Flawed: (A Psychological Dark Romance) (The Dark Necessities Prequels Book 1) Page 11

  The impromptu bondage of her dress, coupled with the way his fingers were sensually tormenting her breasts and the hot, slick arousal she was garnering from the spanking all seemed to combine at that moment, and as Lily’s clitoris connected with the leather of the couch again, her body detonated like a man-made explosive. She heard herself call out, but she recognized neither the words she used, nor the tone of her voice, and then she fell, collapsing heavily over his lap as her body convulsed around the finger inside her. Ethan eased that digit in and out of her in his usual unhurried fashion. He seemed to be enjoying her orgasm almost as much as she was, and Lily’s eyes fell closed as she reveled in the sensations.

  And then, without a word of explanation, the finger was gone. Lily gasped at the sudden emptiness, arching her back to try and see what had happened.

  “Stay,” he warned. “Stay right as you are.”

  Her gaze landed on his face as Lily tried to settle herself again, and as she watched the concentration there, she felt his deft finger sliding her wetness north, to the dark place between her spanked cheeks.

  “Ethan!” For the first time, Lily had an idea of what he might have in mind, and the thought was disconcerting. “Please.”

  “Relax,” he cooed in a slightly softer tone. “Let me explore you. I want to see what’s mine.”

  Lily bit her lip. She had little desire for Ethan to explore those parts of her, but what could she say? The man made her so wanton, and after all that pleasure, she could hardly refuse him. His other fingers were at her wetness now, scooping her own slick arousal and spreading it to the small ring of muscle between her cheeks. She drew in a deep breath, all too aware of what was coming next, but it didn’t stop the loud gasp that escaped her lips as his finger pushed inside her.

  “Fuck,” he growled as he explored that most forbidden place.

  Ethan eased the finger in and out gently, and at that moment he turned his head, and that deep blue stare drilled into her face.

  “I’m going to fuck you here, too,” he promised her.

  She panted at his assertion. Ethan’s latest intrusion was becoming bizarrely alluring, but still, Lily couldn’t imagine having anything larger than his finger shoved in there. “Now?” she asked in a tiny whisper.

  He laughed, that dark chuckle that made her already beaded nipples tighten. “Not now,” he assured her as another of his fingers slipped back into her needy pussy. “But soon. And first, it’s time I took what else belongs to me.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Lily’s head was spinning. As the force of the hedonism rushed through her system, she was more than aware of Ethan’s finger delving at her entrance, and she wanted it. She wanted him to fuck her more than anything she’d ever wanted before.

  “Yes,” she called out, bucking her hips, and pushing her sex out to welcome that intense intrusion. “Oh, God, Ethan, yes!”

  He seemed to understand her meaning. It wasn’t difficult, she supposed, for a man who had already proved to be able to see into her mind. He pushed the finger a little deeper inside Lily’s sex, the sensation making her cry out again.

  “I want to fuck you,” he growled from over her head.

  Lily swallowed at the sound of his voice. “I want that, too,” she told him, and as she made the admission, she knew there was no fear in the request.

  Jody and some of the other girls at the salon had told her horror stories about their first sexual encounters, and those tales had made her wonder whether she ever even wanted to lose her virginity at all. But meeting Ethan had changed all that. She had no doubt that a man as big as Ethan would cause her some discomfort, but as she shivered over his lap at the thought, Lily knew she was wet and ready.

  “Up now,” he commanded in a low tone, and she felt his hands on her body, helping to lift her from his lap.

  Gingerly, Lily found her feet as Ethan rose from his seat and came to loom over her. She was heady, and a little lightheaded, the combination of the alcohol, her most recent orgasm, and the potent sexual chemistry in the room making her feel a little dazed, but she knew what she wanted. She wanted Ethan, inside of her body as well as her head.

  “This dress has done a wonderful job,” he purred as his hands fell to the bunched-up fabric at her middle. “But, it’s time you were naked now.”

