Dark
Published by Evangeline Love
Copyright 2011 Evangeline Love
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From the other side of the bar she could see him staring at her. Honestly, it couldn’t really be classified as staring; it was more like a purposely intense glare. She had no idea who this tall, dark, mysteriously handsome stranger was or why he was glaring at her, but god it was making her hot all over.
The glow from the bar allowed her just enough light to see that he had his shoulder hitched up against a tall column in the far corner of the bar, just before the start of the dance floor. His dark shirt sleeves were rolled up his forearms, his strong hands hooked in the pockets of his tight slacks. Nothing about the look in his eyes or his slightly arrogant demeanor was subtle.
His need was palpable, almost a living thing, reaching across the room and stroking her, demanding her submission. Shuddering, she closed her eyes and forced her body to relax. Trying but surely failing miserably at feigning indifferent to the dark Adonis across the bar, she continued to lay low, sipping her fuzzy navel -yes cliché as it was, but it tasted really good- at the new bar.
It was opening night for Skotadi, trendy new night spot in downtown Denver. The house was packed; all the press surrounding its owner had definitely done its job to bring hordes of skeptics and believers alike. Rumor had it the elusive Roman Cross was said to be an extremely intimate person and on a strictly liquid diet. Elusive, meaning only seen at night but rarely even then and liquid diet meaning, pure blood.
Whether he would make an appearance tonight was all anyone could talk about, but by the hushed whispers around the bar, everyone was dying to finally put a face to the name.
She had to hand it to him, the man definitely had an eye for design. Taking the literal word for the club to heart everything in the interior was almost completely dark, the booths and chairs all made of a soft black fabric.
She was sure everyone would be blindly bumping into one another were it not for the glow of the tables and bar or the somewhat checker board look of the floor. It seemed to illuminate and glitter off the shinny dark surface of the walls, causing the whole place to have an almost dreamlike sliver glow. The outside completely contradicted the inside, being made of the same glowing white of the tables and floor with a second floor VIP deck and beautiful view of the Rockies.
Of course inside you really couldn’t see well looking across the room but it created this sinful, seductive atmosphere and with the drinks flowing and bodies gyrating in tune to the musical rhythm, it was definitely achieving the desired effect. And with the fuck me eyes she was getting from Mr. Mysterious she just might have to forget she was here for work and not pleasure.
Claire was a reporter for the Post there to get the exclusive scoop on Mr. Cross at the strictly no press event. Claire was determined to get the first interview and if she happened upon proof of what he was rumored to be then that would just be an added bonus. She by no means wore the short fitting black dress that showed an illegal amount of cleavage, complete with peek-a-boo garters and sexy six inch heels, expecting to lure out a thirsty club owner.
She shook her head, no, it was imperative she focus on the reason she had snuck into the bar tonight. So why was she squirming in her seat as she watched him push off the wall and close the short distance between them, desire shining clear in his eyes.
She spun her bar stool around just before he approached to set her drink on the illuminated bar, him seeing the shaking hands that held her glass would just not do. His scent surrounded her first, spice and lemon and strong masculine man. His hands came down on either side of her like a hot muscular cage, she could see the cords in his forearms flex as he griped the bar. Her brain screamed she didn’t have time for this, but as he leaned in and she felt his cool breath on her neck, her body reacted at an alarming rate and told her brain to take a hike. God, was she thankful she wore underwear tonight, had she not she might have slipped right off the bar stool.
“You know, this opening is closed to the press?”
Busted!
“Although I can’t fault security for not seeing through your disguise.” She could hear the cocky smirk in his voice and it pissed her off.
“It’s not every day you see a well known conservative suit wearing reporter in stilettos.” As he spoke his hands moved from the bar to her stocking clad knees and climbed painfully slow up to rest on her hips.
Claire was openly shaking now and it had nothing to do with the possibility of being thrown out without getting the story her job was riding on. Fully aware of her body’s reaction and her minds turmoil the arrogant jerk chuckled in her ear.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself” she weakly spat “if you were aware all along who I am why did you not call security?” A low rumble sounded in his chest as he gripped her hips. Claire couldn’t help the images her mind produced of him making those same sounds while he relentlessly thrust his erection -currently taking up residence against the small of her back- into her over and over again.
She shuddered as he pressed his lips to her ear and murmured “I am security.” Claire groaned as he rubbed his five o’clock shadow against her cheek.
“Besides, I thought I would give you a chance to get your story. You were good enough to get in here without being noticed, are you good enough to still get your story, Claire?” He ground his erection against her then, making his intentions clear and god if she didn’t want him to throw her on the bar and really make headlines. Damn if that didn’t make her a slut and hell if she cared because he had gripped her hand and was pulling her off the stool and through the mass of bodies sweating and grinding on the dance floor.
Drink and inhibitions forgotten she followed as he urgently tugged her towards the VIP room. Once inside he steered her out onto the deck. With a quick look around to assure they were alone he shut the glass door and thrust her up against the wall. His lips descended on hers in a lip bruising, breath stealing kiss. He tangled his fingers in her thick auburn ringlets as his tongue invaded and thoroughly conquered her mouth. She didn’t think it possible but she was ready to come right then and there.
