Dark Love - Box Set

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Iwan

Turning off the alarm was ridiculously easy. It seemed that Peter Kingsley didn't attach much importance to security. He was probably too stingy to spend more money on a better system. That was consistent with the information I had about this guy. The guy was an asshole. But it wasn't my job to do research on somebody I was supposed to steal something from, but I was happy to know whom I was dealing with. And that didn't just apply to my hits. I studied the hits a little more thoroughly, but the short background check I had done on Kingsley revealed things that made my blood boil. I had even considered to not only steal his notebook, as my assignment dictated, but to take the son of a b***h out. But that would get me into trouble with my client. Not that I was afraid of him. I could easily take on the old rascal. But I didn't earn my reputation of being the best for nothing. I completed my assignments faithfully. Going against my instructions would damage my reputation. I wouldn't harm Kingsley unless he woke up and caught me in the act. In that case, my client couldn't blame me. I was almost tempted to make a little extra noise just so the son of a b***h would actually hear me. But I figured the coward would probably hide and call the cops. That wasn't worth all this.

A noise stopped me in my tracks. I heard quiet footsteps. Someone was walking barefoot down the hall. A grin appeared on my face. Was my wish fulfilled after all? Slowly I crept towards the open door. A figure passed by, but it wasn't Kingsley. It was a woman. I stepped into the hallway. The woman stopped. Had she heard me? I had to act before she started making noise. My arm wrapped around her middle at the same moment as I laid my hand over her mouth. The woman screamed, but my hand absorbed the sound. A pleasant fragrance descended from her hair into my nose and my c**k became hard. I had seen pictures of Kingsley's young wife, but they had all either been out of focus or had been shot from an angle that only showed her profile. But I had seen enough to know she was attractive. Who the f**k knew why she had married Kingsley? He was wealthy, but not rich enough to make up for his less attractive qualities.

"Don't make a sound, you hear me?" I whispered into her ear.

Sophia

I didn't bother to turn on the lights. I knew the house in my sleep. Barefoot I trudged over the warm floor tiles towards the kitchen. Floor heating was a wonderful thing. I was hoping that a glass of warm milk with a good shot of whisky would help me fall asleep again. My insomnia had gotten worse lately. With a yawn, I walked past the open living room door and hesitated. Didn't I close the door before going to bed? Obviously, I hadn't. The permanent lack of sleep must be confusing me.

Suddenly the hairs on my neck stood up. I felt his dark presence for the fraction of a second before a strong arm was placed around my waist from behind and a large gloved hand covered my mouth. I screamed, which of course was in vain, because my cry could not be heard with the intruder's hand on my mouth. It wouldn't have been successful anyway. Peter wasn't home, and the neighbors were old and hard of hearing. Nobody would hear my screams, but screaming was a reflex when you were suddenly grabbed from behind. Adrenaline was rushing through my body as I became aware of the danger I was in.

"Don't make a sound, you hear me?" Whispered a deep, slightly rugged voice with a Russian accent into my ear.

Goose bumps swept over my body and my heart was racing a hundred miles an hour.

"Understood?" The man repeated threateningly.

I nodded.

"Good. I am going to take my hand away and you will be nice and quiet."

Again, I nodded. I was hoping that the intruder would let me live if I gave him the money from the safe. I just needed to cooperate.

The hand disappeared and the burglar whirled me around and pushed my back against the wall. I uttered a suffocating scream.

"Shhhh," said the stranger.

His hand was wrapped around my throat. In the dark hallway, I could only make out his outlines and they scared me. He was tall, well over six feet and as wide as a closet. I was trembling.

"What do we have here, hmm?" He whispered as he began to grope me with his free hand.

Oh God! Was the guy here to r**e me? I whimpered as his hand cupped my breast and squeezed lightly.

"Hmm. Not bad."

"What do ..."

"Shhh," the stranger interrupted me. "Where's the light switch?"

"Be... behind me."

His hand disappeared from my chest and slipped behind me. The light came on and for the first time I got a good look at the intruder. He was dressed completely in black, including black gloves. He was wearing a mask that covered the upper part of his face. His eyes were so dark that they looked black and they were harsh and dangerous. His lips were full for a man, but his angular chin kept him from looking too pretty or feminine. The hand around my throat squeezed a little tighter as he let his gaze glide over me.

"What a pleasant surprise," he said quietly, when he had had enough of looking at me and his gaze was piercing mine. "I think I will take you with me."

"W-what?" I exclaimed in horror. "N-no! I'll give you everything in the safe. There must be at least three hundred thousand in it. And ... and my jewelry. Please."

"I'm not here for money. I'm looking for a little green notebook. Is that in the safe too?"