  She swallowed as he eased the dress down over her hips, pushing it south until it pooled at her feet. Lily’s gaze followed the fabric, watching as it collected over her heels.

  “Step out,” he instructed, offering her one of his large palms for support as she did as he bid.

  Kicking the dress to join her cotton panties beside the couch, Lily’s gaze met his blue eyes again, and she bit her lip at the intensity she found in them.

  “Where should we?” she asked, Lily’s eyes darting around the warm room as if she was trying to find the answer herself.

  Ethan pressed his body against her nudity, the abrasiveness of his shirt making her flesh goose, and her nipples harden once again. He leaned down as one hand snaked around her waist to squeeze her tender arse, and the other captured the side of her face.

  “Not here,” he murmured. “I want you upstairs. In my bed.”

  She barely had time to process his words before he swooped, and without another word of explanation, Ethan picked her up at the thighs and tossed her over his right shoulder. Lily gasped at the change of tact, barely able to register what had just happened before he was on the move. From her new, upside down position over his body, Lily could only make out the fine form of his backside, but she felt the change in air temperature as Ethan stalked from the room, and the next moment, they were on the stairs, climbing up to the next level of the house. She had no idea how he was able to carry her with such comparative ease. Lily knew she wasn’t the biggest woman, but still, the way Ethan had picked her up was almost scary, and she marveled at how strong he must be beneath those clothes.

  Frankly, she couldn’t wait to find out.

  The next thing Lily knew, they were in another room. The décor here was darker than the hall, and she heard the sound of a door slamming behind them.

  “Here we are, beautiful,” he called and all of a sudden, Lily was moving.

  She squeezed her eyes shut as her head began to spin, this time as a result of the room moving around her. Something soft hit her back, and Lily felt the surface beneath her shift as though the weight of someone else had landed on it.

  Ethan.

  Her eyes flew open to find herself on a bed, and Ethan was right there above her, his body just inches over hers, those oceans of blue eyes gazing down at her intently.

  “It’s okay,” he told her in a reassuring tone. “We just took a little trip upstairs, that’s all.”

  She blinked up at him. “I could have walked,” she murmured as she shook her head in disbelief.

  Ethan offered her a wry smirk. “I prefer to do things my way,” he explained before he lowered his face to her chest, and planted gentle kisses around the base of her breasts.

  Lily’s breath caught as the sensation washed over her. “I noticed,” she gasped in response, straining her neck to watch as his hot mouth caressed the flesh of her breast until it found her needy nipple.

  Once there, he paused, ensuring he made eye contact for a long moment before he suckled at her breast greedily. Lily’s body lurched in response, her hips pushing forward instinctively to try and find his groin. Ethan shifted his weight, moving his hand to her free breast and tugging at her right bud, while he gorged on the left. Pinioned by the weight of his body, and the intensity of the sensations he created, Lily didn’t know what to do.

  There was nothing she could do.

  Ethan had her. It was like he said—she was already his—and soon enough, he would take everything she had to offer.

  He swore Lily was the most incredible woman he’d ever laid eyes on, and as he suckled at her breast, he wanted to be joined with her. It was more than just about sex. It was something else
—something he hadn’t been able to put his finger on since the first time the image of her had popped into his head—but Ethan knew it was real, and he trusted in it. Raising his head, he caught Lily’s eye, surveying those pink cheeks and parted lips.

  “Do you still want this?” he asked.

  She nodded underneath him. “So much, yes,” she whispered. “Please, Ethan. Take me.”

  Shifting his weight, Ethan climbed up the bed, stroking away the stray strands of hair that had fallen into her eyes.

  “Nothing would give me more pleasure,” he murmured, unfastening his pants, and releasing his now desperate cock. “But I’m a little bit bigger than just my finger, Lily. This might be a little uncomfortable.”

  Lily squeezed her eyes closed in response, and as she opened them for just a fraction of a second, he could see the flicker of dread in her gaze. “It’s okay,” she told him in a whisper. “I still want you. I want you to do this.”

