The Initiation (Darkness Within Duet 1)

She opened up around him, her sweet pussy pulsing as he filled her.

Gripping her hips, he thrust in deep, and closed his eyes. He slid his fingers between her slit, stroking over her clit. The first touch to her nub had him groaning as her cunt tightened around him.

Each touch and stroke set her off, squeezing him even tighter.

He stayed perfectly still within her, wanting to feel her come first. Kissing her shoulder, he stroked her clit and saw her hands clenching the blanket as he drew her closer and closer to orgasm.

The moment she came apart, he had to control his own release as it nearly set him off. So tight. So wet. So fucking sweet.

He couldn’t concentrate.

She strangled his cock, and finally, when he couldn’t take it anymore, he stopped playing with her and started to work his dick inside her.

Pushing in and out.

Over and over.

The condom wasn’t a pretty sight, but he couldn’t do anything about that. So he fucked her, seeing her cum over the condom.

One day, he’d take her without it, and he’d get to live out his own porno when it came to her. He’d have her every single day, full to the brim with their cum. There was so much he wanted to do to her. In time, he hoped to share every single memory with her.

Pulling out of her, he disposed of the condom, and walked back to the bed, cuddling up to her. Her curvy ass nestled against his pelvis. He wrapped his arms around her, cupping her tit.

“I need to wrap your hands,” she said. She grabbed his hand, and her thumb ran around the wounds that hurt.

“I’m good.”

“You don’t have to play the tough guy to me.”

“They don’t hurt. I don’t feel them.” Hitting things was something he was good at. No matter how many times he did it, it no longer caused him pain.

“I’ll never get used to this.”

“You’re going to have to.” He kissed her shoulder.

“Draven?”

“Yes.”

“One day it’s not just going to be you and me, is it?”

He gripped her hip tighter. “No.”

“Will you be able to share me?”

“Yes.” The lie fell easily from his tongue.

“Will I have to share you?”

“Never.”

She rolled over, and he cupped her cheek.

He watched as she opened her mouth, then closed it. “What is it?”

“Nothing. It’s fine.” She leaned up, kissing his lip. “Good night, Draven.”

She rolled back over.

He wouldn’t let her go. Not ever. Staring across his bedroom, he held her in his arms, waiting for her to fall asleep.

Time passed, and it took her a long time to finally relax and go to sleep. Lifting up, he stroked a curl away from her face.

“If I didn’t have to share you, I wouldn’t. I’ll do anything for my friends, even get them to fall for the girl I’ve been wanting all my life. You’ve been mine from the first moment I saw you, Harper. I’ll never let you go, and I wouldn’t change that. They’re my brothers, and I would die for them.”

He laid a kiss to her head and settled in behind her. Breathing in her lemony scent, he found peace as he slept also.

Chapter Fourteen

The following morning, Harper stared down at a sleeping Draven. He looked so content in his sleep. She didn’t have it in her to wake him up.

She climbed back into her shorts and crop top. Instead of waking him with kisses, she’d make him some food.

Pulling on a pair of socks, she left his room and headed toward the kitchen that he’d showed her last night. She didn’t pass anyone in the hallway or on the stairs. His parents hadn’t been home last night, and as she entered the kitchen, she went straight to the fridge.

He loved bacon and eggs. It was the one thing she’d always cooked with her mother on the weekends. Opening drawers and cupboards, she found everything she needed to make a delicious breakfast.

The bandage on her hand was a reminder of what happened last night.

She placed a hand to her stomach, counted to ten, and got to work making breakfast. Turning on the coffee machine, she hummed to herself, just enjoying the freedom.

“Well, well, well,” a very masculine voice said.

She gasped, spinning around with the carton of eggs in her hand. She bumped into the corner of the island and ended up dropping the six eggs onto the floor.

“Shoot, I’m so sorry.”

“Who are you?” he asked.

She tucked some hair behind her ears and stared at the older man. Draven looked similar to this man. He had to be his father.

“Erm, I’m Harper.”

“Ah, Miller’s girl.”

“You’re Draven’s dad?” she asked.

He looked her up and down, assessing her.

She didn’t like that. No man should be looking at her as if she had some kind of price tag.

“Yes. Where is Draven?”

“He’s in bed.” Her cheeks were on fire as she stared at his dad, who smiled.