Tell Me No Lies: The Black Orchid, Book 1 (26 page)

Though none of this really mattered. I loved him. I know he loved me. Why was he pushing me away?

My gaze fell to the pink handprint blossoming on his right cheek and the slipperiness of guilt shimmied down my spine. I reached out to touch his cheek but he brushed my hand away. “Kael, I’m sorry. I—” I looked into his eyes and was surprised to see icy determination there.

He stood up and grabbed me by my arm, dragging me to the front door. “Leave. Rain, please.”

“Really? Without my shoes?” I pointed to my heels tucked under his couch. “You’re seriously going to make me leave in my bare feet? What is wrong with you? What’s happened?”

He moved to the couch, retrieved my shoes and handed them to me. “Now, can you leave?” He stared at me, face hard, eyes a stormy gray.

I held the shoes tightly in my hand. “You were fine when you went to Atlanta. Haley told me she saw you there. Everything was great. What happened?”

He reached for the door and turned the knob with one hand, grabbed me by the arm with the other. The door opened and he began to push me out. “Don’t come back, Rain. Please.” His voice was harsh. “Run from me and don’t look back.”

I struggled with him, tried to push my way back into his house and he let go of the doorknob and grabbed me by both shoulders and gazed deeply into my eyes.

“Woman, why are you fighting me?”

For the first time I saw the anguish that lived there, the deep-seated pain. And yet I had to hurt him like he was hurting me. I wouldn’t be the only one with a broken heart.

Tears poured down my face but I managed a grim smile. “You think there’s another man that can fuck me better?”

His hands tightened around my shoulders and something dark crossed his face. He kicked the door closed behind me and lifted me off my feet. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me upstairs and into his bedroom.

He tossed me onto his bed and pulled his shirt and shorts off in two swift movements. He was on the bed straddling me before I could catch my breath.

“Now ask me that again,” he rasped into my ear.

I couldn’t make my lips form the words. I was happy he was no longer making me leave but the way he was looking at me frightened me. He looked like he wanted to devour me.

He grabbed the front of my dress with both hands and ripped it in two pieces.

Shocked, I looked at the remnants of the dress lying on the floor. “I just bought that dress.”

His hands were on my bra next. “Fuck that dress,” he growled. He then proceeded to destroy my bra and panties, which he tossed to the wind.

He looked down at my naked, trembling body and placed one hand on each thigh and spread them apart until my knees were almost touching my nose. His eyes were on the area between my thighs, as if it were the only thing that mattered.

“What was your question, Rain?”

When I didn’t answer, he dipped his head downward and plunged his tongue inside. Waves of pleasure crashed down on me, so intense I thought I might reach climax with his tongue alone.

I arched upward as his tongue glided up and down my center. I was wet. Embarrassingly so, but he didn’t seem to mind with the way he smacked and slurped and sucked on the soft flesh down there.

He pulled back and slid one finger and then two inside of me before he began a rhythmic thrusting, talking to me the entire time. “Nobody’s gonna fuck you like me. Not ever.”

It felt so
good
, I wanted to cry, to scream but I ended up just making noises like a wild animal. He pumped his hand so hard, and fast that I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t see straight. For a moment, I was just an entity of pleasure floating on an orgasmic cloud.

I came all over his hand.

And then he was straddling my chest and moving upward until his long, thick erection was in my face. I met his dark gaze.

“My turn,” he whispered as he grabbed his shaft and pressed it against my lips. “Say ahhh.”

Mesmerized by his gorgeous face, his massive shoulders, the sculpted abs and the thickness of his erection, I opened my mouth wide for him. This was the man I loved. He’d tried to push me away and I’d fought for him, for us. And now I would pleasure him with my mouth.

He placed both hands on the top of my head, wrapping his fingers in my hair and slowly pushed inside until I almost gagged on his length. He pulled out at an excruciatingly slow rate, his fingers tightening in my hair and then he quickened his pace, thrusting in and out of my mouth like he was making rough love to my face.

Eyes closed, he rolled his head backward, moaning in pleasure. “Rain. Yes, baby. Just like that. Take all of that cock. There you go. Rain.”