  Ethan’s lips descended at that, devouring her sentiment with the strength of his kiss.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured as his lips drew away, resting his forehead against Lily’s.

  Ethan meant every word—and that was a first.

  “Just do it, please,” she gasped. “Sir.”

  That was all Ethan needed to hear. Though he sensed he was going to enjoy it in the future, he wasn’t going to make her beg. Not this time.

  “Open your legs,” he instructed. “As wide as you can, beautiful.”

  She complied wordlessly, those big green eyes on him the whole time. Ethan smiled as he angled the crown of his eager cock at her slick entrance, his lips finding her mouth again as he finally eased inside.

  Oh fuck, Lily was tight. Hot, and tight, and wetter than he could have ever imagined, and as he pressed inside her, she let out a loud gasp.

  “Are you okay?” He paused, breaking the kiss to look into her startled eyes.

  Lily looked on the verge of tears, but she did nothing to try and push him away. In fact, her hips splayed even wider as she writhed underneath him. “Yes,” she panted. “It hurts, but yes. Get me past this, Ethan. Just do it. Make love to me.”

  Resting on one elbow, his free hand found her palm, and wordlessly Ethan drew it up and over her head. Only when their fingers were entwined against his pillow did he move again, and this time, he didn’t stop, despite the small cry that escaped her mouth. He pressed on, until Lily had taken the whole length of his hard shaft, and that’s when he met her gaze again.

  “My God, Lily,” he croaked. “You feel like heaven.”

  “Ethan.”

  The sound of his name made him move and slowly, he withdrew, before filling Lily up over and over again. As the thrusts settled into a rhythm, her body seemed to relax. If there was still pain, then her gaze didn’t register it. All he could see in those green orbs now was heat, and need and desire, and as his cock claimed her sweet pussy, Ethan’s mouth found her lips, both parts of his body fucking her in unison. Breaking the caress of their lips Ethan gazed down at the woman trapped beneath him. Seeing her splayed and supple body there was really quite a change of tact. For so long, he’d lived only to hunt, existing between victims and not expecting anything to change.

  And then Lily had come. And everything had changed.

  In one bat of her dark lashes she had overwhelmed that need to find new prey, presenting herself as the only woman he’d need. As Ethan’s balls tightened and his orgasm neared, he wondered fleetingly if little Lily was really powerful enough to keep his demons at bay. Could she be enough? Could anything be enough to exorcise them permanently? But at the moment his pleasure reached a crescendo, and as the fireworks in his head began to zoom and sparkle, the thought faded.

  Ethan had no idea how long this salvation could last, but he intended to enjoy every fucking moment of it.

  Chapter Nineteen

  She was falling for him—hard and fast—as though she was stumbling backwards from a precipice with no chance of saving herself. The emotions were that stark for Lily, the sense of having no control overwhelming as the days went on. Now, she knew what it was like to be helpless, a mere recipient of his time and attention, and as the hours passed, Lily became more and more aware of the truth. She wasn’t just falling, she was losing herself to him.

  Ethan, this man who could do things that nobody else could do. He could apparently actually slide into her mind, for God’s sake, but it was more than even that. He seemed to be able to step inside her consciousness at will. That’s what she understood now. That’s how he joined Lily in her dreams. There seemed no end to his capacity to impress her with things that were honestly beyond reason. This was also the man who had spanked her. Even her own father had never disciplined her physically, and yet within days of meeting her, Ethan had taken her over his knee and punished her. And shamefully, Lily had loved it. He’d claimed her as well, becoming the first man to know her carnally and take her to erotic places she’d only ever heard whispers about until now.

  Ethan was also a man who, despite Lily’s growing obsession with him, still wasn’t known to her parents. She’d barely even mentioned him to Jody either, and when she had told her friend about the burgeoning love affair, Jody had seemed oddly concerned about the information, warning Lily to be careful. She shook her head at the memory. She was in way too deep for that now. Way too deep. But it was still strange to be so drawn to someone, and yet not be able to share anything about him with the people she cared about. Yet that was the predicament Lily now found herself in. Her mind was always with Ethan one way or the other, and yet she could never tell anyone about him. He had become her secret, something so hot and consuming that it almost seemed taboo.

