Lights Out (Into Darkness, #1)

by Navessa Allen

I probably would have seemed like a lunatic to non-cat people, but I didn’t give a shit. On principle, I didn’t trust anyone who didn’t like cats, so they’d never be around to judge me anyway.

I had two glorious days off. What better way to spend them than spread out under a man who knew where a clit was?

“This man is always coming onto my FYP and never on me, and that is a tragedy,” was probably my new favorite quote of all time.

I mean… same girl, same

Maybe it was time to accept the fact that I wasn’t normal, and I never would be. I wanted things most people didn’t, craved darkness and depravity instead of light and love. I’d been fighting my nature for as long as I could remember, and I was tired of it.

A cat. Aly had a cat. We eyed each other in the darkness. It was pretty runty despite the long black and white hair. If push came to shove, I could take it. “Don’t fuck with me,” I warned. In response, it turned sideways and stood on its tiptoes, fluffing up like a skunk. Despite myself, I grinned. The cat might be small, but it looked like a fighter, and that, I could appreciate.

This exchange is so fucking real tho

“Nothing like a baptism by fire to test someone’s mettle,”

what was it about forearms that had such a chokehold on me? Was it because I could picture those muscles flexing as that big hand held both of mine over my head? Or better yet, bunching with barely restrained strength as long fingers wrapped around my throat?

🫠

Kinky sex with a hot, faceless man who didn’t speak? Sign me the hell up. I’d had about enough of men’s voices lately.

PREACH bitch!

She lifted the gun she held, bracing it with both hands as she looked around the room. “Is anyone in here?” she called out, loud and clear. I’d never been so attracted to someone in my life.

“I need so much more therapy than I’m currently getting.” I grinned, because same.

There was something about seeing such a beautiful woman turn feisty that got me going. Maybe it was the challenge. I liked women with some fight in them. Ones who didn’t put up with bullshit, spoke their minds, and could take care of themselves.

A man had broken into my house, and instead of calling the cops, I’d masturbated on top of whatever evidence might remain. No way could I call them now. How the hell would I explain myself? “And why didn’t you call us immediately?” they would ask. “Sorry, officer. I was too busy diddling myself instead.”

I’d only caught a glance at his profile – strong jaw, aquiline nose, the kind of thick, long lashes most women would kill for – but that one glimpse was enough to tell me Josh had heartbreaker-level good looks.

love me a man w/ a big nose

Can someone watch me through my laptop camera? Uh-oh. Her eyes flashed wide as she read the results, then jerked to the top of the screen, looking straight at me. “Hello, gorgeous,” I said, wishing she could hear me

Did you send me something? Several somethings, but she’d figure that out soon enough. It better not be a bomb, or I’m coming back as a poltergeist and finding some way to ghost-murder you.

If I’m the cat, what does that make you? I asked. The mouse? “I’m a mother fucking wolf,” Aly said, and then her computer cut off as she killed the power.

Pretty privilege was real because looking at him made me want to forgive him for all manner of sins.

I have no regrets about publicly claiming you. Claiming me?

Sometime in the past year or two, I’d waded into darkness, and now I was swan-diving into the deep end. I was a sex-craved, sleep-deprived woman more interested in a kinky fuck than safety and comfort.

did *I* write this?

Her fingers dropped to the waist of my jeans and ran along the edge. I flexed. Hard. Not to show off but to keep from giggling like a lunatic. I was ticklish, and it was incredibly inconvenient at times like this.

real lmao

“I won’t do it if you don’t promise to be a good boy,” she crooned. Praise kink: unlocked.

“I’m still mad,” she said. “This isn’t for you.” Okay, but it felt a little like it was for me. Her hand was stroking up my dick, after all.

Awww. Our first official fight.

She moved lower, lower, widening her jaw as she took me all the way to the back of her throat. I groaned as her tongue swirled over me again, coating my shaft in saliva as she pulled up. Would it ruin my scary masked stalker image if I came too early? Didn’t badasses hold out for a long time? Her hand wrapped around my now-lubricated shaft and started to pump, rotating on the way down just like I liked. I prayed to the gods of longevity and then started naming baseball teams in my head.

