Captive in the Dark (The Dark Duet #1)

"Please, God, stop!" I shrieked. He hit me across my lower back. I thought I might faint.
(…)
"Every time you feel my belt I want you to tell me why you deserve it."

Yes, I was terrified. But there was also this undercurrent of something very vaguely familiar. Lust? Maybe.

Destroying lives was something he was good at, this was no different, of course. Or was it?

I needed this. I needed to forget everything, even if for a few minutes. He made me feel good, so good and it was difficult to resist when he'd only force me anyway.

"Don't fight." He caressed my breasts, my belly, kissed my shoulder, once again making me moan with pleasure against my will. Against your will? Really? My body relaxed and the enormous size of him settled inside me. His breath warmed the nape of my neck and he let out a grunt. The sound of it, so male, so primal, I marveled at it.

I came several more times while he f@@@ed me, each time, it reduced me more and more into someone I recognized less and less. Finally, he squeezed and pulled at my ass. "You feel so good. I love your tight little ass."

He pulled out slowly, his c@ck inching its way out of me and creating an overwhelming panic. Would his semen come running out of me?

"Kitten, that's no way to behave," he said, his voice denoting he was wide awake and ready to torment me. "I know it wasn't all bad for you, you came--more than once."

He was my tormentor and my solace; the creator of the dark and the light within.

"Your mother had children with more than one man?" he sounded…disapproving.

"I warned you, you motherfu@@er!" He was blind. Bloodlust consumed his vision. He raised the knife at a forty-five degree angle and plunged it straight into the base of Tiny's neck where it met his right shoulder. Tiny let out an inhuman scream and more endorphins released inside Caleb. He pulled the knife out and blood sprayed across his arm, chest, and neck. His head swam and his nostrils flared. He brought the knife down again, this time toward the back of the neck to separate the spinal cord. Tiny's accomplice screamed and screamed and screamed, making Caleb drunk with power and pure male satisfaction. (…)

Caleb had saved me. Did it mean he loved me?

His beautiful golden hair was tinged reddish brown, there was blood caked in his hairline. I shuddered. I made them pay. Delicious, beautiful words, something I'd never hear from anyone but a man like Caleb.

Who was this man that could do this to me, to anyone, and live with himself? And what type of person was I, to see some light in him that was somehow redeemable?

Surrender, he had once said. He had wanted me to surrender. Not just my body. My mind. I would try. I would try for him. Not for the sadistic, confusing man sitting next to me, not for Caleb. I would try for the handsome stranger underneath.

I understood the fine line between what Caleb was doing with me, and what he could have done so easily to me. He was always in control of himself (uh-huh…I see, when he beat the shit out of you he was totally in control). Had always explained why he was doing one thing or another. He kissed and caressed me, brought me ecstasy.

"Is he handsome, this Demitri? As handsome as you?" I said dully, softly and numb all over. Caleb visibly flinched. Good. That felt good, inflicting pain in him.