  “Lily.”

  The sound of her name drew her from her pensive stupor, and she turned to meet Ethan’s voice. He’d met her in the normal spot that evening, a full week after he’d first fucked her, and driven her straight to his place. Lily had been compelled to lie to her parents about her whereabouts yet again, a tactic she knew was going to blow up in her face soon if she wasn’t careful, and yet she just didn’t know how else to get out of the house in the evenings. Her mother, in particular, was so traditional, that even the premise of a girls’ night at Jody’s house had nearly not been enough to allow Lily out overnight. After some persuasion, her father had eventually convinced her mum that Lily deserved the time away. Her belly twisted guiltily as she remembered how he’d acted on her behalf, and she tried to push away the thought of how disappointed he’d be if he ever found out his daughter’s true intentions. Lily wanted to be honest with her parents more than anything, but somehow, she just knew they would never approve of Ethan. He was too old for her, and too worldly, and even though she had seen how persuasive Ethan could be in the past, Lily doubted it would work on her mum and dad. All they seemed to want for Lily was to see her settle down with some local boy her own age. They’d have no time or sympathy for the love affair he and Lily were living, and she couldn’t bear to have to choose between them.

  In her heart, Lily knew the reason why, because if she was made to choose, then there was no choice. She’d opt for Ethan every single time.

  “Are you okay?”

  She blinked at him, conflicted between the weight of the guilt she was feeling, intertwined with her usual excitement at being around Ethan.

  “Yes,” she replied breathily. “I was just thinking. That’s all.”

  “What are you thinking?”

  Ethan’s tone had taken on an edgy quality that it didn’t have before, and the resonance caught Lily’s attention. Shifting on the couch, she turned her attention back to him. “Nothing important,” she murmured. “I just like being here. I like seeing your home, Ethan. It makes me feel closer to you.”

  “Closer, huh?” he replied with a chuckle as he slid his body along to the seat until he was right beside Lily. “Are you sure? I didn’t think we could get much closer than say, the last time you came here, for examp
le?”

  Heat rushed to Lily’s face as memories of their prior intimacy filled her mind. She’d never imagined her first time could be that way, but then Lily had never contemplated a man like Ethan before—a man who literally knew what she was thinking without having to even ask her. No wonder she’d felt so replete. Lily had been both mentally and sexually satisfied that night.

  “You know what I mean,” she replied, swatting the hard muscles of his chest playfully. “I don’t know that much about you, Ethan. You don’t tell me about your family. You won’t even tell me if you live here alone?”

  Lily had a sense that he shared the space, although she had never asked him before.

  Ethan smiled, his gaze revealing he was in the mood to offer Lily a concession. “I live here with my sister, Kitty,” he replied in a gentle tone.

  Her eyes widened at his words. So, he had a sister! “Tell me about her, please,” she implored Ethan.

  He shook his head with a gentle laugh. “This isn’t about Kitty,” he responded. “It’s not about anyone, Lily, but you and me.”

  She shifted in her place, meeting the intensity of his knowing gaze. “I know,” Lily whispered. “I’m just curious. You’re the only man I’ve ever loved, Ethan. I want to know everything I can about you.”

  “You know everything that matters,” he told her. “You know I’m absolutely crazy about you, Lily, and that I will do anything to be with you—to protect you.”

  “I know,” she murmured in reply. “I just miss not being with you all the time, Ethan, I—” she hesitated, all of a sudden unsure how to go on.

  His arm snaked around Lily’s shoulder, pulling her in tight against his body. “I get that,” he said soothingly. “And I feel it, too, Lily. I wanted to be gentle with you—to take our time. I didn’t want to rush you into anything, but believe me, I want to be with you, too. All the time.”