Needing stability least she melt to the ground, Claire grabbed hold of his large silk covered biceps with all her might, digging her nails in for purchase and receiving a growl from him in response. His fingers hooked in the spaghetti straps of her dress and he yanked down impatiently, exposing her breasts. Barely registering the sound of tearing fabric she moaned as the cool night air caused her nipples to peak.
He took full advantage of her predicament, the straps of her too tight dress holding her arms immobile and causing her breast to thrust out. He broke the kiss -both of them panting now- to look his fill. Claire could see the cold obsidian gleam of his eyes now reflected off the glow of the white building, she had never seen anyone with such dark eyes.
All thought fled as he cupped her breast and lowered his head to draw one pink tipped nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the bud before sucking hard, causing her to gasp. Yep, she was definitely teetering on the edge and it wouldn’t take much to push her over. As if hearing her thoughts, his right hand left her breast and slid down her stomach to venture up her skirt.
Literally the minute his fingers made contact with her clit her body shot off like a rocket. She screamed and he pressed his mouth to hers, devouring her cry of exquisite pleasure while continuing his sinful explorations of her pussy and dragging out her orgasm further still.
As she slowly came back down to earth and opened her eyes, she watched as he placed his fingers in his mouth and hummed appreciatively. Claire shuddered at the pure eroticism of the act, and then the raspy sound of his descending zipper caused her heart rate to spike with anticipation. He hiked up her skirt and hoisted her farther up the wall so her legs could wrap around his hips. She may have been wearing heels but he still towered over normally her five foot four frame by a good five inches.
“Hold on for the ride of your life, baby.” Claire held on tight to his shoulders and then gripped the flesh of his neck hard with her teeth causing him to growl before roughly thrusting into her. She gasped as he filled her, reveled in the feel of his rough hands griping her skin anywhere and everywhere.
He relentlessly pounded into her over and over again, his grip bruising her thighs as he held her legs apart. Claire’s heals dug into the tight globes of his ass as she struggled to meet each one of his trust with one of her own. She could feel warmth spread over her whole body. Tingles starting low in her belly and extending to the tips of her fingers and toes as she fell apart in his arms, biting her lip to keep from screaming as he continued fucking her.
Everything narrowed down to them, him. His hands on her, him filling her, his face in the crook of her neck, breathing labored as he wildly moved on her, in her. No sooner had her climax ebbed did Claire feel herself building right back up. God, the sensations were too much, she couldn’t take much more.
She shook her head back and forth in denial, whimpering, pleading, for him to stop or keep going her lust filled brain couldn’t comprehend.
“Yes” he all but snarled.
“I love feeling you come around me.” Then again, he reached his hand between their bodies to pinch and flick her already swollen clit. Oh god, she was really going to come again.
“Yes, come with me, baby. Let me watch you come apart in my arms.” This time she couldn’t hold back her scream, her pussy clamped down on him and his movement impossibly sped up. Then she felt it, his teeth on her neck just above her collar bone.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god!” She chanted as his teeth… no fangs, sank into her soft flesh and she was coming again, sparks flashed behind her eyes and her world tilted. Passion swirled around them in multiple shades of red. Fingers twisted in auburn hair, skin tinted rose, orgasms bursting from scarlet lips, hunger fed, drained from her crimson red. She felt his cock spasm inside her as he groaned around a mouth full of her skin.
Sometime later, sweaty, breathing hard and still locked together in every way, the glass door slid open beside them and Jones, head of security poked his head out. He nervously cleared his throat “uh, excuse me Mr. and Mrs. Cross I thought I heard a scre…um, sound, and just wanted to make sure everything was ok.” Claire hid her crimson face in the crook of Roman’s neck and giggled.
“Thank you Jones, we do not need assistance at this time.” Although there was a smile in his voice it still held its normal authority and Jones quickly retreated back inside. Claire reluctantly slid down Romans body. Coming in contact with the ground, he helped her straighten her dress before attending to his own rumpled dress shirt and slacks. She took in her ripped dress and panties and smiled.
“You know, you’re going to have to buy me a whole new wardrobe if you don’t control that animal in you.” His face didn’t hold the least bit of remorse.
“Well my love, it seems our game is up, whatever shall we do?” Feeling a bit naughty she smiled up at her gorgeous husband whose dark eyes had inspired the name of their club
“Although vampire seduces naughty reporter was definitely a winner. I suppose tomorrow night I can play principle disciplines wayward new substitute teacher, but only on one condition.” His eyes lit up with excitement but held the ever present undying love that would always be reciprocated
“I shall always give you everything your heart desires my dear wife.” Beaming with mischief she said “you have to let me tie you up.”
The end.
About the author:
After
attempting but failing miserably at college and snoozing through her
ten hour work days Eve knew she needed to do something more exciting
with her life. What started out as a hobby quickly turned into
several stories, some short, some long, some dead ends and some just
no good at all. Evangeline is a sucker for a happy ending, a
chocoholic and the rare person who loathes coffee. She loves being
able to create worlds in which your everyday person can find true
love and happiness... And maybe a little something to singe the
sheets.
Evangeline resides in the Midwest with her soul mate and
their four crazy cats who think they own the place. She spends her
days as a technical support rep and nights with her head in a book or
in front of the computer furiously typing away, sure she will have
carpal tunnel by the age of thirty.
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