Page 17 of Only in the Dark (Bound By Darkness Duet #1)

A wild laugh burst out of me. To the outside eye, I probably looked and sounded deranged.

“We’re not together. We haven’t been since I caught you with a sixteen-year-old girl, Matthew.

I just stabbed you and promised to kill you.

It took me fucking your brother to have my first orgasm by a Harlowe man,” I taunted.

His arms went crazy in the handcuffs like he wanted to reach me, but he wasn’t moving anywhere.

Even if he did, I had the knife. I’d keep it nearby in case I needed to reach it.

I reached forward and ran my finger along the stab wound I created, soaking it in blood and running it down the front of my chest, leaving blood marks on my body.

I turned to face Kieran, watching as he looked at me with hooded eyes, his mouth parted.

The look in his eyes was unhinged, borderline primal.

I ran my blood-soaked finger down his cheek, leaving a small streak.

I loved blood more than Mother could’ve ever expected.

She would’ve hated seeing me this way, which made me crave it even more.

“I’m in charge now, Kieran. I own you just as much as you own me,” I told him, my voice more sinister than I had ever heard before. I gripped his shoulders and switched positions so his back faced the bed, pushing him down so he lay on his back.

“Oh, Christ,” he groaned. “This is the single hottest thing to ever happen to me.”

I reached down and slid my fingers in the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down and throwing them to the ground.

“You won’t need these anymore.” I grabbed the bottom of my lace lingerie top and pulled it off, throwing it into the messy pile of clothes.

Kieran still had his shirt left, so I climbed on the bed, placing my knees on either side of his thighs.

“Or this,” I said, tugging at his top until he lifted his head to help me pull it off.

I wanted him naked this time. I didn’t want him to think he was in control anymore.

I wasn’t used to giving up control often, and I wasn’t about to just because I felt a strong connection to Kieran, or because I believed he’d kill for me.

I needed to show him what it was really like to be with me.

It was the only way to know if he could actually handle being mine, or if he was living a delusion in his head that he couldn’t handle in real life.

“I guess you don’t take much after all,” I remarked, looking down at his hard cock.

I shifted my hips to rub my wet, dripping pussy over his length.

He’d be able to slip inside easily, but I wanted to tease him first and get him worked up.

I loved the idea that he’d desperately want to take control, but couldn’t, because I wouldn’t allow it.

“You can’t keep me cuffed here while you fuck my brother, Olivia.

Didn’t we have something special?” Matthew’s question caused another burst of laughter.

I retaliated by leaning down and pressing my lips against Kieran’s, the kiss immediately hot and heavy as our tongues fought for dominance in his mouth.

Kieran moaned into the kiss—the hottest sound ever.

I loved how eager and desperate I made him.

It gave me a great sense of power. We hadn’t kissed before because of his mask, so this brought out a new feeling in me.

He was a fantastic kisser, and kissing him felt like home.

“I believe I already fucked your brother once, and you’re not going to stop me now,” I responded once we came up for air. I licked a stripe up Kieran’s cheek, taking in the taste of his sweat mixed with the metallic taste of Matthew’s blood.

“Fuck, Little Serpent. You’re driving me insane. I need to be inside you.”

He thrust his hips up in a cute little attempt to shove himself inside me, but he failed because I used my body to apply pressure to keep him still. He whimpered when I faltered his plan.

“Patience, baby. I’m worth it,” I whispered near his ear, trailing kisses down his neck before biting his earlobe, then biting down his neck a few times.

I settled my lips on his collarbone, sucking a hickey into the skin until I licked over the mark left behind.

I moved my hips back and forth slowly, taunting him with the inviting wetness of my pussy.

“Do you want to be inside me?” I questioned, low and seductive.

“Yes, please,” he said, then let out a soft, broken whimper.

A low moan followed, as if it had slipped past his lips before he could stop it.

His body tensed, fingers gripping the comforter below him, and I could see the hunger in his eyes, the way his breath hitched.

He was unraveling, and I loved it—loved how he clung to control even as it slipped through his grasp, how every sound he made was laced with want.

“You need to beg. Beg me to allow you to touch me. Beg me to let you fuck me. I know you crave it.” I made sure to keep rubbing myself on him to lead him to his breaking point, my hands clawing their way down his chest and settling on his sculpted abs.

