Welcome to the Dark Side (The Fallen Men, #2)

by Giana Darling

Even at seven, I harbored a black rebel soul bound in velvet bows and bible verse.

just because someone is not who you want them to be, it does not mean they are incapable of good.”

but sometimes a person’s got a soul so pretty it makes ’em glow prettier than anythin’ else.

I love you, Loulou

I personally will cut off your dick and shove it up your ass if you treat her like anything less than fuckin’ gold. Under-fuckin’-stood?”

He was wrong because in every way that mattered, Loulou was the woman I wanted to be. She was the dark heart of me brought to life, unbound from the scripture and familial guilt of my youth. It was the section of my soul that found violence a necessary tool of retribution.

His enormous frame took up the entire back of the red velvet booth and his mess of curling brown hair caught in the light like it was dipped in gold. He looked powerful and dark. A god in his den of iniquity.

Then came Louise Lafayette. The mayor’s daughter. Same age as my youngest fuckin’ kid. And the fuck of it was, I’d never wanted anyone more than I wanted her.

Even drunk as fuck and rank as shit, Louise Lafayette took my fuckin’ breath away.

With or without me, Loulou Lafayette was going over to the dark side. And I’d decided I’d be the welcoming committee.

She was givin’ in to the devil on her shoulder and I was bound and fuckin’ determined to be the voice of Satan.

She was the definition of off-fuckin’-limits even for a man like me who didn’t go in for rules.

It was even more seriously fucked because I didn’t care. I wanted her. I wanted her worse than I’d ever wanted anythin’ in my life, even my first Harley that I’d saved for startin’ when I was eight years old and first saw a bike in one of my uncle’s car magazines. I didn’t care that she was a little girl. If I was being honest, it was hot as fuck that she was so young, so fresh, like a blank wall in front of a graffiti artist, I wanted to stripe her in paint, draw her up in anarchy. I wanted to be the one to fuck her that first time, her blood on my cock and her cries in my mouth as I claimed her.

Even as I swore it to myself, I caught sight of her bendin’ over a stool to pick up something from the floor and noted the perfect ripe peach shape of that ass, thought about my cock wedged between each cheek, weeping against her skin as I came all over it and marked her as mine. And I knew I was fucked.

“Take a sip of it, little girl. Let’s see how well you swallow the fire down that delicate throat, how you like the burn of it in your belly. I think I might like the sight’a ya with tears in your eyes as you try to take what I give you.”

Too bad I was the kind of teenage girl who dreamed of men who could murder with their bare hands, who swore like it was essential to the English language and believed in brotherhood more than the law. Eh, everyone had their crosses to bear and I figured that was mine.

“I’m not a kid anymore, Zeus Garro. And with or without you, this is who I am and I’m in this world to stay.”

She may have had the body of a sinner but she had the looks of an angel and the heart to match.

She glanced over her shoulder, her pretty face obscured by ugly fuckin’ protective eyewear and ear mufflers and she was still the prettiest thing I’d ever seen, gun pressed to her tricep, finger on the trigger and massive grin on her face.

She made a man who’d felt like a monster his entire life, feel like a fuckin’ angel.

“Behave,” I ordered. “Yes, Daddy,” she answered, humor rich in her voice. I reached out to smack her ass, hard. She squealed, her free hand coming to rub over the hurt as she frowned at me. “Um, ouch!” “Don’t fuckin’ tempt me, Lou,” I warned her.

Mute was my constant shadow and one I found I loved. I liked his largeness, his quietness, and the way he lumbered in a manner that was somehow graceful.

I craved the darkness. Even more, I craved the god who ruled from it.

“Is this what you wanted, little girl? You wanted to see what would happen to a room fulla men when you took your clothes off? Wanted to see ’em pant and lust after ya?”

“What are you doing?” I whispered, staring up at him with wide, unblinking eyes. He dipped even closer so that his lips whispered across my own and his thick-lashed crazy-beautiful eyes were the only things I saw. “Seducin’ ya properly.” “What?” I gasped as his teeth nipped into my lower lip and rasped over it. “You heard me.” “I…” I swallowed. “You’re fucking me.”

“No, but I fuckin’ well plan on it. You wanted me to touch you, Lou, you wanted to tempt the fuckin’ beast? Well, here he is. Now, tell me has anyone been inside this young, fresh pussy, Lou?” he asked me in a way that suggested the answer had better well be no. “Anyone stretched you so much it burned but ya loved it anyway?”

