Page 11 of Dark Rules

“Angel?” I asked, pulling the name out of my memory. Dylan had mentioned her one night as we headed to the room. Apparently, he’d given her the name.

“Yeah, that’s her. I thought she wouldn’t last, but she’s busy proving me wrong. She’s quite the little trooper.”

“Good. I hope she finds what she’s looking for. She seemed sweet.”

“Honestly, I’m not sure she knows.” Roxie sighed, said something out of range of my hearing, and then came back. “Gotta go, call you tomorrow if I have time.”

I knew she would and hung up. Time for that shower.

I came back to the bed to see my phone blinking on the nightstand. I frowned as I picked it up, but then grinned when I saw it was a message from Dylan. He’d sent me a short video clip. He’d been in the shower, steam billowed around him, but I could see him there, his head back, and I had to wonder where his hand was. I couldn’t see below his chest, but that looked exactly how he looked when he’d came.

I felt some response deep inside of me and groaned. “Fucking tease.”

I’d calmed my body down with time, but in an instant it was back, that urge to be with him, on him, with him inside of me. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep and decided two could play that game.

I ran it all through my mind as my fingers explored. First, they teased over my nipples, until I couldn’t fight the urge to go lower. I dragged my hand down my body until I found my center and the spot that ached with need. The need to be touched became a need for more touch as I pressed into it and thought about Dylan.

I’d set up the phone to record my voice, and I knew it caught every breath, every sound I made as I sought out what he’d denied me. When it came, when pleasure bloomed through my body, almost too quickly, I let out every moment of it with my voice. I wanted him to hear what he’d denied us both.

I’d waited until it was done, when my heart calmed, and I could breathe normally again, before I sent it. I didn’t think about it, not long enough to wonder what the consequences might be. Not until he didn’t respond.

Had he gone to sleep already? Was he angry and that was why he didn’t answer? I combed my fingers through my hair and stared down at my phone, willing it to buzz, to light up, anything. I’d slid down into the covers and had pulled them up to hide the sting of tears when I heard a fist against my door.

My eyes went wide then, and I wondered how much trouble I was in. I didn’t care, though. He was there, at the door. I swiped the stupid tears away and went to answer the door. He stood there, one arm braced on the doorframe, the other hand on his hips, in jeans and a black t-shirt, no shoes, his hair sticking up in every direction.

“Where’s the contract, Stephanie?” He didn’t look at me; he just looked down at his bare feet.

“On the bar in the kitchen. Come in.” I pulled the door open but stood behind it. I’d lost the towel in my bed when I pulled the covers over me, and I was completely naked now.

“Have you signed it?” His voice was husky, as if he was having trouble speaking, and I looked at him. His gaze, however, was still on his feet.

“Yes,” I said quietly, and waited.

“Good.” He stalked into the house, walked through it until he found the kitchen, and looked on the bar. He picked up the stapled paper and flipped to the back. My signature was there, in ink so bold that I could see it, even in the minimal light cast by the lamp in the stove hood. “Right. Come with me.”

I took his hand, still not sure whether he was angry or just holding onto barely controlled lust.

“Dylan…”

“No, please. Don’t.” He walked toward the only other light in the place, the lamp in the bedroom was still on, and he tugged me along with him.

Once he found the bedroom, he sat and pulled me between his spread legs. His face went between my breasts, and I hugged him tightly to me. Was he going to be rough or gentle? Would he continue the game, or would he finally make me his? I didn’t know and decided that it might be best to just let him have his way.

He moved then, stood to take off his clothes, and I sat down on the bed to watch him. Lean muscles worked in his chest as he pulled the shirt off and then pushed his pants away. “I was going to wait, but that little tease? That … Fuck…”

His hands swiped through his hair, which didn’t help the wild look at all; it made it more pronounced if anything. “I can’t be held responsible for what happens once I’m between your legs, Stephanie. You know that, right?”

I sucked in a breath of air. Somehow his words were hot, not frightening, and I felt my legs relax as images pushed into my brain. “Yes, sir.”

I looked up at him and waited. “I wanted to do this right, but … dammit, why did you have to send me that, Stephanie? I could have gone to sleep, I could have left you alone, untouched, for one more night, if you hadn’t sent me that.”

I couldn’t answer him. Had I done it to provoke him? I knew I had, but I hadn’t expected him to drive over here in the middle of the night. Yet, here he was, and it made total sense that he would be.

Emily

With a fingertip, he touched my shoulder, pushed me back, and I went down. Spread sideways over the bed, I looked at him, waited. He stood there, his breath made his chest rise and fall rapidly, and his desire was more than evident. He was as hard as a rock; I could see it from where I rested with my head on the arm I’d put behind me.

I lifted an eyebrow at the same moment I lifted my right leg. I opened myself up to him. More provocation, but he was here now, and I wanted whatever he had to give me. We were both aroused enough to take whatever came next. There was no doubt on my part, at least. If he wanted to drive into me brutally, and with a helpless drive, I’d be able to take it.