Caught Up (Into Darkness Trilogy)

by Navessa Allen

I’d learned all her sounds, studied the way she made herself climax. It might have seemed obsessive, but it wasn’t; it was strategic. One day, I would use everything I’d learned against her, make her come faster than anyone else had, convince her that my hands and my tongue and my dick were made to get her off. I wanted her to crave me, need me.

at the mere sight of him, my heart was trying to break free from my chest and throw itself at his feet like a teenager at a K-pop concert.

wanted to grab her, drag her onto my lap, shred that flimsy excuse for a dress with my bare hands, and fucking ruin her with my cock.

If I was being totally honest with myself, I wanted to fuck him. Hard. Dirty. Rough. I wanted everything his reputation promised. I wanted him ruthless. Wanted him to use me like his plaything. And maybe that was because it would be easier to keep myself from getting attached if there was no gentleness or affection, or maybe that was because it was just how I liked it. Either way, the longer I thought about it, envisioned myself dropping to my knees in that photo booth and

I silenced her with a kiss. Those goddamn glossy lips had been calling to me like a siren song, and I couldn’t resist them any longer. She opened for me instantly, tasting like mint and watermelon lip gloss and memories of a simpler time.

her fingers curled into my shirt and she pulled me closer instead, her mouth falling open on a jagged inhale, the first stroke of her tongue like heaven against mine.

My body instantly betrayed me as the submissive I was, going loose and languid in his hold. Even my brain started to fizzle out with that blissful relaxation that came from handing your control over to someone else. Was I furious about the tracker

He made another low sound, this one a mix of impatience and lust as he thrust against me. No, this wasn’t good enough. “More,” I pleaded, voice so low I barely heard myself speak. He ripped my underwear to the side and then the head of his cock was there, pushing against my entrance. I grabbed the wrist at my neck with both hands, hanging on for dear life, desperate to feel him pushing into

I clenched around him, trying to coax him into moving even as I obeyed his order to stay still, and between the frustration of being denied,

swore I felt every nerve ending lighting up where we touched, felt the entire outline of his cock head stretching me wide. Move, I wanted

sound of his breaths near my ear. The feel of his lips on my neck and his hand at my throat. Fuck, I wanted it again.

didn’t trust myself to get any closer. I’ve been inside you, that look said. I’ve felt you come around the head of my cock. And if you think that was the last time I’ll ever wrap my fingers around your throat, you’re out of your goddamn mind.

I grinned and stroked my hand upward. “What are you wearing under this dress? Give me something to look forward to, so I can get through the next few hours.” Despite her telling me not to start, she sure was quick to widen her legs. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

the authority in his tone. “Don’t boss me around or I’ll come.” He dropped his forehead to my belly, shoulders shaking with laughter. I wound my fingers into his hair, just because I could, just because I wanted to, and relaxed deeper into the mattress, loving the weight of him pressing me down, loving the fact that I had actually made him laugh.

I’d handed him my battered, bruised heart and told him to be careful with it, and instead, he’d crushed it in his fist.

She made me feel alive. She made me want to fight to keep living, to not let the monsters and the darkness win, because it was so much better being surrounded by her light. And if her penchant for taser play had taught me anything, she could more than put me in my place if necessary. She was my match, my queen, and I would spend the rest of my life worshipping her like one if she let me.