“You begged me to touch your pretty young pussy and now I’m not going to stop until your cum is drippin’ from my fingers like honey.”

I was utterly helpless, held captive by a man with warning labels sewn into the very lining of his soul. And I wanted him so badly, I shook with it.

“So wet. You like the thought of me finger-fuckin’ you on this table, in the middle’a this club? Betcha wish there was someone to watch, to see how goddamn magnificent you’ll be when you break apart at the seams.”

“Wanna feel this pussy leakin’ all over my dick while you work it,” he rasped in such a low rumble it was nearly indecipherable. “Wanna see your face as you struggle to take alla me in this tight cunt. Tell me, Lou, when I first break through, will you cry pretty tears for me?”

“You don’t like it when I cry.” “New rule. You’re allowed to cry when I claim you as mine.”

“No fuckin’ way the first time I’m takin’ my girl is on a table in the middle of this fuckin’ club. ‘Sides, you gotta earn my cock, little girl.”

I jerked when he gave it two quick, gentle pats and said, “Good girl.”

I’d made a deal with the devil, tasted his brand of sin in hell and as the fables always said, once you indulged in the food of the underworld, you were stuck in its depths forever.

“Stuck with me,” I croaked, trying to be brave and strong and unmoved but completely unable to because how often does a girl live a dream come true? He turned his lips into my hair and kissed me. “It’s you who’s stuck with me, little warrior. Not lettin’ you go now. Not fuckin’ ever.” “Good.”

If I have to kill every single fuckin’ man on this goddamn planet to be with you, Lou, you better believe that I fuckin’ will and I’ll do it with a fuckin’ smile.”

I wanted both. The princess and the sinner.

The brothers at my booth, Nova and Bat, ripped their eyes away from Lou, blinkin’ like they’d looked too long at the sun My fuckin’ sun.

’Cause I’m gonna cave your motherfuckin’ face in for playin’ fucked up games with my girl.”

“She told me she was nothin’ to you!” I grinned, flexed and released my fist as I drew closer to ’im and then reared it back as I said, “She’s every fuckin’ thing to me.”

I wanted those weapons of mass destruction on my skin, wrapped around my wrists like shackles, parting the folds of my soaking wet cunt like a hot knife through butter. I wanted the stretch and burn of each thick digit inside me and then I wanted him to wrap the other big paw around my throat like a threat, like a benediction and claim me as his while I came all over his palm.

“To show you. This is me. This is the monster you’re so desperate to make your own. There’s no goin’ into this with eyes closed shut, Lou. I’m the kinda man, someone wrongs you, I cause him the equivalent in pain. I’m a man of loyalty and vengeance, violence and sex. Won’t make apologies for it and won’t have you romanticizin’

“You want me, little girl? You want the man who’ll always right your wrongs with blood and teach you all’a the dark ways of life, includin’ how to take a cock and make it come? Who’ll tell you what to do to please him and expect you to obey?”

“You want to get up on this counter and offer your sweet, wet cunt to me. Open up those golden thighs nice and wide under that little skirt so I can see exactly what it is you’re offerin’ me. I’ll teach you to touch that pretty pussy for me until you’re so wet I can smell it, then you’ll come exactly when I tell you to, and we’ll see if you’re good enough to be mine.”

“Two fingers on your clit, gentle circles so it stands up nice and high for me.” “Oh God.” “You feel you’ve gotta pray to get through this ’fore I give you the okay to come, you do that, little girl,” he drawled. “Now dip one of those little fingers into that tight cunt but careful not to break the seal. My cock’ll do that soon enough.”

Little girl, I told you, I’ve seen it all. But until you, didn’t know if any of it was worth it.”

“Need to make sure you were cool with it, the monster in real life. Now I do, you need to know. I was serious about not lettin’ ya go. And by that, I mean fuckin’ ever.”

“The first seventeen years of my life, I fasted. I kept my body clean and my spirit pure. Now, I want to feast like a glutton, spread lust on my breakfast toast, shoot violence and sip greed. And I want you to teach me, sinner man, because you’re the only man for the job,” I told him.

He tasted like whiskey and smoke, hot and sinful on my tongue and I knew if wickedness had a taste, it would be him.

“Welcome to the dark side, then, little Lou.”