Dark Delights (Hellions of Hade Harbor #2)

by Mila Kane

“Don’t tempt me, Eve. Asher’s gone. Some might call you fair game. So, unless you want to become a target, be a good fucking girl and behave.”

“I told you to shut the fuck up, and you didn’t, so we’re doing it my way now.” The bastard’s lips tilted up in a grim smirk. “Look how beautiful you are when you’re quiet for once.”

“No one’s going to hurt you here, Eve. We have a score to settle, and there’s no escape from that.” Beckett’s voice was a soft murmur, for my ears only.

“If they want you, they’ll have to go through me. I’m first in line to fuck with you.”

“Paranoid much? Just leave it,” I commanded, and ignored her as she lingered near me. “I’m not paranoid, I just don’t trust you. What is it?” She reached out and touched my arm. My cock throbbed. My remaining shred of cool evaporated. I grabbed her shoulders and backed her up against the wall. I was so hard, and my body so fucking miserable, I wanted to rock on her right there to feel some kind of relief. I managed to endure the urge without breaking, but my resistance hung by a thread. “Don’t touch me, Cinderella. I don’t like to be touched.” “Why not?” Eve wondered, her eyes bewildered. “None of your fucking business. Just don’t touch me unless you want to actually follow through on it.” Those words were as big a surprise to me as they were to Eve. I hadn’t hungered for anything remotely sexual with another person for a very long time. Why did it have to be Eve I was trapped with right now? Eve’s breath caught, and even that small sound made more precum well from my cock. It was torture. “What does that mean?” she asked, a husky note to her tone that turned me on even more. I leaned my face against her temple, and the smell of her skin filled my head. That scent. A new addiction. “It means that it’s your fault I’m here, and it’s your fault my fucking body is turned inside out,” I growled and dragged my lips over her skin. Even that small contact sent sparks of electricity across my nerves. “I haven’t done anything to your body,” she protested hotly, always ready for an a...

rocked my hips into her belly, my cock rubbing maddeningly against my belt buckle. It hurt, but not enough to stop. I broke off the kiss of a lifetime to trail my lips along her jaw to her ear. I needed to taste more of her skin. She rocked against me, meeting my thrusts with her body, urging me on. This was insane. We both knew it, and yet, neither one of us stopped it. I bit down on her ear, and she gasped loudly. I slid my hand over her mouth to silence her. She still had to be quiet. She licked at the pads of my fingers and then sucked one inside her mouth. I pulled back, turned on beyond belief, gazing at Eve like she was someone I’d never met before. There was bratty twin Eve, annoying as hell; there was moral high ground Eve, making me feel like trash for being rich; and now, there was another Eve to add to the list. Sexually curious Eve. This one was a killer. She flicked her tongue over the ends of my fingers, and I bit out a curse, taking her hand and putting it right back on my aching cock. “You’re destroying me, Cinderella. Can’t you feel how much it hurts?”

“Has anyone ever touched you like this before?” I asked roughly, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it again. Her innocence was an aphrodisiac like no other. Where my body was used up and wasted, unwillingly experienced and jaded, Eve’s was fresh and new. Clean like I’d never be. I’d read enough self-help bullshit to know that was a very unhealthy view to have of my own body, but that didn’t stop the voices in my head from whispering it. “You know they haven’t,” she said, arching into my touch. Her hand was stroking over my cock, pressing against the head, and sending me dizzy. “I’ve never done anything, with anyone.” “Until tonight,” I corrected her. I slipped my hands under the hem of her shirt and advanced up her belly. The weighty curve of her breasts was the best thing I’d ever felt. “Until me. Fuck, you’re perfect. Do you have any idea how perfect you are?”

Touching her pussy, even through her clothes, was addictive. I left my hand right there, toying with the hem of her shorts. She felt hot through the material, and I needed to know if she was wet. Suddenly, it was all I could think about. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had sex. I’d blocked it all out. But better than blocking it out was replacing it with someone new. Someone I chose. The only person I wanted.

I was going to fuck someone I chose to fuck for once in my goddamn life, and it was this girl. The girl’s whose touch healed, not hurt.

“It’s not going to work,” she panted. “It’s too long, or something. Too big.” She reared back and glared at me. “Why does it have to be so big? Can’t you be average in anything?” An unexpected chuckle left me at that. “I’m going to take that as a compliment, sweetheart, but don’t worry, it’s not too big. It’ll fit. I’ll make it fit. Let yourself stretch to me.” I lowered a hand between us and rubbed her clit. “Have a lot of experience stretching out female parts with this thing?” My chuckle died. “I don’t even remember the last time I did this, and that’s the truth.” She was looking at me, and I tried to resist meeting her dark gaze, but it was like a magnet drawing me in. “Let’s just say you’re not the only one experiencing something new right now.”

I leaned on the wall and took a deep, steadying breath. For the first time since I’d started my cold-turkey nightmare, I felt peaceful. Eve smoothed her hands down her shorts and took a deep breath, too. I should say something to her. First times were scary. Fear was my only memory of mine. The part my mind couldn’t let go of. I might hate Eve for telling my dad about the drugs, and I might want her to pay for fucking up my life, but my fury had dampened. I’d still make her pay for her little act of snitching, but after the surprisingly spectacular fuck we’d just had, I had plenty of ideas for how I could enact my punishment on her.

