Flawed: (A Psychological Dark Romance) (The Dark Necessities Prequels Book 1) Page 10

  She’d been fantasizing about this night for years, well before she’d even laid eyes on Ethan, and in her mind, she had a very clear idea about how she wanted to lose her virginity. She wanted it to be with someone she was attracted to, and as her gaze fell over Ethan again, she knew she had that base well and truly covered, but also with someone she cared about. Based on the fact she hadn’t been able to get the man out of her head for days now, Lily also thought he fit the bill on that part, too. But then, there was the last strand of her fantasies. In her head, the guy had always loved her. Sitting in Ethan’s house, she wasn’t entirely sure how she had quantified that notion in her head, but somehow, it had always been a given. The man who took her virginity had to be in love with her—he had to respect her.

  “What is it?” he asked her, and as he spoke, Ethan leaned his body toward her. “You seem awfully nervous, Lily. Are you okay?”

  She exhaled, although up until that moment, Lily hadn’t even been aware that she was holding her breath. “Yes,” she replied, and for the first time she thought she actually meant it. “I was nervous, but I think I’m okay now.”

  Ethan nodded his head, and as their gazes met, any doubt she had on the subject of how he felt dissolved in her mind. She only had to look into his eyes to see that he was crazy about her, and that he wanted her, every bit as much as she wanted him. He was perfect.

  “Good,” he concluded. “So, why don’t you come over here and cuddle with me? You’re way too far away over there.”

  Lily took another mouthful of wine before she joined him, grateful for how the drink seemed to be making her feel. She’d never really had any alcohol before, unless you counted that one occasion Jody had made her drink a shot of whiskey at her parents’ house, but unlike that first, horrendous experience, Ethan’s wine tasted good, and while she’d only had a few gulps, Lily could already feel the way it had affected her. Her body was warmer, and her head was a little fuzzier, but not in a bad way. Somehow, Lily liked it. She liked how relaxed it made her feel, and the inhibitions she’d always clung onto seemed less significant now. Slowly, she edged her body in Ethan’s direction.

  “Shall I take that glass for you?” he asked, already reaching for Lily’s wine as she curled up beside him.

  “Thank you,” she breathed in response, and then, as his large fingers swooped, she began to giggle. “Did you think I was going to spill it?”

  “Just a little,” he replied, but the ironic edge to his tone only served to make her laugh harder.

  Placing her glass on the carpet next to his own, Ethan turned to look at her. “What’s so funny?” he inquired, and Lily watched as that delectable brow rose at his own question.

  She wasn’t sure if it was the look in his eyes, or the alcohol in her blood stream that emboldened her, but all of a sudden, Lily’s hands were on his body. Her right hand rested on his solid left shoulder, while the other one was free to roam over his blue shirt, taking in the hard expanse of his chest through the thin material.

  “Are you drunk, Lily?” he demanded in a firm, but teasing tone.

  Ethan’s right arm rested against the arm of the couch, but his free hand captured her hair again, before falling south to the bare skin of her shoulders.

  She shivered lightly at his touch, shaking her head, but as she did, her fingers slid a little lower through the soft hair of Ethan’s chest. The gesture made his brow arch a little higher, and that look made arousal pool instantly between her legs. Jesus, she wanted him, and not in the cotton-wool like way she’d always concocted in her head, but in a very real, and raw way. She needed him to claim her. She needed a man like Ethan to make her a woman.

  “No,” she told him with a flirtatious smile. “I’ve just had a little liquid courage, that’s all.”

  He laughed at that. “Is that right?” he replied with a chuckle. “Well, that’s perfect then, but no more wine for a while. I don’t want an intoxicated Lily on my hands.”

  Lily heard his words, or at least, she was watching his perfect looking lips moving as he said them, but nothing of what he was telling her was going in. All she could think about was how good those lips felt against her mouth, and all the other places she would like him to caress her with them.

  “Li-ly!”

  Ethan called her name in a sing-song way, and all of a sudden, the resonance of his voice broke through the hot little fantasy in her mind.