Whenever I daydreamed, it was always of some brooding alpha male pushing me around, aggressive and borderline ruthless as he used my body.

Have you ever heard of the word boundaries? I texted the Faceless Man. Doesn’t sound familiar, he wrote back. Can you use it in a sentence?

My evil plan was working. Step one: get Aly to drop her guard. Step two: fuck her on this couch. Oh, wait, no. I’d skipped a few steps somewhere.

I see no faults in this plan.

“Would you rather ejaculate one tadpole-sized sperm every time you come or a hundred regular-sized ones that can all talk?”

Josh was the Faceless Man. I didn’t know how I knew it, but I did.

aw fuck

There was something devious yet playful in his eyes, like he’d make your descent into hell the most fun you ever had.

“No, Fred. Mommy and Daddy need to have alone time right now.”

ok… hot

he grabbed my hands and put them on my breasts. “Press them together,” he ordered. “Your first present is that necklace you’ve been begging me to get you.”

“Let go, Aly,” he rumbled. “I’ll catch you when you fall.”

It felt like my brain short-circuited. It felt like I died. It felt like I spoke to the Devil, and the Devil told me he was proud of what we’d just done.

She was pulling on a pair of blue and white striped pajamas when I pushed the door open, and seeing the breasts I’d so recently branded with my cock disappear behind her top was akin to watching my favorite bar burn to the ground.

I wanted my name and my name only on her tongue, wanted to drink down every future cry of pleasure this woman ever made. Fuck, I had it bad.

“What did Fred do?” she asked when I re-entered her bedroom. “Our angel baby did absolutely nothing wrong, and I resent the insinuation that he ever could,”

#1 cat dad already

It was good that I’d been watching her, or I would have stumbled into her trap. See, this was why you had to keep your eye on women. They were always up to no good,

“You’re here,” she said, so low I almost missed the words. I slipped my hand from hers and pulled her into a hug. “You needed me.”

It’s giving “You came.” “You called.”

“It’s been almost ten years. I shouldn’t still be traumatized.” I pressed my fabric-covered lips to her temple. “There isn’t a time limit on grief or trauma.”

His eyes roamed over my body with feverish intensity, like he didn’t know where to look, so he tried to drink all of me in at once. I would never get sick of being looked at this way: like I was someone to be cherished and lusted after at the same time.

“This pussy belongs to me now, Aly, and I protect what’s mine.” And they said the perfect man didn’t exist. “Yours,” I agreed.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Josh said. “You can’t even see me right now.” He craned his head up. “Yeah, but I could feel you undressing me with your eyes.”

“Someone’s at your back door.” She smirked. “No, that was last night.” “I’m serious,” I said. “I think someone’s trying to break into your house.” “What?” she whisper-squeaked. I jumped out of bed, clad only in my boxers. Where the fuck was Fred? My eyes snagged on his black and white form, curled on the nearby armchair. I grabbed him and handed him to his mother. “Protect the baby,” I told her.

Josh 4 President

“We are 100% about to have our second fight.”

She glared at me. I booped her nose

“This is probably a bad time to gloat over the fact that I was right about your identity, isn’t it?” Reader, I puke-laughed. And, no. I do not recommend it.

“You are the best girlfriend a guy could ask for.” My eyebrows flew up so fast it felt like they were trying to jump off my forehead. “Uh, what was that?” “Too soon?” he said. “I mean, I know we haven’t had the official conversation yet, but we share a child, and I feel like disposing of a body is a boyfriend-girlfriend activity and not something you do with a casual hookup.” I schooled my face. “Are you saying that the couple who commits homicide together, stays together?” He snorted. “Too wordy. I prefer the couple who slays together, stays together.” I choked out a laugh. Yup. Straight to hell. The both of us.

“Aly? Do you want to be my girlfriend? The position comes with snacks and orgasms and maybe a little light stalking.”

That little shit hates me. My grin returned. I’d never get over how special it made me feel that I was one of only two humans Fred tolerated. How dare you impugn the good name of my son. Your son? Yes. Sir Frederick Cappellucci-Hammond, the first of his name. Tyler texted me an eye roll emoji. Thank fucking god there’s a woman in your life to take some of your weirdness off my hands.