I scooted closer to him, my arms wrapped around his tattooed neck, anchoring myself to him as the storm brewed, warning me of what was to come. “I want you. All of you. Show me your darkness. Please.”
“And if you don’t like what you see?” he challenged, his hands settling on my hips, my heart fluttering at the simple touch. Ever since I gave him my consent, he hadn’t stopped touching me.
“I've seen you covered in blood, standing above me,” I reminded him. He was beautiful then, too. That was the thing about art—it could be dark too.
He chuckled darkly. “My bloodlust alone should scare you.”
I stared at him, refusing to back down. Collin Stevens only spilled the blood of evil men.
His face grew serious once more. “You weren’t supposed to be real,” he admitted, his voice thick with emotion, though the coldness still lingered in the shadows, waiting to take over. “When I was a kid, I was passed around from foster homes to orphanages…until I just stopped going back. My last set of foster parents were a different kind of monster, Karina. The woman wanted me to shower in front of her.”
My stomach dropped. “Col.”
He waved it off. “Anyways, I stopped going back there, stopped going to school. I lived on the streets. You would think thewinters were the hardest, but it was actually the heat of summer that nearly killed me.”
“Oh, Collin.” The image of a little raven-haired, blue-eyed boy sweating and thirsty in the heat made my chest ache.
He pinned me with a glare. “I don’t want your pity. I survived, but some nights, usually when I slept in the parks under the metal slides, I would dream of a day when I would finally be happy. There would be a bright light in those dreams, warm and welcoming—a woman.”
His throat bobbed as he looked down at our intertwined fingers, my fair skin against his ink covered skin. Total opposites, drawn together by darkness. “The woman laughed one time—in my dream, and I’ll never forget that sound. It was music. Then, years later, I heard that very same laugh when I was standing at third base.”
My brows came together as those eyes met mine.
“Eight years ago. It was the seventh inning, and we were trailing by two against Texas. Kevin was up to bat, and I was trying to steal Homeplate. You were sitting in the stands with Haley and Gwen. It was one of the only games Gwen came to. I heard thatsound,and I thought I was dreaming. Imagine my surprise when I looked to see your head thrown back, that music coming from your mouth.” He huffed a harsh laugh. “As if you weren’t temptation enough, the universe decided show me the woman in the light was you.”
There were no words.
I couldn’t—I just stared at him, my tears dragging down my cheeks.
Slowly, I pulled my hands from his, reaching under me to line his semi-hard length up with my entrance, letting my body convey the things I couldn’t say. Not yet.
His eyes flared, heat returning to them as I slowly sank down on him. Grinding my hips as his erection grew inside me, Ipressed light kisses on his cheeks, nose, forehead, jaw. He sat perfectly still—until I lifted up and slammed back down onto him, a gasp leaving my body as pleasure surged through me.“Oh.”
“Jesus, Karina,” he growled, gripping my waist.
My head fell against his shoulder as my body began to show him just how much he meant to me.
My darkness. My demon. My Col.
“You are my darkness,” I breathed against his tattooed neck, my hands rubbing up and down his torso as I continued to ride him slowly, every inch of him stretching me all over again. His fingers flexed on my flesh as he groaned, his mouth finding my ear.
“And you are my light,” he rasped, moving his hips up to meet mine. I whimpered at the force.
“I’m yours, Col,” I moaned, his fingers finding my clit as my hands dug into his arms. He fucked me faster, taking control of my body to chase his pleasure. He spanked me, his teeth sinking into the skin on my neck, marking me, and I just held on.
My eyes fell closed as I tightened and then exploded around him, screaming into his neck. His growls and grunts of pleasure only added to mine.
He brought me down onto his cock over and over, using me. I loved it. My lips found his ear, my teeth nibbling the skin. “You fuck me so good, Daddy.”
“Jesus,” he seethed, his head falling back, his body shuddering. That reaction only motivated me more. I wanted him to lose every ounce of control, I wanted him to go insane for me and only me. I moaned, moving my hips faster as I rose up over him. His eyes flew open, and they were nearly black. He looked feral as he bared his teeth to me.
“You want your demon to fill you up, baby?”
I nodded, my breath hitching as he started playing with my clit. He wanted me to come again—
“Col, please. I can’t—” I begged, slightly upset that he back took control.
“You’ll get my cum when you earn it,” he growled, flipping me onto my back, his hand wrapping around my throat. Our eyes met, and he immediately tried to remove it, but I stopped him.