  She swallowed guiltily, completely unsure of what he had been saying. “Yes?”

  “Are you sure you’re not drunk?” He was chuckling at her again, but Lily couldn’t think to care.

  He seemed so happy, and she was so fucking horny.

  “If I said that I was, would you need to spank me again?” Lily had no idea where those words had just come from, yet as she leaned over his body, she suddenly realized that she had been the one to speak them.

  And now, it was too late. They were out there.

  Well, the red wine had certainly seemed to have gone to Lily’s head. He’d only seen her take about three drinks from the glass, yet here she was, pawing at him, flashing those large, enthralling green eyes, and now—if he wasn’t mistaken—she was actually flirting with him. About a spanking, nonetheless! Ethan threw her one of his most devastating grins. Who was he to resist such a provocative question?

  “I think I might need to, yes,” he told her, ensuring his tone dropped to a much lower and more foreboding timbre. “If you thought you’d had too much too soon. Drinking alcohol too quickly is never a good idea, beautiful.”

  Lily swallowed at his words, but it wasn’t fear he saw flickering in those gorgeous eyes, or even nerves anymore; now, it was just her desire. “I didn’t know,” she replied in what sounded like a gentle, alluring purr. “I need someone to teach me these things, Ethan.”

  He smirked at her response. If Lily needed someone to teach her anything, then her search was over. He was her man. “I’m a pretty good teacher,” he murmured.

  “Yes.” Her voice was barely even a whisper now.

  It was the damnedest thing. In all the hours Ethan had envisioned what it would be like to claim Lily for the first time, he had never imagined it being this way. He never foresaw the fact that she would be as much the instigator as he was—that she needed this as much as he did—but now that the reality was purring against his body, Ethan didn’t think he’d ever been more aroused than this moment.

  “And now you need a lesson,” he told her in as stern a voice as he could muster in his current hedonistic state.

  She nodded, those green eyes wide with apparent earnestness. “Yes, please,” she replied in almost a sigh. “Sir.”

  Ethan’s heart raced as the final word slipped from her mouth, and he swore his cock ached, so hard it was almost painful to ignore. But ignore it he must—for the time being at least.

  The arm resting on the edge of the couch was at her face in a split second, Lily’s eyes widening further at its approach, though to her credit, she never flinched. His fingers buried themselves in between the long strands of her hair, and gently, Ethan eased her head backwards, revealing more of her long, slender neck. His gaze fell over the area at once, his pulse quickening as he assessed how small and delicate that neck was. The things he could do to a neck as dainty as that, the pressure he could apply. And he knew how to, as well. Ethan might have allowed his brute force to lead his behavior in the recent spurt of killings he’d committed, but there was more to him than just that. He had a long history of breath play with previous partners, and he knew just how long to hold, push and choke before it caused discomfort for the woman. He knew how far was too far.

  “Ethan,” she panted, the sound of her breathy tone forcing his eyes to dart back to Lily’s gaze once more.

  “You’re beautiful,” he told her, even though he knew he had told her countless times already.

  Ethan thought he could tell Lily every hour for the rest of their lives and somehow, it still wouldn’t be enough to fully desc
ribe how much she affected him. It was like he was going out of his mind with lust.

  “I need you over here,” he instructed, patting the arm rest he had been leaning against just a few minutes before.

  Lily blinked at him, her chest rising and falling between them as she absorbed the command. He released some of the tension in the fingers lodged in her hair.

  “Any questions?”

  She gulped as she shook her head. “No, sir.”

  He wanted to groan at how she made that word sound, his erection swelling yet again at the response. His fingers fell from her hair, trailing a line down the right side of her body. “Go then,” he commanded softly. “Do as you’re told.”

  She moved without any further prompts, jumping from the couch and standing before him, before her legs began the short journey to the other side of the arm rest. He collected the half-full wine glasses, clearing them out of the way before the adventure began.

  “Does that dress come down over your breasts?” he asked, trying to ignore the way his cock was tenting his underwear at the question as he sunk back into his seat.

