Dark Passion (The Dark Brother Series Book One) (9 page)

“I am not dark,” I huff, throwing myself back down onto the couch.

“I could hear you laughing when I got out of the car. I assumed you would be watching a comedy, not a story about a mass murderer.”

“Well, I find it very entertaining, thank you very much.”

He walks in front of the television and picks up the cracker I tossed.

“You’re throwing crackers at my television.”

“You deserve it.”

He falls down onto the couch beside me, “That kind of hurt.”

‘Did not,”

He grins at me and I look away, feeling my cheeks swell.

“It’s nice to see you out here laughing.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t want to spend my life in that room.”

“That’s a bit of an over exaggeration don’t you think?”

“Maybe,”

“I’m getting a beer, do you want one?”

I stare at him with wide eyes. “Seriously, we’re going to have a beer and just…sit lik
e we actually get along?”

“We do get along,” he frowns.

“Well, I must have missed that.”

He stands and walks into the kitchen, and comes back with two beers. He hands me one and I take it, then I lean back and tuck my knees up to my chest.

“Here’s something for you, if we met in a different way, would we get along?”

I think
about it a moment. If we met under different circumstances, I do think Jagger and I would get along well, we do have a lot in common.

“Yes, I guess we would.”

“Why?”

I shrug, “Dark personalities.”

He laughs and shakes his head. “That’s a first for me, getting along with someone because they’re dark,”

“Well, sometimes the simplest things can form great friendships.”

“What are you saying?”

“Nothing, now be quiet and watch the movie,”

He leans back, and I can feel his body heat radiating into mine. “Yes boss.”

Four beers and another movie later, I’m out to the count.

CHAPTER
10

“
Please Mommy, don’t hurt me.” I cry, struggling to keep my head above water.

“You’re not safe anymore. If Mommy goes away, you won’t be safe. We have to do this.”

“Mommy please,” I cry.

“We will go together, just me and you Willow. Forever.”

Water swarms my mouth as she pushes my head under the water. My tiny feet kick and I squirm desperately. I can’t breathe; I’m not strong enough to escape her. I cry out for my daddy but he doesn’t hear me and it only makes me swallow more water. I’m trapped and soon, darkness takes over.

I bolt upright screaming and gasping for air. I grip my throat, wheezing and choking. I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe. I roll off the couch and fall to my knees on the floor. I pound my fist into my chest but I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe
. Jagger is beside me in minutes. I didn’t even realize I had fallen asleep on the couch with him.

“Hey, whoa, what’s wrong?”

“I can’t breathe, so much water, I can’t breathe.”

“Willow, hey, it’s ok. There’s no water.”

“I can’t breathe!” I scream.

Jagger grips my shoulders and spins me around.

“Look at me!” he orders.

I open my eyes, heaving and panting.

“Follow me; just follow what I’m doing. Breathe in deeply.”

“I can’t!”

“You can!”

I struggle to take deep breath and it only fills my lungs half way.

“Another, come on.”

I try again, this time it gets a little further.

“Keep going.”

After five minutes I’m breathing properly again and my shaking has subsided. I close my eyes and wipe my hand over my face. Jagger grips my chin and tilts my head up.

“What just happened?”

“Nightmare, it’s nothing.”

“Bullshit, that wasn’t any old nightmare.”

“It’s none of your business,” I cry, leaping up.

“I was only trying to help.” He says, throwing his hands up.

“My life is none of your business Jagger, I never asked for any of this so stop pretending like you care. We all know you don’t care!”

“I care!”

“Bullshit!” I scream, “You’re a monster, nothing but a monster!”

I spin on my heel and rush towards my room, slamming the door loudly when I get in. I drop to my knees and I cry. I feel awful right away, I shouldn’t have said those things to Jagger. He isn’t a monster; he’s never been a monster to me. I sit on the floor until I’m out of thoughts. In the lounge I hear some music start playing loudly, and I curl up listening to it until my breathing is deep and steady again.

Won’t you let me, see beneath your beautiful,

Won’t you let me, see beneath your perfect,

Take it off now
boy, take it off now boy,

I wanna see inside, won’t you let me,

See beneath your beautiful, tonight.

I get off the floor
and slowly walk out towards the sound.  Jagger’s in the lounge, standing by the window, his arms above his head and his forehead resting against the glass. His knuckles are bruised and battered and he’s heaving. He’s been hitting things again. Did my words hurt him that badly? My chest clenches.

I stare at him for the longest moment, unsure if I should go over and touch him or not. I want to, everything inside me screams to comfort him
, but I still doubt myself. What if this isn’t what I think? What if this is just a mental attraction? I don’t want to think about it, I just want to go with what I know.

What I know right now, is that Jagger makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. What I know is I have to trust myself enough to know these feelings are real. I know it’s a bad situation, heck, I know I should hate him but I don’t. Maybe I do have an illness, but right now, in this moment, I want him and that’s enough for me. I step forward and when I reach him, I place my hands on his naked back. He shudders but doesn’t turn.

I run my fingertips up and down his skin, feeling him shiver lightly beneath my touch. I trace little circles, and then move my hands lower and over his perfect, firm backside. He sucks in a breath, but still doesn’t turn. I press myself closer to him, crushing my breasts against his back and reaching around to cup his abdomen. My fingers play and stroke his firm muscles, and I enjoy feeling them move with every stroke.

