The last thing I expected was for Dane to push me into the car. Luckily for my fast reflexes, I softened my landing with my hands and stopped from landing face first in his seat. The driver’s door opens and I push up and sit back before he slides in. He slams the door and doesn’t even glance my way before turning the car on. He revs the engine and I scramble to put my seat belt on as he peels out of the neighborhood. When we’re on the main highway, I fold my arms and lean back.
“You haven’t given me a very good first impression,” I grumble.
I’m face forward and stare out of the window. I try not to look at him, but my eyes don’t get the memo. They dart to my left and land on his hand as they grip the steering wheel. I swallow as my gaze trails up his forearm. Goddess, he’s muscular, the material of his shirt stretched tight over his thick forearms. I’ve seen the ink that hides beneath it and itch to see it.
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If Dane felt me, he didn’t show it. His eyes remained on the road and his face remained a hard wall of indifference. I bit on my bottom lip as I pulled him out. Still, he said nothing. Did nothing. And I became determined to get a reaction out of him. When I stared down at him, my lips parted and drool wet my lips. He was perfect. My fingers were wrapped around his girth and they didn’t touch. He had the density of a soda can and I struggled to hold in a moan.“What’s wrong? Cat catch your tongue?” Dane asked.“No, I-”“Let’s not pretend you don’t know what to do with a cock,” he teased.“It’s not that. It’s just…” I trailed off as my fingers trailed down the underside.“What?” he asked.“You’re even bigger than the pics,&
Dane’s scent envelops me, my lips feel swollen, and my throat hurts, but I snuggle closer. My nails dig into flesh. The fear of him dropping me is strong even as I come in and out of consciousness. With how much I weigh, I’d expect him to have to throw me up in the air to get a better grip, but he didn’t do that once. Picture what you do with a toddler when you’ve been holding them for a really long time. Your arms get tired, and you have to throw them up to get a better hold on them.I have a lot of experience with kids. Older siblings and all. Not that Dane makes me think of having kids. Goddess. Then it’s dark again. The next few moments are a blur of images, scents, and sounds. One second, there’s darkness, and the next, men are scrambling around us. Dane has come to a full stop. I see them before I hear them. My ears decide they don’t want to work at this moment.Abort!
It took a minute, but when I came down from the high of the orgasm Dane woke me up with, it hit me. Not because I’d spent the night over at someone’s house, but because I had one trigger, and the sex-god of my dreams chose to do it. Trauma. That’s what should have crossed my mind when I woke up to him between my legs, but that’s not what happened.I read dark romance all the time. Zero triggers. I can read somnophilia, but going through it? Waking up from it? I didn’t think I’d be able to do it without being dragged into the hell that is my past. I never thought I’d ever be okay with being woken up with physical touch, or anything close to sexual.Amos used to take what he wanted from me when he wanted it. No explanation was needed. Nor was consent a thing in his world. I was his. To have and to do with what he wanted. Something so normal for him haunted my sleep. Bu
The fear of his massive monster cock was real, but there were a few things I’d like to do with it. After refusing to get out of bed, he grabbed my ankles, flipped me, and pulled me to the edge like a rag doll. Laying on my stomach, ass up, Dane descended on me. His chest flush with my back, his cock digging into back, my jaw was on the bed. My inner avid book reader was kicking her feet and squealing.It shouldn’t have turned me on as much as it did, but that one move had me dripping like an omega in one of my Omegaversebooks. I was gushing. It should have been embarrassing, but I was too busy panting. That voice that usually ruined everything whispered that I should be angry at being manhandled, especially after everything I’d gone through, but Goddess, I loved it.The force he exerted didn’t scare me, and I knew that made me crazy. Cleo was no fucking help. She agreed vehemently; her giggling hard to ign
Secrets don’t scare me. There are worse evils. Some men don’t even hide it, but there’s only one particular worry I have. I don’t want to be a home wrecker. I refuse to be someone who destroys a family. And I have no filter.“Are you mated?” I asked. Dane drops the pan he was about to put on the stove with a clatter. He arches a brow, but I hold his gaze, making sure he knows I am dead serious.“Do you think I would have come to you last night and kept you here if I were married?” he asked.“That’s not a no,” I said.“That’s definitely not a yes,” he said.“Can you just answer the question?” I sassed.“I’ve said this already, but I can’t wait to put you over my lap,” he growled. I stared at him pointedly. “No, I&rsquo
One minute, two minutes pass. I blink and then my jaw drops when his words register. My brows fly into my hairline and I wait for Dane to laugh and tell me this is a joke. This only happens in dark romance books, or even better, paranormal romance books. This is the part where I squeal and kick my legs on the bed. No way this is seriously happening.But the longer I stare at Dane, the longer I realize this is actually fucking happening. He doesn’t lift his arm and motion me closer. I swallow when he doesn’t chuckle and tell me to hurry my sweet little ass over to him.The grey eyes across the room hold no laughter in them and I know without a doubt that Dane means business. My eyes snag on the movement as he lifts his arm. For a second, hope blooms, only to be crushed as he points downward with his index finger. He’s dead serious and I’m standing with my mouth gaping open, looking as baffled as I feel.
My mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. With all the books I’ve read, you’d think I would know what to do or at least what to expect. I’ve read so much smut, this whole scenario is a classic. It’s a fantasy come to life. But what do I do? I stare into his grey eyes like a confused prude. His grip tightens, causing me to flinch, and he’s so close I can feel his warm breath on my face.“I don’t like repeating myself,” he warned.I knew this. He knew this, but the promise of what might happen if I disobeyed again called to me like a siren luring ships to their untimely death. Snapping out of my downward spiral of thoughts, I lift my hands from my lap and place them on his thighs. He releases me and leans back in his seat. Slowly, I slide my hands up, purposely brushing over the outline of his cock until I reach the taunt skin of his abdomen.I kneel at his
"Shiiiit," he groans as I enthusiastically bob and suck him like my life depends on it. I want this. Need him to come down my throat. I’m on my knees, my back bent at a ninety-degree angle as I take every fucking inch he has. The edges of my lips feel like they’re going to rip, and tears blur my vision as we both use my throat as a punching bag.“I’m going to come, baby girl. You’re not going to waste a drop, are you?” Dane grunted.His body was tense, his balls squished against my chin as my fingers continued massaging them. I used my thumb to draw circles into it as they drew tight. He was getting close, and I wanted his release more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I swallow and hum to answer him. He shoves me down on his cock, holding me there while he came. It gushed from his tip and my eyes rolled into the back of my head at his taste. He was better than drugs. Who needed Moonywhen y
Falling asleep with the woman I love in my arms brought me a peace I have never known. I haven’t slept that well… ever. Vera was running and I knew it had to do with her shitty ex. When she cried out her safe word, I almost saw red. The implications of what she’s been through was enough for me to know he was running on borrowed time. Luckily for him, I wasn’t in a rush to get his info. This was only the beginning. I just needed a name, picture… and an address. Okay, I just needed a name and an address and then I’d sort it for her. We’ve been talking for months, but seeing her in person? Fuck. I knew right away why I was so obsessed with her. Months of Snarling her and I had no idea she was mine. I should have known.Years of wondering about my mate, instincts demanded I find her, but I couldn’t. I didn’t think I deserved to look for her after I got Ana pregnant. She was a passing fling, but when she came to me holding her belly, one sniff and I knew Maria was mine. I did right by her a
The silence in the room was deafening. My forehead wrinkled, my lips parted, and I forgot how to breathe. I know I didn’t hear that right. Right? My eyebrows furrowed. Goddess, it felt like my heart had stopped. I swallowed as I looked into Dane’s eyes. I expected his face to light up and tell me he was joking, but what I found was unwavering truth. There wasn’t any shame there like I assumed. I’ve read books where men have lied about having children just so they could get a piece of ass. While I’m aware I can’t base real life situations off of what I’ve read, I’ve also known alpha-holes who are exactly like the villain.Was I doubting him with this new piece of information after he’d done absolutely nothing for me to feel this way?Yes. Yes, I was.“It wasn’t in your SnarlChat bio,” I rasped. Unconsciously, I tried to pull away, but his grip tightened.“I’m not on SnarlChat looking for a life partner,” he said slow and carefully.“Well, no. I guess not many are,” I scoffed. He held m
“Okay. Let’s start easy. How old are you?” I asked.“I’m 26. What about you?”“I’m 24,” I laughed. I wasn’t 16 anymore and internally I felt old.“What would you have done if you were older?” he asked.“Hey! I’m the one asking the questions around here,” I teased.“Okay, okay,” he chuckled. He pushed the bag of cheesy goodness, offering me damnation. I didn’t even hesitate as I grabbed a handful. He held the bag between us and that had me smiling. Apparently, the bar was still on the floor.“How long have you lived here?” Then I bit into the puffy chip and waited for his response.“I spent half of my life living somewhere else. I had to move here for personal reasons and enlisted,” he said.“Hm… do you have any siblings? Little sisters? Brothers?” I asked.“No. I’m an only child.”“Wow, really?” He nodded. “But you’re not a spoiled brat.”“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he laughed.“You should. I have nine siblings! How was it growing up? Quiet?” I was intrigued to know.“I had a lot
When I’d all but licked my dish clean, I looked up to find leaning back in his seat, watching me. There was a glint in his eyes that told me he had sinful, delicious thoughts. My throat tightened. It felt like he could see through me, no, into me. As if he were peering into my soul. I was in a towel, but Goddess, I hadn’t felt as naked as I did right then. A shiver ran up my spine. My cheeks heated, and I knew my face was red. Unable to take a second more, I jumped to my feet and grabbed my dish. Only for him to take it from me.“You’re not doing that,” he murmured as he shook his head.“I’m not doing what? Taking my mess back?” I laughed. The first time makes sense, but at this point I was feeling like a burden. He laced his fingers with mine, and I forget how to breathe when he pressed his lips to my knuckles. His eyes cut to mine.“No, you can’t,” he growled.I mean… it’s hard to argue with that.But I would.“Okay, okay. I’ll just… sit down like a princess,” I feigned with mock ser