  The query made Lily’s feet stop, and she gazed down at him, her eyes as wide as saucers. “Yes,” she rasped. “I think so.”

  “Show me then,” he ordered from his place on the sofa. “Roll it down to your middle.”

  The atmosphere in the room altered at that instruction, and Ethan wondered if Lily felt the shift as keenly as he did. The tightening at his groin was perceptible, and as she began to shuffle the fabric of the sweater dress down, he swore he could practically slice through the tension. There were no words, just her stunned gaze, and parted lips, and as Ethan’s gaze drilled into her, he noticed the extent to which her nipples had beaded into small buds.

  Ethan was on his feet again before his brain had even processed the action.

  “You need help,” he told her in a soft tone, and without waiting for a response, he closed the distance between their bodies, and immobilized Lily with the intensity of his gaze. Something about the weight of his stare made her hands fall to her sides, and the gesture only reinforced his need to act. Reaching for the tops of her arms, Ethan’s hands pulled the material south until it was caught under her elbows. He stood, enthralled, as the deed caused the front of Lily’s dress to roll down, just as he’d intended. By the time the top of the gown was caught between her small wrists and elbows, the front was pushed down to just above Lily’s waist, revealing two firm and wonderful breasts.

  Oh, fuck, he thought as his hungry gaze took in the full look of them. Ethan had already guessed that Lily wasn’t wearing a bra in the car earlier, but holy hell, nothing could have prepared him just how fucking hot she would look like this.

  “My God, Lily,” he said, not at all surprised by the needy, croaky resonance in his voice.

  Lily lifted her chin to find his eyes, and there was a flash of anxiety in those beautiful green orbs again. “Am I okay?” she whispered.

  He shook his head in disbelief. “Okay?” he muttered with disdain. Was she crazy? Hadn’t Lily seen herself? She was about as okay as any woman he’d ever seen. And Ethan had seen a few. “You’re absolutely fucking phenomenal, Lily.”

  His hands shifted at the same time, his left one coming to rest under her chin, keeping her mouth just where he wanted it as he swooped to claim another kiss. The other hand was at her breasts, massaging the weight of them, and teasing the ends of her already beaded nipples. An excited gasp escaped her lips just as Ethan captured them again, and as his tongue claimed her mouth, the hand at her breast closed in on that nipple and clasped it gently between his thumb and forefinger.

  She yielded to him completely in that moment. The top of her dress had become something of an impromptu bind, helping to keep Lily’s arms at her sides, but still, she could have moved them, and she could have tried to resist his advances. But Lily did neither. And based on the soft moans that came from her as they kissed, Ethan didn’t think she had the inclination to even try. He left her panting as he pulled away. Releasing her chin, Ethan shifted both hands to her wonderful tits, and began to tease her nipples at his leisure. Lily’s face was flushed, perhaps with the passion of the moment, or maybe with her indignation at the way he was manhandling her breasts. Ethan wasn’t sure which, but he also didn’t hear her complaining, so he continued to play with her, taking his time, as he explored each glorious inch of her assets.

  “Ethan.”

  Poor little Lily. She sounded so desperate, so soon, and she really didn’t have a clue what he had in store for her. If she thought this level of attention was hard to endure, he couldn’t wait to see how she’d respond to the spanking he was going to deliver, and then finally—once she was suitably spent with coming—the way he was going to fuck her. Even the thought of sliding his hardness into that beautiful wet space between her legs made him want to come apart.

  “You’re doing wonderfully,” he murmured as he cradled both breasts in his large palms and used his thumbs to continue teasing her eager buds. “Just relax for me, Lily.”

  “Oh, but I can’t,” she moaned, physically squirming under the weight of his touch. “It feels so good—too good.”

  He smiled down at her. “I promise you one thing,” he purred. “It’s only going to get better.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  She was bent over the arm of his leather couch a few moments later, her glorious breasts dangling tantalizing close to his left hand, and her arms trapped by the confines of her dress. Ethan sat watching her trembling body for a moment, before he yanked up the end of her dress, exposing her little white panties. He eased them down to her thighs, ignoring the excited little grunts she issued.

