The Initiation (Darkness Within Duet 1)

The truth was, he didn’t have a fucking clue what he was doing or even why. Only that he had to.

“Let me go.” She went to strike him, and he caught both of her hands, pressing them above her head.

She growled the moment he did it.

Still, he didn’t speak even as she fought him, her body arching against him. The thrust of her tits pressed on her shirt.

He was used to women being all over him, used to the female sex wanting him and willing to do whatever he said.

This, with Harper, was new.

He didn’t mind it. In fact, he found it rather refreshing. She wouldn’t give in, wouldn’t allow him to have what he wanted.

Staring into her sweet blue eyes, he remembered them the first day of kindergarten. How scared she’d looked as she watched the other kids. Like him, she observed. She waited to see what was coming her way.

Where he had three friends, she had none. No one wanted to be her friend.

He’d watched her over the years. Seen her grow up, again, always alone, never one to join the crowds.

Always good.

He wanted to break that goodness, to shatter the innocence within her.

He’d never been allowed to be free, to be good, to be strong.

She was everything he’d been ordered to avoid.

Now, though, after her mother ended her tragic life, there was a darkness swirling within Harper. Shadows clouded her once clear gaze.

“Don’t you have some teenager to screw?” she asked, fighting him.

“You want to take the job?” He finally spoke, and seeing that spark of anger flash within her gaze turned him on.

“Fuck you, Draven. Let me go.”

“I’ll let you go when I’m good and ready.” He kept her hands locked above her head. He wondered what she’d do if he caressed down her body, touching her tits before cupping her between her thighs. She’d probably come.

So much repressed rage.

He could tutor that, help it come out.

Leaning forward, he stroked his cheek against hers, feeling how soft her flesh was. “We’re going to have a lot of fun together, you and I.”

He stepped back, releasing her.

She stayed perfectly still by the wall, glaring at him. Slowly, she lowered her hands down to her sides.

“Asshole.”

He laughed as she made her escape. Maybe he was an asshole; he never claimed to be anything but. He liked seeing her run though.

He followed her out of the bathroom, watching as she darted out of the school.

Walking in the same direction, he saw her stepmother was waiting. Heading to his car, he stopped and watched.

Hannah with her bleached blonde hair and fake tan, looked the part of a trophy wife to fit within the street she lived. Even his own mother had the same look, including fake tits. They had to look a certain way.

Harper didn’t fit.

With her wild, raven hair, so like her mother’s, and shocking blue eyes, to Draven, she stood out. She didn’t belong in their world. It’s what set her apart from everything he knew.

She wasn’t fake enough. Harper epitomized everything real and true in the world.

He waited as she paused near the car, clearly not wanting to go with her new stepmother.

Hannah gave him a wave. They’d met a few times at a couple of the parties his father threw. He didn’t wave back as Harper glanced back at him.

The indecision stopped as she opened the door and climbed right on inside.

Hannah had propositioned him a few times. Belonging to Ian Miller hadn’t stopped her whoring ways. He knew she’d come from one of the many clubs his father owned. She’d been presented to Ian as a gift.

The fucker had fallen in love, or thought he had. The truth was, Draven’s father owned her. If it amused him, he could order her to a party in front of Ian, and force her to fuck every single guy there and present her cum-filled pussy to her husband.

He’d half expected him to do it, but so far, Ian Miller must have clearly been a good dog for his dad.

Climbing into his car, he saw a couple of texts from Axel and Buck. They were at Axel’s place, partying with a couple of cheerleaders. He opened up the pictures and saw they’d gone straight from a party to a gangbang.

He rolled his eyes. He didn’t know why his friends found it completely necessary to text him shit from their party.

Heading home, he ignored the pull to go and visit Harper. Her stepmother would let him inside the house.

His time with Harper would come soon enough. All he needed to do was be patient.

Parking his car in the driveway, he made sure to give himself plenty of space to leave if necessary. Walking up to his front door, he closed it behind him, and stopped.

“That’s right, baby, you sniff it up. Good girls like you always get the good stuff.”