Page 20 of Only in the Dark (Bound By Darkness Duet #1)

Kieran Harlowe

No matter how hard or often I worked out, carrying dead weight out of a bathtub was hard work.

Thankfully, her arms were slumped around my neck when she knocked out, and now she was a snoring, drooling mess on my shoulder that I had to get into bed.

I’d have my fun later, but first I wanted to let her rest. It’d be no fun if she couldn’t wake up during the act like she wanted, no matter what I said before she passed out.

I thought about putting clothes on her before setting her in the bed, under the comforter, but it would’ve been hard and it wasn’t like she needed them later.

I had extra clothes in the bag I brought to the club, knowing I’d end up home with her whether she knew it or not.

I wasn’t quite expecting so much blood, but it didn’t matter, since it made my Olivia happy.

I would’ve jumped naked into bed with Olivia instead of throwing on a t-shirt and boxers, but I had to take care of Pixie while her mom was incapacitated, since I was at fault. I figured I had a good few hours to kill before giving Olivia what she asked for.

I grabbed my phone and checked my messages, impatiently waiting for a status update, as one does after trying to get away with literal murder.

Unknown

Body removed.

Cleaning crew coming through. No one is left in the hallway now.

The texts didn’t warrant a response. They were updating me on where they stood with their work.

I employed only the best bodyguards and cleaners, who had been thoroughly investigated and I knew could be trusted.

It wasn’t just my life on the line now; it was Olivia’s, too.

Not to mention, I needed to remain out of jail to be with her.

And who would take care of Pixie if we were in jail?

I swiped Olivia’s phone from the nightstand, noticing a text from Sarah. Olivia had texted her before we left, telling her things went well and she was heading home. I had Olivia tell her my driver would pick her up, but Sarah refused.

The Absolute Best Friend Ever

I met someone! We have to meet soon to talk about our night, omg!!

I chuckled and set the phone down, marking the message as unread so she could find it in the morning. Then, I headed out to the living room to find my second favorite girl.

“Pixie!” I beamed, noticing my small menace sleeping in her doggy bed.

She woke up at the sound of my voice, stretched her tiny body, then slowly walked toward me, a wobble to her step.

I picked her up in my arms and held her to my chest, taking a seat on the couch.

Olivia fed her before heading to the club, and she still had food and water in her bowls, so all I needed to do was cuddle her for a few minutes then take her outside.

“Who’s my good girl?” I asked in my best high-pitched voice, scratching her head as she cuddled into my chest. I placed kisses along her little head, holding her as she started to fall asleep again in my arms.

I looked at the clock on the wall—impressed anyone had one in this day and age—and noted the time as midnight before I fell asleep with Pixie in my arms.

When I woke up, it was an hour later, and Pixie was licking my face.

I fell asleep with her instead of letting her out before, so I led her to the backyard and let her do her business before bringing her in and handing her a treat.

Pixie loved the treats I sent her in the grocery delivery earlier this week—the same I had given her each time I visited.

“It’s been fun, Pixie Pooh, but I have to go do unspeakable things to your mother that you should never have to witness,” I explained, walking her to her bed and setting her in it. It took her only a few seconds to bury herself in the blanket again.

Approaching Olivia’s bed, I stripped off my clothes.

It was time to play. I burrowed under the covers with her, lying on my side behind her, pressing our bodies perfectly together.

She groaned, but didn’t budge. I tested her alertness by reaching over and gently pinching her nipple.

Her body shook, but she didn’t wake up. Her body was so responsive even when asleep. I fucking loved it.

I could’ve slipped right in due to our earlier activities, but I wanted to make sure I didn’t hurt her since I couldn’t gauge her reaction until she woke up.

I didn’t know how much tea she consumed, so I hoped my girth plowing into her was enough to wake her.

I’d get off if she stayed passed out, but I wanted her to be a part of her fantasy.

Reaching from behind, I ran a curious finger along her slit, her body responding by slowly growing wet while I ran my finger up and down.

Then, I slipped two fingers inside, since she had opened up for me beautifully earlier.

I didn’t think she needed much work to take me easily.

I groaned, my fingers feeling so good inside her pussy that I couldn’t wait to replace them with my cock.

I worked them inside of her a few times, adding a third briefly, before I decided I couldn’t take the torture.

Olivia wouldn’t want me to be gentle with her.

She’d want me to cater to every dark part of her soul; every hidden desire.

I rubbed the wetness gathered on my fingers along the head of my cock, then lined it up with her entrance, slowly pushing inside inch-by-inch.

Gripping her hips with my hand, I had to keep the pace of my hips slow and steady, or I’d blow my load embarrassingly fast. I had a feeling that’d be a continuing problem with Olivia.

Obsession made everything a hair trigger when she was around.

“Even when you’re asleep, you’re so tight and wet for me, and your body sucks me in like it never wants me to leave,” I murmured low to her ear, keeping my voice low and tone sultry even when she couldn’t hear me. Her subconscious knew she belonged to me, and I could never let her mind forget.

If I had been thinking properly, I would’ve set up a camera in case she didn’t wake up, or so we could relive the moment together. I guess we’d have to repeat the night, hopefully soon.

Tomorrow I’d help Olivia get her ultimate revenge at my father’s company’s Halloween party. The party would distract everyone, and costumes would protect everyone’s identity, making it the perfect opportunity. Olivia would have anything she ever wanted—sex, murder, a purse, anything.

I picked up my pace, imagining my sweet Olivia violently murdering her target.

Dad raised me to think of him as family, but if he wronged the object of my obsession, he wronged me.