  “You need to be spanked?” His question echoed around the room. “Is that right?”

  Lily gasped, and he watched as she licked her lips before she continued. “Yes, sir,” she conceded. “Yes, please.”

  The sound of her words made him heady, and his palm rose in excitement, crashing back down over her upturned cheeks. Ethan watched with satisfaction as the reverberations of the strike rippled down her thighs, and then he swatted her again—harder.

  “Oh!” she panted.

  “What was that?” he barked, getting into the swing of his pace as he spanked her over and over again.

  “Thank you, sir,” she panted, and even though there was a trace of some pain in her tone, Ethan could tell she was enjoying it.

  He paused, sweeping one digit down the soft hairs that covered her pussy and along her seam. Lily was already soaking with obvious desire—a fact that made his erection thicken beyond reason.

  “Do you need to be spanked regularly now, Lily?”

  Ethan’s tone was demanding, but he was genuinely interested to hear her answer. Lily seemed so receptive to the sting of his palm, and as he gazed down at the reddening skin of her exposed arse, he could barely believe how lucky he was. No wonder he didn’t just want to cut her down in her prime like so many others—Lily was one to consider keeping.

  “Yes,” she moaned, and he watched as she bit her lip as the next swat landed. “Yes, I think so, sir.”

  “And what about fucking?” he growled, ensuring he peppered her sitting spots with hard, intense spanks as the question resonated. “Are you going to need to be fucked regularly, too?”

  She was definitely panting now, her body squirming over him as she tried to absorb everything he had to offer. His free hand shifted to her luscious breast, trapping the nearest nipple between his thumb and finger and massaging it until Lily groaned.

  “Yes!” she squeaked. “I hope so, sir!”

  Fuck, he closed his eyes as the myriad of hot sensations washed over him. He hoped so, too.

  “Wiggle those panties off,” he ordered. “And spread your legs.”

  Ethan reached under her body as she complied, grasping her other nipple just as Lily’s stance widened. His spanking hand shifted at once, the fingertips caressing the underside of her pussy and
massaging her excited little clit for a moment before he once again lifted his palm and brought it crashing down. This time, he caught her sex intentionally, watching her face as a guttural groan left Lily’s lips.

  “Do you remember who owns this pussy?” he snarled as he spanked her wonderful little cunt again.

  Fuck, Ethan couldn’t wait to have it.

  “You,” she croaked, rocking her hips back in search of his palm once more. “You do, Ethan.”

  “You’ve got it, beautiful,” he told her in an approving tone. “And soon you are going to get it, but first I want you to have your pleasure again. Grind yourself against the arm of my chair. Go on, show me what a dirty little thing you can be.”

  “Oh God,” she mewled, her mind apparently prepared to protest the point, but it was futile. Lily’s body was already doing what he’d commanded and was writhing like a serpent over the leather, jumping to the strike of his hands as he delivered them.

  She was mesmerizing to watch, her upturned arse reddening under his hard strikes, and all the while her hips gyrated, taking Lily closer and closer toward the hedonism she sought. Ethan pinched her nipple, eliciting a cry from her lips, but it was soon replaced by an erotic moan as he slid a finger into her wetness.

  “Come for me,” he commanded. “Come for me now, little flower.”

  Lily was lost to the power of the sensations Ethan was creating, and as she leaned over him, trying to process them all, a part of her brain realized that all she could do at this moment was surrender—give into those feelings—and receive. It was like a revelation to her somehow. She’d known for a while how the idea of yielding made her hot and wet, but never in her wildest dreams, had Lily dreamt of anything as astonishing as this. Every kiss and stroke in her head had been tantalizing, but they were nothing compared to the real thing—nothing compared to this—and Lily squeezed her eyes closed as the weight of that admission washed over her.

  “Come for me.” The order vibrated over her body, making her pull in a shaky breath. “Come for me now, little flower.”