"Y-yes! It belongs to my husband. I ... I'll give it to you."

"Good girl. Then take me to the safe."

He let go of my throat and grabbed me by the arm. I brought him to Peter's office and to the safe hidden behind a painting. The burglar let go of me and waited for me to open the safe. With trembling fingers, I was looking for the notebook when the gun Peter kept there came into my field of vision. My heart was pounding loudly. Should I risk it?

"Don't even think about it," hissed the man, putting his hand painfully around my neck.

I sobbed.

"Please. I ... I'm just looking for the notebook."

A hand reached over my shoulder into the safe and removed the gun. My heart sank. I probably wouldn't have been able to take the man out fast enough anyway. I wasn't even sure if I knew how to unlock a gun.

"Find the damn book!"

Nervously I rummaged through the safe until I finally found the notebook. I pulled it out and the man took it out of my hand and shoved it into a pocket on his belt. I was staring at him. Would he leave me alone now and disappear?

Oh please, God, please!

"I gave you what you wanted. Please ... go now."

The burglar roughly grasped my chin and raised it. His dark eyes looked at me insistently. I felt a nervous flutter in my stomach.

"You are a rare beauty," he said quietly. "How did a man like Peter Kingsley manage to get a hold of such a jewel?"

"Please go," I whispered.

"You're too precious for a man like him," the stranger whispered. "I am going to take you with me. But first we have to take care of something else. You wanted to reach for the weapon, didn't you?" His grip tightened and I whimpered. "I know it went through your pretty head. You really thought you could take me out, hmm?"

"Please," I sobbed.

"I'm going to have to punish you, darling. You will have to learn that I demand absolute obedience and respect from you."

Fear wrapped around my throat. Tears began to run down my cheeks. The stranger used his free hand and wiped away a tear with his thumb.

"Shhhhh," he said quietly, leaning forward to lick more tears from my cheek.

I was trembling. I had never been so afraid, but at the same time the situation was strangely intimate. A shiver ran over my body.

"Do you think ten s****s are enough for your disobedience?" He whispered into my ear.

"W-what?" I croaked in panic.

Ten s****s? Oh, my God, this guy really wanted to hit me. I tried to get away from him, but he grabbed me, and before I knew it I was bent over Peter's desk. I screamed in horror. One hand rested on my neck and held me in place while the other pushed up my nightgown.

Oh no! Oh no! Please no! Please God, let me wake up and it was all just a dream.

But it wasn't a dream. The man behind me was very real. He was stroking one hand up my thigh and kneaded my bottom. I could hear his breath getting heavier. OMG! He was going to r**e me. Maybe even kill me.

"Noooooo!" I screamed and tried to defend myself. Unsuccessfully. The man was strong and his grip was like a rigid steel band. "Please don't."

The man tore my panties off with a single jerk and my panic sent adrenaline down my body. I fought like a lioness, but to no avail. A hard stroke landed on my ass and I screamed. It burned like hell. My ex John had a bit of a weakness for s******g, but his smacks had been playful. The intruder's beating was anything but playful.

"One," the man said calmly as if he was counting sheep.

Another hard hit.

"Two."

When he got to five, I stopped fighting back. At seven a moan escaped me and at nine I felt wetness collecting between my thighs. I hated myself. How could it excite me to be beaten up by a stranger, a criminal?

"Ten!" Said the stranger after the last s***k.

He placed his large hand on my abused bottom and patted it almost lovingly. The leather of his glove felt soothingly cool on my burning skin. His hand disappeared and when it returned the glove was gone. His hand felt rough. Slowly it slid down my bottom and between my legs. My cheeks got hot as he let his fingers glide through my wet folds.

"Hmmm. Interesting. Looks like you enjoyed the little punishment. I knew you were perfect for me. I will teach you to welcome the pain, darling. And you will learn that good behavior gets rewarded. I think you deserve a little reward now."

A finger slipped inside me and I stifled a groan. God, I didn't understand why the rough treatment of this stranger turned me on like this. I was married. Yes, it wasn't a happy marriage, but still. I should not enjoy this so much. But shamefully I had to confess that I had never been so excited in my entire life. My heart was racing and my clit was pounding. I bit my lip to suppress a moan.

The stranger bent over me as he pushed a second finger inside of me. His hot breath was tickling my neck and I trembled. Peter hadn't touched me in over a year and we hardly ever had s*x before. Was it the lack of s****l satisfaction that made me react so shamelessly to this stranger?

"Rule number one, darling. You can't come without my permission, you understand?" He whispered into my ear. "You hold it back until I allow you to come. Is that clear?"

"Y-yes," I groaned helplessly.