I shot Marcus a deadly look. “I just changed my mind about playing.” Marcus shook his head. “You mean you pussied out. Too much woman for you, huh?” “Shut up, Bailey.” He laughed. “You know that means the game isn’t finished, right? Eve was a participant, and she still hasn’t had her kiss.” Foreboding snuck through my belly. I could guess what Marcus was going to say before he said it. He grinned at Eve. “So, in the interest of maintaining the integrity of the game and following the rules, I’ll take Beckett’s turn and kiss you, Eve.” “The fuck you will,” I bit out.

No one saw me like she did, and I hated that about her. I wanted to strangle her. I wanted to drown her. I wanted to make my name the first thing she thought of in the morning and the last thing at night. I wanted to dominate her thoughts, like she dominated mine.

“If I catch you trying, I’ll tie you up and smack your ass until it’s red raw and then fuck it. Don’t. Test. Me.”

I leaned in and licked her. I couldn’t get enough access, so I placed one leg over my shoulder and then buried my face between her thighs. I’d never done this before, but I’d never tell her that. No one knew that, but it was true. This act was a level of intimacy I’d never reached with anyone. My last first. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was doing, but I chased any movement that made Eve squeak with pleasure. A frankly adorable noise I wanted to hear on repeat.

“You’re a natural, sweetheart. I think we finally found your calling in life. Maybe this is how I’ll punish you for fucking up my entire life…Chain you to my bedroom wall and fuck this hot little mouth whenever I feel like it…Keep you on a diet of my cum until you’ve paid back your debt to me. Break you, like you’ve broken me.”

“Everything is okay now. I’m here. You’re not alone.” I said whatever words came to me in the dreamlike moment. “You’re not alone.” That phrase seemed to be the right one, because his rapid breathing calmed as I said it. I took long slow breaths, hoping my calmness would settle over him. After a few moments, it seemed to. “Everything’s okay,” I murmured again and allowed myself my own moment of weakness, and cuddled his broad shoulders, enjoying the weight of him, the sheer overwhelming feeling of being trapped beneath him. It was oddly cathartic. As much as I was determined to keep my heart safe from the addiction of a guy like Beckett, I wasn’t sure I was succeeding. Lying there in the dark with him right then, while he showed me that part of himself that I was pretty sure only I had ever seen, it was harder than ever. After a while, I was sure he’d fallen asleep again, so I tried to shift to the side quietly. His arm slung over me, caging me to the mattress so there was no escape. “Just a little longer, Cinderella, just a little longer.” His murmur was so surprising, I flinched. “You’re awake?” I wondered and returned my hands to his back. His voice was a faint rumble. “No, and neither are you. This is all just a dream.” And just like that, he was quiet, lying in my arms in the dark. I stroked his back and tried very hard not to fall for the guy who hated me and had vowed to make my life difficult. I couldn’t be that dumb, right? Right.

Fuck, she looked good in my jersey. She looked right. It fit her, it suited her, and I never wanted to see any other woman wear it. It was Eve’s. She’d claimed it somehow, the moment I’d slid it over her head.

“You want me to what?” I asked. “Fuck you hard? Choke you out? Make you scream?” They were the standard requests I’d always received. No one wanted tenderness from a guy built like me. Eve swallowed, and I could see her neck moving in the moonlight. It looked so heartbreakingly delicate. Something could happen to her; she was so small and fragile. The thought sent anxiety rushing through me. “I just want you,” she then whispered and pushed all other thoughts out of my brain. I leaned up to study her. She wasn’t teasing me or goading me. All playfulness had left her eyes. She was being honest. I could barely meet that steadfast gaze. I want you, too. You’re the only person I’ve ever wanted.

There, in the honest dark, we watched each other. I lost track of how long we stared at each other, connected in the most intimate way. Eve saw me now, like she’d always seen me, and she’d reached out and taken me inside her. She’d welcomed my tainted touch. I didn’t know anything about love, but that moment, there in the darkness, convinced me that just maybe I could learn, if she taught me.

“You belong to me, and you always have. Even from the start. From the moment we met, clutching your manga in the hall, stepping up to me, already fearless. In that moment, and every moment since then… you’ve belonged to me, Eve Martino.” I

I looked him dead in the eye, blinking past the blood flowing from my split eyebrow. “I love her. I’ll only ever love her, and I’ll die loving her.”

“But when you’re ready to forgive me, I’ll be here. I’ll be waiting, if it’s next week or next year. Ten years from now, I’ll be waiting, because you’re it for me, Eve Martino. Game over. I will always wait for you. We belong together.”

“Don’t worry about me. If you’re safe… nothing can hurt me.” His hand stroked through my hair. "My Achilles heel is you… if you’re safe, I’m fucking bulletproof.” His hand stroked through my hair. “I bathed in the Styx, remember? With you by my side, I’m invincible.”

“So, it’s like that?” Chase was staring at me. We were both on the bench at the same time. He liked to play dirty, and I appreciated that about him. I did, too. “What’s like what?” I wondered. “You and her. It’s more than fucking?” I gave him a glare that made him chuckle. “Say fucking in reference to her one more time, and I swear, you won’t walk out of this stadium. You might never walk again.” Chase chuckled again and held up his hands. “I didn’t realize it was more than that…So, she’s your girlfriend?” Girlfriend? There was no word for all the things that Eve had come to mean to me. What could you call a kindred soul, a light in the dark? A reason to live? “She’s mine, period. Today, tomorrow, and every day after that. We’ll never be apart while there’s breath in my body. Is that clear enough for you?” Chase blinked at me and then grinned. “Shit, man. If you weren’t nineteen, I’d have thought you’d just said you were gonna marry that girl.” “Oh, I did.”