Page 13 of Only in the Dark (Bound By Darkness Duet #1)

Kieran Harlowe

The time had come. Olivia’s wrists were bound by the cold metal handcuffs, chained to the sturdy hooks on the wall.

Her body writhed beneath me, her skin flushed and gleaming in the dim light, her eyes challenging me with each movement.

The sight of her there—vulnerable yet defiant—sent electricity through every nerve in my body. Nothing had ever felt more right.

Tonight was the night everything changed for us, and by the end of the night, she’d choose me.

She’d know love and acceptance that she had never experienced, and her pathetic ex-boyfriend would die, by her hands or mine.

I knew what she had done, but I still viewed her as precious to me, and couldn’t think of her murdering someone in a brutal way.

She poisoned; she didn’t involve blood, but I planned to.

I’d carve my brother up piece-by-piece for what he had done to her and younger girls.

“You’re too trusting, letting me handcuff you to hooks. Rookie mistake, Little Killer,” I taunted.

Now that I knew Olivia’s secret life as a serial killer, it made me more attracted to her.

She happened to be the person I had become fascinated with last year when my buddy from Texas mentioned a suspected female serial killer.

She was wicked smart, on top of being the most beautiful and angelic woman I had ever met.

It was no wonder she had gotten away with it before.

And based on the pictures Woodson had sent me, no one would find her unless I turned her in.

Her appearance changed enough that a regular person wouldn’t notice, but as the man obsessed with her, I did. I noticed everything.

“I’m not a killer. You’ve got the wrong person,” she lied, her face deadpan.

I chuckled. The filler altered her nose and lip just slightly, but it was unmistakable to me.

I had watched her every available hour, when she was awake and asleep.

I would recognize her in any form she took, through any transformation, and my love would remain as constant as her changes were endless.

I understood now that her minor cosmetic procedures were to further hide her identity.

“I know who you are, Olivia Mercer. You can’t hide from me, and I don’t want you to. I accept you as you are. I’m going to show you how much,” I promised, my words laced with a threat. She’d never question my feelings after tonight. And if she did, I’d remind her all over again.

I needed my lips all over every beautiful inch of her body. To do that, I needed to be hidden. I couldn’t trust a blindfold, so I had another plan instead. I grabbed the blanket at the edge of the bed and threw it over my head, covering myself while planting myself between her legs.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Something I’ve wanted to do for too long,” I responded before lifting the mask to sit on my head, leaning down and inhaling the scent of her pussy through her lace bottoms. I pulled them down her thighs, past her knees, and removed them from around her ankles, throwing them onto the floor.

She wouldn’t need them for a while. I needed full access to her body. It was mine for the night.

I placed gentle kisses up her thighs, immediately diving in to lick up her slit without slipping my tongue inside.

I had to prepare her well since I wouldn’t be using a condom.

I wanted no barrier between us as I made her mine.

I’d fill her with my cum and watch it drip between her thighs, then I’d push every drop back in. None of it could be wasted.

“You taste beautiful, darling,” I told her before nipping at her inner thigh.

I wished I could see her face when the first moan escaped as my tongue connected with her clit, taking my first taste.

It felt so good I couldn’t help but moan, too.

I had waited a lifetime for a taste; now there was no going back.

My moan vibrated against her clit, her body shaking, the sound of the metal handcuffs clinking against the metal hooks filling the room as I started to devour her clit with my tongue.

My tongue moved in rough circles around her clit, enjoying the feeling of her struggling and the sounds of her breathless moans.

I wanted to take my time with her, but I couldn’t hold back.

Not only did she taste so good, but I wanted to prepare her to take me.

I needed her. With a dissatisfied groan, I pulled my tongue away, pushing it inside of her instead.

I wrapped my left arm around her thigh, pulling her closer to me while I started to fuck her with my tongue, her taste exploding on my senses.

No moment in my life had been more beautiful. Nothing had ever felt more right.

A finger joined my tongue, working in tandem to get her ready for me. Her soft moans grew louder, a crescendo that resonated beautifully, echoing in my ears like a symphony of desire.

