The Widow Maker (Dark Vows Duet 2)

“Tell me, Rain,” he says in a low, menacing voice. “Do you love me?”

“Y-Yes,” I whisper, finally able to speak again.

“Only me?”

“Yes.”

“Forever?”

“Yes...”

“You won’t look at another man again.”

I shake my head, whispering, “Never.”

“Then why aren’t you giving me what I want?”

“What do you want, Heath?” I ask softly.

“I want you, Sunshine. All of you. None of this fucking holding back, no fucking teasing, no more of your excuses.” His eyes sparkle like onyxes. “Will you give me what I want, Rain? Or will you force me to take it away from you?”

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Chapter 14

I watch him digging in the drawers of his desk with wary eyes. I know what’s coming, and I don’t like it. This addiction of Heath’s is getting more and more out of control, making me dizzy with worry for him. But I try not to let it show. Not that I have much of a choice, anyway.

I stretch my fingers out as far as I can, but I can barely move. The rope he’s used to tie me to the office chair is bound tightly, not allowing a moment’s reprieve.

“Please, Heath,” I cry out again. “Don’t do this. I don’t want you taking that stuff anymore.”

He ignores me, finally pulling out a baggy filled to the brim with powder. He smirks, bringing it over to me and leaning the chair back so I’m practically laying down. I whimper as he shakes out granule after granule of the finely milled powder. He rips the belt out of his chinos and uses it to form a line on my stomach, going to my collarbone.

“Ready for this, Sunshine?” he asks darkly, making me realize there’s absolutely nothing I can do to stop this.

A sick part of is fucking loving what he’s putting me through. And I’d be lying if I didn’t admit my clit is fucking throbbing with need for him. I force myself to keep quiet though, only whimpering as he snorts the line he’s formed on me up his nose. He leans his head back, letting out a loud growl before facing me again.

The transformation within Heath is fast enough to send my mind spinning. Those beautiful gray eyes darken impossibly until they’re nearly black. Hungry groans escape his lips as he places more powder on my erect nipple. He licks it off a second later.

“Please, Heath,” I whisper, not wanting to admit just how much this is turning me on. “Just stop...”

“I’m not stopping. This is my last hit.”

This makes my heart speed up with hope. “Your last?”

He nods. “Yours and mine. I want us to get high together like last time. I want my last time to be memorable because it’s with you.”

“O-Okay,” I manage, shaking beneath the ropes. “Untie me. Please.”

Doing as I ask, he saws through the soft rope with a pocket knife. Shakily, I use the knife to form a line of the powder on the glass desk. My heart speeds up as I inhale deeply, feeling the drug hitting my system.

Even though I’ve experienced its effects before, this time the hit is even harder. I moan at the feeling of utter helplessness mixing with the intense need to be touched. When my eyes meet Heath’s, I can tell he’s going through the same thing.

We want, need each other. And tonight is going to be fucking amazing.

We come together in a mess of whispered words and our tongues lashing at each other. I lick his skin; he sucks my nipples into his mouth while his skilled fingers explore my dripping hole. I urge him on, begging for more as he lays me down on the glass desk.

“I need to be inside you,” he mutters urgently. “I need to feel you clenching around me.”

He whips me around so my back is to him. My heart pounds, knowing we’re acting on pure animal instinct. Heath’s cock plunges inside my pussy, making me scream with need for more.

“I want your ass too, sunshine,” he says. “I want it all.”

I freeze up. Despite the high I’m currently riding, I’m reminded of what Xander’s men did to me. How they violated me. I thought I’d never be able to go through with this type of sex again... but now I gasp at the thought of it.

“Take it,” I get out just as Heath spits on my ass, using his thumb to wet my entrance. “Please, Heath. Take it all.”

He grunts as he pushes his entire length inside my now gaping hole. Screams rip themselves from my lips, but I don’t fight him as he pushes into my pussy, then into my ass again. He keeps switching between my holes so fast I’m losing my mind, barely clinging on for dear life as he unleashes the full extent of his power on my willing body.

The white powder we took has made me into a sex toy, and I don’t even fucking mind. I want to stay like this forever. I’m understanding why it’s so fucking easy to get addicted to this stuff. This feeling of floating, of being on the brink or orgasm with every breath I take, is fucking intoxicating. I can’t stop myself from wanting it. I wonder if it feels the same for Heath.