He wouldn’t get away with it, and I proved that no connection was safe from Olivia’s wrath when I watched her kill my brother with no objections.

“Fuck. I wish you’d wake up, Little Serpent.

I want to tell you how fucking good you feel,” I whispered, my teeth sinking into her shoulder as I punched my hips faster and harder, slamming into her ass and enjoying the sounds that filled the room between my grunts and the skin slapping.

I sucked on the skin, leaving my mark behind.

She moaned, her head twitched, and I wondered if she was waking up or responding to the stimuli in her sleep.

Wrapping my hand around her throat, I pressed down, reducing the blood flow to her brain. I had to be smart about it while she was asleep, not wanting her to die being fucked, though it’d be one hell of a way to go. We had a long life to spend together first.

Driven by lust and need, I pushed her onto her stomach, keeping my dick inside of her while we changed positions.

I wanted to pound her into the mattress until she woke up begging for more.

I turned her head to the side for safety, then sat on my knees, lifting her hips up and holding them in the air as I drove into her at the new angle.

I leaned forward just enough to keep a hand on the back of her neck, squeezing the sides again.

Olivia’s eyes opened as she groaned, her eyes widening when she came to fully. “K—Kieran. Oh, fuck,” she half-moaned in the hottest sound I had ever heard. Her fingers gripped the comforter next to her head, squeezing until her knuckles were turning white.

“Harder!” she pleaded. “Fuck me harder, choke me, use me.”

I gave in to her command, squeezing hard enough to make it pleasurable but not to hurt her. I’d leave a beautiful mark on the back of her neck for my eyes only, matching the bite mark and hickey on her shoulder. Thankfully, it was sweater time in Chicago.

I felt a wiggle of her hips as she tried to gain control from the bottom, but it was my turn now.

It turned me on when she took control, but this fantasy required me to have it.

I withdrew until the tip of my cock remained buried inside her, then drove forward with deliberate force, burying myself to the hilt.

I repeated this torturous rhythm—slow retreat, forceful return—watching her body react beautifully to me. When fully sheathed within her heat, I rolled my hips in lazy circles that made her gasp and arch beneath me.

“I—I’m going to come,” she said, breathless, her voice shaky.

I hadn’t even touched her clit, and she admitted to being on the verge of an orgasm.

She clenched the sheets, knuckles whitening, her thighs quivering as though she was barely able to keep hold of herself.

Every shiver, every gasp only caused my hips to drive harder into her, the sight of her unraveling pulling me deeper into her desperation.

“That so, baby? You’re going to come from me stopping your airflow and fucking you into the mattress?

” I questioned. I let go of her neck, letting her try to catch her breath, and grabbed a handful of her hair in a ponytail, pulling it tight until her head twisted up.

“Be a good girl and come from getting fucked by me, Little Serpent. Come knowing I fucked you after drugging you so you were asleep, just like my little slut wanted, didn’t she? ”

“Yes!” she screamed. The air was thick with her ragged moans, tangled with breathless curses that broke apart on her tongue.

My name tumbled from her lips over and over, not spoken but worshiped—half plea, half praise.

Her body arched hard against me, every muscle seizing in a shuddering wave as release tore through her, leaving her trembling and gasping beneath my touch.

Her body spasmed as her orgasm violently took hold, almost as if it was trying to escape me and hold me in place at the same time.

I had never seen such a beautiful, visceral reaction.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck! I’m coming so fucking hard! Kieran!”

Unable to hold back, I dropped her hair, letting her head fall to the pillow as I gripped her shoulders, burying myself deep inside her until my hips sat against her perfect ass.

Once my orgasm hit, my hips stuttered as her walls kept clenching my cock, riding out the last wave of her orgasm.

The sound of my moaning as she wrung the orgasm out of me, milking my cock dry, took over the room as she caught her breath.

“Fucking hell, Olivia. You’re so perfect for me,” I reminded her, whispering in her ear before pulling out.

I watched as she winced at the removal, then whimpered as if she hated being suddenly empty.

Out of my need to please her, I quickly filled her with three fingers, and she wiggled her hips to push them deeper. “Does my baby need to be full?”

She nodded her head. “I hate feeling empty now that I’ve had you inside me.”

“Maybe we’ll get you a plug. I’ll fill you up with every ounce of my cum, then plug you until it’s time to take you again. Does that sound good?”

A soft sound slipped from her lips, something between a sigh and a cry, and I wondered if she even heard it herself.

“Yes, please.” She had no idea how incredible she was—a dream come to life.

I kept my fingers in place a few more minutes before removing them, wanting nothing more than to cuddle my love.

Olivia turned over onto her back, watching me with rapt attention. I placed the fingers I had inside her into my mouth, sucking them dry, enjoying the way her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed a deep crimson.

I moaned around my fingers before withdrawing them. “Tasty,” I remarked, winking at her. I took my place next to her on the bed, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her body against mine. “Now tell me how you feel after that. That was…intense.”

She gave me a loopy, dazed smile. “I’m feeling fucking fantastic, I promise.

Thank you. It was everything I dreamt of.

You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Kieran.

And wait until you see what I have in store for you tomorrow,” she said, a devilish grin plastered on her face.

I didn’t question her; I wanted it to be a surprise.

“Everything has been taken care of from tonight. His body is gone, the message will be found on his computer soon, and the room is being cleaned as we lay here. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Olivia, and I’ll continue to prove myself as long as I need,” I explained to her, but when I glanced at her face, she was asleep, her chest rising and falling slowly.

It didn’t matter. I’d prove myself tomorrow.

I fell asleep moments later, sated with her in my arms.