I press my lips to the skin on his shoulder blades and he groans lightly. I slide my hands up and over his pecks,
and then I tweak his nipples lightly. He stiffens and closes his hands over mine, stopping me. Doesn’t he want this? I kiss his back, refusing to stop. His breathing becomes deeper and finally he turns. I keep my head against his skin, and when I feel his chest beneath my lips, I suckle and lick until he’s panting.

“Willow…”

“I didn’t mean it Jagger, you’re not a monster.”

“This is wrong,”

“I don’t care anymore, I want you.”

The song booms loudly behind us, and then comes to a stop. I stare into those beautiful blue eyes and I’m lost. My feelings for this man are real, they may be crazy, insane and idiotic but they’re real. He strokes my cheek, and when the next song comes on, he pushes me out into the middle of the lounge room and wraps his arms around me. Before I
know it, we’re dancing.

I don’t dare speak, afraid to ruin this beautiful moment between us. Our bodies are moving together an
d our eyes are locked. It’s the moment where everything comes together and begins to make sense. I know as crazy as it is, my life will never be the same again after knowing this man. The thought both scares and excites me at the same time. I swallow when Jagger moves his head down, capturing my lips in a gentle caress.

I whimper,
as pleasure begins shooting through my body. My lips mould with his and he’s moving them over mine gently, softly - bringing me to heights I never thought I could find. He pulls me closer, and I tangle my fingers into the curl of hair at the base of his neck.

“I need you, take me to bed Jagger, please…”

He releases my lips and looks into my eyes again. Then, I’m being scooped into his arms and he walks me to his room. When he flicks the light on, I look around. I’ve never been into or seen Jagger’s room, but it’s very nice. He has a big four post king sized bed in the middle of the room, with dark maroon coverings. He has a big, black Persian rug on the floor and some very exquisite paintings on the walls.

He walks over to the bed and lays me down gently, careful not to hurt me in anyway. I don’t break contact with his eyes as he removes my shirt and bra. His gaze, hungry and desperate, slides over my naked breasts. He kneels and takes my panties, and begins sliding them down my legs. When he tosses them aside, he begins kissing up my calves and thighs. I fall back, so desperate for more.

When he reaches my throbbing sex, he takes my knees and pushes them gently so he can expose me to his hungry gaze. He strokes gently, sliding his finger over my clit and down over my damp sex. Then he brings his finger to his lips and sucks it, I groan and arch, that sight is so erotic. He leans down and slides his tongue from my entrance right up to my aching clit. I cry out and tangle my fingers through the bed sheets.

“Jagger,
God, please…”

He sucks my
clit into his mouth, drawing an intense shudder from my body. I writhe, so needy. He slides one finger inside me, and sucks my clit furiously until I’m bucking and screaming with a powerful release. He lets me go and kisses my thighs again, before moving up my body until he finds my scar. He kisses little circles all over it and then continues moving up until he reaches my nipples. He sucks each little bud until they form hard peaks, then he moves to my mouth. I can taste myself on him when he slides his tongue into my mouth to gently tease mine.

“Jagger, I need you.”

“Greedy, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

He grips his jeans and yanks them down, shuffling until he can kick them off. Then he positions himself over me, propping himself up on his elbows. His body is hot and hard against mine, and I can feel his aching cock against my entrance. He won’t push it in, and I thrust my hips up, begging for him to just fuck me. He smiles down at me, and the sight is truly breathtaking.

“You look beautiful when you smile,” I whisper.

He stops smiling and his gaze becomes intense again. He grips my thighs and forces my legs around him. Then he thrusts inside me so quickly and painfully I cry out and bite down onto his shoulder.

“Ouch, fuck,” he growls.

“You’re hurting me!” I cry.

He stops, and puts his head into the crook of my neck and sighs.

“If you don’t want this,” I whisper, hurt. “Then just stop.”

“I want it.”

“Then why did you hurt me?”

He doesn’t
answer; he just thrusts his hips and sends a shiver through me. I cling to him as he pulls back and does it again. His hard length slides in and out, caressing that spot until I’m building higher and higher, desperate for release. He doesn’t move his head from my shoulder, he just thrusts and thrusts with such desperation it hurts my heart.

“Jagger, please, if you don’t…”

He thrust harder, slamming into me with such force it hurts. I cry out and shove at his chest, but he doesn’t stop.

“STOP!”
I cry, feeling tears tumble down my cheeks.

He comes to an abrupt halt and slumps down on top of me, not moving his face from my shoulder. I begin sobbing
wildly, and I can feel him trembling. He finally lifts his head, and his eyes are wild and confused. He strokes my cheek, and begins whispering sorry and shhh. I cling to him, my body shaking slightly.

“Baby,
shhh, I’m sorry.”

Why d
id he call me baby? I’m not his baby. I’m nothing to him.

“Shhh, come on.”

I hiccup and whimper, burying my face into his neck. He moves to pull out of me, but the friction turns my sob into a moan. He stills, no doubt confused. He pushes back in and I groan again, so he slides back out. Soon, his pace is soft and gentle; bringing me to the edge and my crying is turned into a mass of hiccups and moans. He gently rocks his hips, letting off little moans of pleasure while he drives me to the edge.

“Oh…
God…” I scream as I shudder around him with my first orgasm.

He grunts, and then I feel him pulsing inside me. His r
elease is silent, aside from that one, pained grunt. When he stops moving, we both lay there, neither speaking. I know what he’s thinking, this situation is fucked up. It’s wrong in so many ways, hell, that sex was wrong. So why does it still feel so perfect to me? He rolls off finally, and lies beside me, not saying anything for long moments.