And then I knew he was about to come. Entire body taut, his fingers pulled at my hair so tightly that my scalp burned but I continued bobbing up and down on his hardness, until I heard him inhale sharply and then he was pressing my head into his groin. A moment later there was a low primitive-sounding growl and then he ejaculated deep into my throat.

He pulled out of my mouth, kissed me gently on the cheek and rolled onto his bed beside me. We lay side-by-side and in silence for several minutes before I sat up.

“Lay down,” he directed. “I’m not through with you.”

I turned to look at him as a nervous thrill simmered though my body. He opened his eyes and rolled toward me until he was partially laying on me.

He gently touched the tender spot between my thighs. “Are you okay down there?”

I nodded. “I’ll probably be sore tomorrow.”

He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips before sliding down my body for a closer inspection. He parted my legs and completed a thorough visual inspection.

His gaze, dark and intense, seared me to my very core before he dropped his eyes lower. He inspected the area again, this time with his tongue using soft, gentle motions to probe. I arched upwards when he found an area that had been rubbed raw by his knuckle.

“You’ll heal in two to three days. Still the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” His eyes glinted. “Maybe we should give it a rest.”

“Okay.” I began to sit up but he grabbed me by my breasts and pushed me down. “I said stay down.”

I laid back while he brought his mouth to my nipples and devoted equal time to each, kissing, sucking and nibbling each one until I was squirming on the bed, wanting him inside of me.

“No, baby. We’re going to try something different tonight.” He dipped his head down and assaulted my mouth with his own, his teeth grazing my lips before sliding his tongue inside. I felt like I was drowning, with both hands on either side of my face, I could not turn away. I could barely breathe; I felt like he was stealing my very breath. Then he covered my nose with his hand and I really could not breathe. I opened my mouth to gasp for air and he covered my mouth with his own.

I still couldn’t breathe and began fighting against his strength, all the while aware that the soft, wet place between my thighs ached with need.

He leaned back and kissed my face. “Breathe, Rain. Breathe.”

I took several deep breaths of sweet, fresh air, allowing it to flood my lungs before he covered my nose and mouth with the palm of his hand. His other hand slid lower, stopping to gently caress my moist center.

I couldn’t help myself. I spread my legs wide hoping he’d enter me again. But his finger slid lower to my… I stopped writhing and froze as his finger gently prodded the tight space between my buttocks.

I bit and licked at his hand trying to get him to remove it. My screams were muffled by his hand, though I could see him clearly.

“Do you remember your safe word, Rain?”

I nodded and he removed his hand from my nose and mouth. “Then you might want to say it now.”

Eyes wide, I took in more air before speaking. “What are you doing down there?”

His finger gently caressed the tiny hidden entrance without pressing inside. “Have you ever?”

“No. Never.” I gulped, not sure that I ever wanted to.

He licked his lips and his finger pressed harder against the entrance almost slipping inside. “A virgin then?” His voice was low, almost harsh. He leaned forward and kissed my breasts, tugging at them with his teeth. “You mean no one has ever popped your anal cherry?”

He bit down hard on my nipple and I arched upward, squealing with pleasure and pain. And with that movement, his finger slipped inside of me, just a bit but enough for me to be afraid to move, afraid to breathe, overwhelmed by the feeling of something being inside me.

He licked my ear, tugged at the lobe with his teeth. “Your safe word, baby,” he whispered in my ear. “Say it now.”

I turned to look at him and kissed his lush mouth. “Or what?”

He kissed me back. “Or I’m going to fuck you in your pretty little tight virgin asshole.”

Oh.

A feral expression crossed his face, and he pressed his finger deeper and a low moan unfurled from my throat. An odd mix of burning sensation, a stretching of muscles and an intense wave of pleasure emitted from deep within me.

He slowly pushed his finger and then pulled it out and I closed my eyes, vaguely aware of the world around me as waves of pleasure washed over me.

“You’re so tight, Rain. I’m trying to make this more comfortable for you.”

I remembered the size of his erection and my eyes flew open. There was no way he could fit, no way he could…he must’ve read my mind or my worried expression because he only smiled at me reassuringly.

