Dark Captor (Dark Syndicate 2)

“It does. I designed this house to have a few secret doors. This one will be good for us.”

He waves his hand motioning for me to go through the door so I do.

A set of lights come on lighting up the path, brightening the way so I can see some steps leading down to the bottom.

We go down them and through another door that leads out to the beach. It’s not the same beach I’ve been going to. this is just a little patch and then the rest of the area is the woods.

In the oncoming night there’s almost an eerie vibe about the place, at the same time last remains of the sunlight cast a soothing glow over the scenery making it look serene.

Tristan takes my hand to lead me and it feels like the most natural thing.

I didn’t think we could go anywhere more beautiful than where we were the other day, but I was wrong.

I gasp when I see the waterfall flowing into a flurry of white light sparkling like pure starlight. A closer look and I realize it’s a swarm of fireflies.

“Wow,” I beam and marvel at what I see.

When I look back to him I watch his eyes darken with desire. I can be fascinated all I want at the setting but one look at him and I know what he wants.

“Come here,” he says.

I’ve realized now that my body only answers to him. I’m not sure if I could fight the temptation even if I wanted to.

I move to his lips and we kiss in the comfort of this secret alcove.

He pulls out of the kiss and moves me over to the little crook between the waterfall and the grove of trees. When I see the wall I guess that we’re on the other side of where we were the other day.

He presses me against the wall and gives me a wicked smile.

“Tonight I want you. Slow fucking. It’s where I get to enjoy tasting you everywhere.”

“Do I get to do the same to you?”

“On the next round.”

I don’t get to answer him. He steals my words away when he lifts the hem of my dress and cups my sex.

He rubs over the skin of my mound then smiles at me as he pushes his fingers past the lace and starts stroking over my clit.

“Your pussy belongs to me,” he informs me and I still can’t answer.

All I can do is moan from the pleasure that lances through me. It feels so good it makes my mouth water and the anticipation of what he can do to me sends a shiver of need through me.

“You hear me Isabella? It doesn’t matter who has you after me, I own you.”

He crouches down and I suck in a sharp breath when he nuzzles his face between my thighs and pushes his tongue right into my pussy.

I press my fingers against the wall and savor the feel of his tongue licking and lapping over my clit.

I prepare my mind for a night of wild forbidden pleasure.

He licks and sucks until I come on his face and then he drinks all the juices that flow from me, arousing me all over again.

He pulls down my panties and pockets them with a smirk on his face when he stands.

“That’s for my trip.” He smiles wild and dark and I swallow hard when he pushes the strap down on my dress. “This is for me right now.”

He hooks his fingers in between my bra strap and pushes that down too.