Kieran had always had a better, more muscular build than his brother, being a detective instead of a boring banker.

“Please,” he gasped, eyes wide, voice trembling on the edge of a sob. “Let me touch you, Little Serpent. I’m starving for the heat of your skin under my hands. Need to feel you ride me or I’ll lose my goddamn mind. You’re poison, and I’d let you kill me just to taste you one more time.”

The sound of his begging made him impossible to resist. It shouldn’t have thrilled me the way it did, but God, I needed it. His desperation fed something inside me I didn’t know was starved.

I leaned down, let my breath tickle his ear, and whispered, “Touch me.”

He didn’t hesitate—his hands gripped my hips like he’d die if I slipped away, holding me there like I was something wild he couldn’t bear to lose.

I smirked, rolling my hips just enough to make him groan. “Mmm… should I let you in, since you’ve been such a good boy?” I purred, dragging the words out like a slow lick. “Should we show your brother what he’s going to miss?”

Kieran frantically nodded, a soft whimper escaping. “Please.” He was a breathless, speechless mess of desperation, and I had made him that way.

I wasted no more time, reaching behind me and taking hold of his cock, slotting it against my dripping pussy before slowly lowering myself until every inch was seated inside of me.

The fact that he had stretched me open not long ago didn’t stop the burn from his thick cock.

It didn’t help that I went straight to the hilt instead of warming up, getting my body used to him.

One day, it’d slide in easily from how often we’d probably fuck.

I had already decided I wanted more. Kieran accepted my darkness, and I needed that.

I couldn’t keep pretending I was someone I wasn’t.

I couldn’t deal with another Matthew in my life.

Kieran was dangerous, but he felt like home to me.

“Holy shit. Nothing has ever felt this good,” Kieran said, his voice broken. His head shifted to look at his brother. “You fucked up, man. No one is better than Olivia.”

I rewarded him by moving my hips up until he was barely inside me, then pushing back down to the hilt, repeating the movement in a slow, rhythmic motion. I wanted to start off slow because driving him insane filled me with immense power.

“Stop!” Matthew shouted. “You’re too good for him, Olivia. You belong with me,” he argued, his face pinching in anger, but he also looked like he was struggling to hold in his disgust. He didn’t want me back—he just didn’t want to see me with his brother.

I leaned over and pressed my finger into the stab wound on his side.

He winced before letting out an anguished scream, pleading for me to stop.

I removed my finger from his bleeding wound, rubbing the blood on Kieran’s skin.

He loved playing with a little blood, and I imagined a future where we’d kill more people together and share in the blood of evil men.

But would he want that, or would he find my desire disturbing?

“Watching you bathe in blood, Little Serpent—it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I don’t just accept your darkness. I worship it.

I love you, and I’ll stand behind every wicked thing you crave,” Kieran promised, sealing his fate and somehow reading my mind.

I’d never let him go. If he tried to leave me, I’d be worse than him when he began stalking me.

I looked over at Matthew, noticing his closed eyes, his head turned to the side.

I wouldn’t let him get away with looking in another direction.

This was a punishment for him—a reminder of what he gave up when he cheated on me, assaulted me, and assaulted minors.

I grabbed the knife I stashed by Kieran’s head, pressing the tip into his thigh enough to draw a smidge of blood.

“Don’t look away, or I’ll stab this so far into your femoral artery you’ll bleed out in minutes,” I threatened, a dark tone surrounding my words.

Matthew wouldn’t know peace for the rest of his short life.

“Watch so you know what it looks like when a girl orgasms for the first time in your miserable, pathetic life, since you don’t understand consensual sex and pleasure. ”

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it,” he spat, turning his head to lock eyes with me in a battle for dominance. I didn’t stop riding Kieran, my hips moving up and down with a harsher force, but keeping the slow, steady pace.

“Harder, baby, please. I need more before my control snaps from desire,” Kieran begged, his voice whimpering when I swiftly moved the knife to his neck, nicking it just enough for a small amount of blood to trickle onto the bed.

We’d have to pay the club for new bedding…

and maybe new flooring. Or an entire renovation of the room when I was done with it.