fucking amazing at what I do. I can have a woman eating out of my hand inside of a week, tops. Generally, it doesn’t take much more than a day. Elizabeth just needs to sit still long enough so that I can show her what she’s been missing out on all these years.

  Bending towards her head, I figure I’ll ask before I dive right in.

  “Are you going to bite me if I kiss you?” Her eyes flare at me, sending showers of sparks in all directions, and I can feel her chest heaving beneath me. She’s battling against her arousal. I can feel it. There’s nothing she wants more than to be able to tell me to go fuck myself, but she’s just wondering whether she can deal with the consequences of that action. Take it from me, she can’t.

  For a minute, Elizabeth says nothing. She’s desperately trying to avoid my gaze, but I won’t let her. “What if I am?” she finally breathes.

  I can see the heat in her eyes, the delicate flush that’s creeping up her jawline, and the hammering pulse in her neck. She’s aroused beyond reason and fighting it with everything she has. This is rare. Most people just give in to their base instincts. Actively trying to work against them takes more willpower than the average person has.

  “Then you won’t get your orgasm. It’s your fucking choice,” I growl, as my mouth swoops towards her. I’m already hard again, and considering I just climaxed a few minutes ago, this is almost unheard of. Elizabeth is bringing out something primal inside of me that can’t be tamed, reigned in, or boxed up. She’s already lit a fire within me, and if she bites me, I probably won’t even notice. Besides, I can bite her straight back and there’s a good chance I bite harder.

  Happily, Elizabeth shelves her vampiric tendencies for the time being and she meets me head on, as we crash into each other. The heat of our union is white hot and blinding. We’re like a train wreck that hits at two-hundred miles an hour, we are so tightly melded together. It’s difficult to see where one of us ends and the other begins. Once our lips begin to attack each other, breathable air becomes almost impossible to attain, and neither of us gives a damn. We are lost. The shitstorm that has been brewing between us has finally come to a head and the fallout from this is going to be nasty, but I’ll worry about that later. All I want to do now is make this woman my bitch. She is going to hang off my every word, obey my every command, and dribble a little inside her panties every time my name is mentioned. I want to possess her, own her, rule her fucking world, and make her worship the ground I walk on. These things take time, though. I don’t want to scare the boss lady on our first night together. I need to introduce her to my world slowly and carefully, if I don’t want to watch her running screaming into the sunset. This is a first for me. Mind you, I’ll probably get bored with her inside of a month, so I probably shouldn’t hold my breath.

  “Can I tie you up?” I ask, when I can finally bear to break the connection between us. I phrase it as a question, but it’s not. If she says no, I’m still doing it. I’ll just find another way around the problem.

  “No,” she moans. “I’m not sure that would be a good idea.” Her actions belie her words, however, because as she’s talking, she’s thrusting her hips up towards me. The woman is still thinking too much. We need to put a stop to that.

  “Okay,” I say, as if I’m willing to concede on that point. Deciding not to ask her any more questions, I reach for the zipper on the back of her skirt and slide it down carefully, as I tip her body to the side. With deft movements, I then tug it down her legs. All that’s between me and a naked body is an annoying bodysuit now.

  “Do you always get what you want?” Elizabeth asks me, as I begin to yank the bodysuit up over her tits.

  “Not always,” I say. I then ruin it by adding, “Mostly, but not always.” When it comes to women, I’d say I have a ninety-nine percent success rate, which is why Sandra still smarts. I’ll have to figure that one out another day. Right now, I have work to do.

  Chucking the bodysuit halfway across the room, I roll my eyes as I find out she’s wearing a bra underneath it. Seriously? What is it with this woman? It’s easier to get inside Fort Knox, than it is to get inside her panties.

  “For God’s sake, Elizabeth. I like lingerie as much as the next man, but don’t over-egg the pudding.” At least the bra only has one fastening and disappears with minimal fuss.

  “I can’t wear the body without a bra. You’d be able to see my nipples,” she says, clearly horrified.

  “And your point is?” She rolls her eyes at me.

  “I have an office full of hungry young males desperately trying to prove themselves. You’re bad enough as it is. I’m not about to encourage you.”

  “Is that what I’m trying to do, huh?” Kneeling between her legs, my fingers lightly run up the insides of her thighs. Her flesh feels burning hot. I’m kind of hoping I’m the one
responsible for heating her up, but time will tell.

  “You tell me, Adrien. You tell… me.” Her last word comes out as a squeak because I have her swollen little nub between my fingers and I’m squeezing it tightly. Inserting my thumb inside her, I then circle her entrance until she’s squirming her ass all over the floor.

  “Are we back to Adrien again?” I say, shaking my head. “Oh, Elizabeth. Tsk, tsk, tsk. You can call me Adie or Sir. Anything else will earn you a spanking. Nod your head if you understand.”

  “Adrien, I really think that things…”

  Adie

  The trick to administering discipline is to do so immediately and with vigor. The more serious the consequences are for disobedience, the more likely it is that you will be obeyed in the future. This works fine if you want a one-night stand and don’t mind being arrested. If, however, you’d like to see your date again, a more cautious approach has to be adopted – especially if your squeeze happens to be your boss.

  This means that Elizabeth will get her spanking, but I won’t make her ass so raw she’ll dissolve into a fit of tears, even though I dearly want to. That will have to wait until she’s firmly under my thumb, and that might take a few weeks. This is because I have to hook her on my kind of kink gently. It’s a very annoying situation to be in. I’m not a particularly patient man, and I’m used to getting what I want immediately. This is mostly because of my fucked-up childhood. My father ran arms, drugs, and trafficked girls. I was the guy that trained them along with James, my former best friend. The one that stole my girl. Have I mentioned that? I think I might have.

  Anyway, I was taught to train the girls in such a way that they’d be ready for delivery inside of a week, preferably in a day or two. I got to the stage where I became a little too good at it. This basically means I can be one evil bastard when I set my mind to it. I’m not proud of the fact. I’m pretty horrified at what I’ve become if I’m quite honest – but my kinks are now my own and there is no changing what turns me on. What is that you ask? Pain and tears. Intense torture, screaming, and struggling. Rage, defiance, and, of course, the final meek-mannered obedience that is the end product of a job well done. This is why my current position suits me so well. I get to do all of that shit for a living and get paid for it. How awesome is that?