"The correct answer is 'Yes Sir'!"

My God! This couldn't be happening. I didn't know the guy and I wasn't interested in b**m and dominance games. I was supposed to defend myself and scream and not just wait for this criminal to satisfy my famished body. What was wrong with me?

His fingers slipped out of my p***y and a hard s***k landed on my already tortured bottom.

"I’m waiting!" The man hissed into my ear.

I sobbed. Another blow struck me, this time on my thigh. Tears were running from my eyes until my vision was blurred and my eyes were burning. A third blow made me scream.

"Y-yeees, S-sir!" I stammered.

"Good. That’s better."

Again, he pushed two fingers into me, and began to finger f**k me. The hand on my neck disappeared and slipped between my legs from the front. With slight movements, the stranger circled my clit with his finger. He came close to my sensitive spot, but never touched it. My clit was pulsating with need. I stopped thinking. I wasted no thought of how wrong this was. I wanted the man to touch my little pearl, I wanted him to give me the o****m I needed so badly, but he was playing a wicked game with me. He brought me to the edge, but instead of helping me over it, he kept me there until I started whimpering.

"Pleaseeee," I sobbed, unsure of what I was asking for. Being allowed to come? Or for him to leave me alone?

"Please what, darling?"

"Please – Sir!"

"That’s better, but I still don't know what you're asking me for. You have to be a little clearer."

"Please ... let me come, Sir."

"I permit you to come because you were a good girl, darling," the stranger whispered into my ear and took my clit between his fingers and twirled it hard.

The pain of pleasure catapulted me over the edge and I came with a scream on my lips. My p***y convulsed around the burglar's fingers. The o****m was more intense than anything I had experienced before. My entire mind was switched off. I only vaguely noticed his fingers being replaced by something much bigger. Only when he pushed into me hard and deep from behind, I realized that the man was f*****g me. Hard! The desk was shaking violently. The hand in my back grabbed my hair and snapped my head back.

"You're mine now, darling. You are mine," he hissed into my ear.

"N-nooo," I whimpered.

"Yes, my darling. And there's nothing you can do about it."

I started moving beneath him, trying to buck like a young mare that was resisting her rider.

"I want you to come for me one more time," said the stranger and let his free hand slide to my clit again in order to stimulate it. My body reacted against my will. This time I tried everything to fight against the c****x, but the brutal way my tormentor took possession of me and his skillful stimulation of my clit awakened a dark lust inside me, which I had not known of before. I could not prevent my moaning and whimpering. God! I was so f*****g weak. I could not resist the dark vortex.

"Now! Come for me, darling!" The stranger growled and my body obeyed. "Good girl," the man gasped. "Come on my cock."

He pushed into me hard a few more times, then he stopped and came with a growl. The euphoria of the c****x diminished and I began to understand what had just happened, what I had done.

The man pulled his c**k out of my dripping hole and I felt relieved to hear a sound which told me that the stranger had at least been responsible enough to use a condom.

"The first thing we will do is getting you tested. The sooner I can f**k you without a damn rubber, the better."

His words reminded me that this guy had told me that he was going to take me with him. As soon as the son of a b***h stepped back and I was no longer trapped in his grip, I straightened up and turned around to him. I pulled my knee up to ram it into his tender parts, but he swerved and I only hit his thigh. His dark eyes sparkled furiously as his hand wrapped around my throat and tightened. I tried to defend myself, scratching and punching, but the grip only got tighter and tighter until dark spots danced before my eyes. Then there was only darkness.

Iwan

Her eyes rolled back and her body went limp. I carefully caught her and lifted her into my arms. It felt good to hold her in my arms. I knew without a doubt that she was the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. My little captive. My pet. I grinned lasciviously as I thought about all the things I could do to her. I would break her and shape her according to my desires. But first I had to get out of here, then, after having her at home, I would celebrate my luck with a good bottle of whisky.

When I arrived at my SUV, I threw the girl over my shoulder to have my hands free. I opened the door to the back and put her down carefully. She would wake up at any moment and the trip to my penthouse was long. Good thing I was always well equipped when I went on missions. I pulled a syringe out of the glove compartment and a bottle of the sedative my friend Gregory had developed in his little drug lab. I took the syringe out of the wrapper, removed the protective cap from the tip and pushed it into the seal of the bottle. After drawing up the sedative, I leaned over my girl and stabbed the needle into her neck to inject the drug.

"Sweet dreams, Sophia," I said with a slight smile.

Sophia. Now she was mine. Kingsley, the son of a b***h, he didn't deserve her. He couldn't give her what she needed and he was a sick asshole. Maybe I would take him out after all. I would do the world a favor.