“Don’t worry, baby. You’re going to take it. I’ll make sure of that.” He pushed in a second finger and the sensation of being filled was so intense I almost felt like I was having an out of body experience.

And then I was afraid. His words returned to me.
There are things you don’t know about me.
I’m not…good.
It occurred to me that there was something very dark hiding inside of him, something dangerous and sinister that I’d never picked up on, or maybe I’d decided not to see.

Dangerous or not, there was only one thing that mattered to me. “Do you think another man can love me better than you?”

He didn’t answer me. Instead he reached over me, pulled open a drawer from an end table and retrieved a small clear bottle. “Lube,” he responded when I looked at him. He applied practically the entire bottle, pouring it inside of me and then working his finger inside of me until there was no pain, only pleasure.

When he was done, he placed the empty bottle onto the table and sat back on his knees, his shaft long, thick and hard. Ready. His eyes fastened onto mine. “I love you, Rain. The question is, will you love me back after I’m done with you?”

Drunk with overstimulation and still aching with need, I could barely register his warning, though some part of me realized there was an ominous tone to his words. “Of course I love you. Why would you ask me that? What do you mean?”

The doorbell rang.

He avoided my eyes when he stood. “That’ll be our food. And I’ll get you more wine.”

* * * * *

Nothing was working out as planned. How had Rain ended up in my bad with her clothes torn to bits on the floor? I placed the bag of takeout on the counter and popped the cork on another bottle of Syrah. I filled another glass for Rain, half of one for myself.

I needed to make Rain realize that I was not the man for her. I needed her to leave me on her own accord and so far, me asking nicely had not worked. I hated doing this, it was fucking breaking my heart to see her cry, see her hurt. But it was better this way, better to hurt her now strategically, instead of later when everything could get messy and ugly.

I corked the wine bottle, grabbed the wine glasses and began my descent up the stairs, still ruminating on Plan B. I would hold nothing back from her tonight. I would show her the fucking animal that lived within. I would release the savage, brutal monster I’d kept hidden from her. I would make her hate me. And then she’d leave. She’d leave me and never look back. Heartbroken again, but safe.

When I entered the bedroom, I saw that she was under the slate gray and blue comforter with the sheet pulled demurely over her chest. She’d taken her hair out of its ponytail and it framed her face and past her shoulders in a wild tangle of silky curls.

“We can eat later.” I handed her the glass of wine and set mine on an end table. I went to my closet and pulled out a black duffel bag. I sat it on the bed beside her, dropping the bag at my feet.

She sipped her wine slowly, her eyes darting to the bag.

“Just stuff,” I smiled at her. I pulled out a roll of silver duct tape and ripped off a long piece, tearing it with my teeth.

“You really love that stuff don’t you?” Her lips twitched into a nervous smile.

“It’s useful.” She still had half a glass of wine left but I was impatient to get started. I took the glass from her and placed it on the end table beside us. “Your arms?”

She held them out in front of her, but I shook my head. “Above your head.”

“Oh?” She looked at me but did as I directed, the sheet slipping from her body in the process. And I was again reminded of how exquisite her body was, the golden color, the delicate contours and toned body. I stood and wrapped the tape tightly around her wrists.

She tried to wiggle her wrists but couldn’t. She looked at me, only slightly alarmed. “It’s tight.”

I picked up her glass and brought it to her lips. “Drink up.”

Her amber eyes met mine over the rim of the glass but she did as I said. I placed the empty glass down. “On your knees. Face down, ass up.”

Her eyebrows dipped down and she opened her mouth like she wanted to object, but she complied, getting on all fours with her bound wrists stretched out before her.

I tore off another strip of tape, feeling something cold slither down my spine.

She looked at me over her shoulder. “What’s that for?” Her voice had raised an octave.

I grabbed her by one foot and pulled her to me and taped her ankles together. Now she would be forced to stay on her knees with her beautiful tawny ass a perfect target for my assault.

“Kael, what are you doing?”

I rubbed my hand across her backside and then smacked it with as much force as I could muster.