“More! I need more,” she pleaded.

My Olivia got what she wanted, always. Another finger joined the first, and I removed my tongue, engulfing her clit with my lips and sucking on the sensitive bud. Her hips jolted off the bed, and I took the opportunity to add a third finger, growing impatient as my cravings intensified.

“I think you’re ready for me, Little Serpent.

I know you like a bite of pain.” I slid my mask back on, spending a few more seconds working her open with my fingers before pulling them away and slipping the blanket off my head.

She hadn’t moved, the handcuffs keeping her in place, but she still looked debauched as I took in the sight of her, watching her chest rise and fall rapidly.

I sat up on the bed and removed my belt, throwing it on the ground.

I unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down my thighs, just enough to free my cock and give me enough access to her.

My boxers stayed on only because I wanted them stained with her juices from fucking her.

I took my cock out from the slit in my boxers, and it sprang to life.

I didn’t need to touch myself to get or stay hard while looking at her.

“I never said you could fuck me,” she mumbled, rattling the handcuffs and the force of her entire body, her body finally starting to fight. “Get me out of here, or I’ll kill you,” she threatened. Unfortunately, coming from her, it only looked cute.

“Somehow I believe that threat is real, but I’d simply die a happy man,” I told her, chuckling.

I had a feeling Olivia liked to hurt people who deserved it. Maybe she saw me as one of them, but we’d find out later on when she was freed. One thing I was certain about was that she wanted to be in control, but she couldn’t be trusted yet. Afterward, I’d give her whatever she asked for.

I lifted her legs up, placing the back of her knees on my shoulders.

“I need you, Olivia. You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this moment.

I need you to know pleasure you’ve never felt before, and I can’t wait to be the one to give it to you.

” I ran my cock along the wetness gathered on her pussy, coating myself to make the slide in easier.

I wasn’t small. I was bigger than Matthew, and she had only been with him for a year.

This would feel different. I wish I could take my time with her, but maybe another day when I didn’t have a plan in motion.

I wasn’t even sure I’d last long once I was inside her.

She looked down between us, her eyes widening. “You—you’re big. I’m going to die being split open by you,” she groaned.

I smirked. “I promise you’ll adjust easily, and I’ll take it as slow as I can, darling,” I assured her, slowly pressing the first inch inside, overwhelmed by her warmth engulfing the head of my cock.

I watched her face for any sign that she didn’t want this.

I knew what it looked like when she didn’t want someone—her jaw remained clenched, her body unmoving, tears threatening to break free—but with me, she was making eye contact, her lips were parted, and her cheeks flushed.

Her desire was palpable and made mine stronger.

“Fuck, you’re so big. I love the stretch.”

Her handcuffs rattled against the metal hooks again, but this time I could tell she wanted to grab me, not escape.

I wasn’t letting her go until I trusted she wouldn’t hurt me or run.

I loved the sound it made when she fought the restraints.

I loved knowing she wouldn’t go anywhere, no matter what she tried.

She might’ve thought she didn’t trust me, but in a way, she was showing me she did.

“Look at you, taking me so well. Such a good fucking girl,” I murmured, my voice low and deep, while slowly working another couple of inches inside of her.

She didn’t seem pained by the intrusion, leading me to press in until I was fully sheathed in her tight heat.

Her mouth opened with a gasp when she looked down and realized I was buried inside of her.

“Fuck, nothing has ever felt so good,” I groaned.

As I remained motionless, I could feel Olivia’s body responding to my words of admiration.

Her inner muscles tightened subtly around me, and I could sense the increasing warmth and moisture enveloping us.

Her breath hitched slightly, a soft sigh escaping her lips as we remained entwined.

In that quiet moment, I relished the intimate connection, savoring it.

“Move, please,” she asked, her lip forming a pout as she whined. Her way of pleading was adorable. I wasn’t even sure if she knew the sounds she made when she wanted me to comply. And comply, I would—always.