Dane was right. It had been hours. The sun had already sunk beneath the horizon and the moon hung high in the sky. The stars danced and their sparkle kept catching my eye. But nothing held my attention as much as Dane’s chiseled, tattooed back. When we walked into the kitchen, he lifted me and placed me on the counter. He hadn’t given me a shirt or let me change before he dragged me downstairs. So the cool counter top against the back of my thighs caused goosebumps to break out across my skin. He stood right beside me with a bowl of meat and had already finished peeling and chopping potatoes into thin little cubes.“How do smash burgers and fries sound?” Dane asked.“Like a food orgasm,” I groaned.“I love it when you make that sound. I’ll give you whatever kind of orgasm you want, whenever. Just say the word,” he sighed. My cheeks flushed as a smile spread across my face. He smirked as he rolled the meat in the palm of his hand and squished it effortlessly. He placed one patty after a
Did he really just write his name using his cum?There is only one book I’ve read where the morally grey character did that. I remember it vividly because my jaw was on the floor and if the author had asked for my soul to bring him to life, I would have said yes without hesitation. Not only is Dane giving me big bad daddy Dom, but in a short period, he’s given me everything I need. But this? He’s doing the Goddess’ work by bringing a smut slut’s dreams to life.My vision blurred and my chin trembled. Dane lifted his gaze to mine. There was a possessiveness there, but also a gleam. The bastard. He was enjoying the blatant shock on my face. I should be irked, but I wasn’t. I was a whirlwind of I want him forever, spank me again, and fuck me now. How was a girl supposed to think straight when faced with Dane? His eyes warm as a smile spreads across my face even as a single tear escaped and rolled down my cheek. His story grays tracked the one tear to rebel against my will.“I know this is
Dane claimed I was his, as if that was that. There was no explanation, no elaboration. It just was. I wanted those two little words to be true. Goddess, I did. Even though he looked me in the eye when he said it, beneath the many layers over my heart, I didn’t believe it. I needed to stay in this bubble where he only wanted me. I needed to wrap myself up in his words. In the short time we knew each other, he hadn’t lied to me.Was it possible to fall head over heals with someone you’d only known a few days?It was so ludicrous; I wanted to laugh. And yet here I was, pretending I would be okay with this just being a fling. He hadn’t lied to me before, but like all men, they eventually did. This only bothered me now that I was with Dane. I hoped he would lie to me longer. He rinsed my hair, distracting me from my thoughts. I held onto him, afraid he’d disappear if I didn’t.He lifted me onto the edge of the tub, my skin a light contract to the obsidian beneath. The hard material was cool
Surprise. That’s what had my eyebrows diving into my hairline. The meaning behind Dane’s words were clear, but my mind wouldn’t process them in correlation with myself. Stripped bare in front of this man with my his hand on my neck, my pulse thrummed beneath his thumb.The things that would make me nervous on a daily basis, weren’t. Why? Because of his big dick? No. Dane waving his cock around didn’t make my trauma disappear. My body and brain have been at odds since he showed up at the party and dragged me to his car. I couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up and fell from my lips. I felt like I was going to crack. I’d blame my hysteria on exhaustion.“I didn’t know you were a king, but I think you’re mistaken.”“About what exactly?” Dane asked as he cocked his head.“I am no queen,” I murmured in comedic disbelief.Steel eyes darkened to a stormy gray, and the hand wrapped around my throat squeezed. After the abuse I’d suffered at the hand of the man who was supposed to love me, I s
“You’re the only one. I did those things because it was you,” Dane rasped.“You expect me to believe that you’d do all of those things for someone you’d never met?” I asked.“I expect nothing but what you have to offer,” Dane said.I don’t know what it was, but it felt like too much. He was too much. I needed to get away, but Dane refused to release me as I shook my head. He hovered right in front of me, not above me. He treated me as an equal, he spoke to me as someone he valued, and he waited patiently for me to speak like what I said mattered. The walls were closing in and the clouds promised to help me dive into the dark abyss I was used to.His body served as barrier, unbending against he winds of depression. His eyes held me captive, demanding I believe him. He refused to let me look anywhere but at him. He wanted me to hear him, feel him, trust him. Of course, I heard him. I knew I was being ridiculous. I felt like an idiot for crying over women wanting him, when I just slept w