Consumed By Darkness

010~ THE TYPE

Aiden,

She moaned, fisting the sheet as I thrust into her, hard and fast. Her eyes were shut tight, her breast bouncing in rhythm with each movement of my hips.

My eyes roamed over her sweat-slick body. She was beautiful. So f*****g beautiful with nothing on. Vulnerable, completely at my mercy, and mine to do with as I pleased. I could take her over and over again and it still wouldn't be enough.

I leaned in, brushing the strands of hair that stuck to her face aside. Turning her face to mine, I kissed her. She parted her lips, allowing my tongue to slip inside and I deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth before trailing my lips down her neck. I nibbled on her skin and she whimpered, her body shivering under my touch.

I traced a circle around a small mole on her breast with my tongue. "Third one," I murmured against her skin, before sucking and nibbling on her n****e, making her gasp as she arched off the bed.

I thrust deeper, and she cried out, "Yes, right there," Her legs moved to wrap around my waist, pulling me closer.

She tightened around me and I groaned, "f**k," as I fought to keep myself from losing control and collapsing onto her.

"Please, don't stop," she begged desperately.

There was no way I could stop. Not when her face was twisted in raw pleasure, each of my thrusts drawing a sexy moan from her sinful lips. Moans that could push any man over the edge.

I was going to f**k her until she couldn't take anymore until I was the only man occupying her thoughts.

"Open your eyes, doll," I groaned, but she didn't respond, her eyes still closed, lost in the moment. "Look at me while I f**k you," I growled, wrapping my hand around her neck with just enough pressure to make her obey.

Her eyes fluttered open, locking with mine and my heart skipped a beat. They glistened with tears, tears of pleasure mixed with embarrassment. When she tried to turn away, I tightened my grip a little around her throat, "Don't turn away from me," I grunted, leaning down to taste the saltiness of her tears. "I want to see those lustful eyes shed tears for me while I pleasure you."

Her body trembled beneath me, her walls clenching tightly around me as she became a crying mess, her nails digging into my back as she neared her orgasm.

"Say my name," I commanded, my pace quickening as I felt myself close.

"Aiden. Aiden," She screamed as she came, my name on her lips sending a shiver down my spine and pushing me over the edge.

I leaned back slightly, brushing my hair away from my face with a satisfied grin, looking down at her. She was trying to catch her breath, her eyes wide and pleading for more. And more I would give her without a thought.

She was intoxicating, driving me to a level of madness that both thrilled and terrified me. It stirred something dark and twisted within me. The desire to keep her locked away, hidden from every other man, including the one who had the right to her body.

She was right. I was crazy.

I chuckled leaning down, whispering into her ear, "I'm going to f*****g ruin you. And I will enjoy every bit of it."

The next morning, she was gone. She had fled, leaving no trace of her except for the lingering sting of her nail marks on my back. I chuckled, imagining her slipping out of bed, quietly dressing, careful not to make a sound as she tiptoed away, knowing that if I had woken up, I wouldn't have let her leave. Not yet. I wasn't done with her.

"Guess I didn't do a good job if she still had the strength to run."

But what was the point of running? This was my city, my territory, and I knew exactly where to find her. We weren't ending this as a one-time thing.

"Where is she?" I asked Storm as I stepped into the estate.

"In the basement," he replied.

I halted, raising an eyebrow. "The basement?"

"Where else would I have kept her?"

I clicked my tongue, shaking my head as I continued down the hallway. "Try being a gentleman for once."

"That's rich, coming from you," he snorted.

I laughed as we descended into the basement. "Did you find Ryan?"

"He knew we were coming. Made a run for it before we arrived."

"That sly bastard," I growled, my jaw tightening. "I will break his f*****g legs when I find him. Have our men block every possible escape route. If he leaves the city, it will be hell tracking him down."

"Yes, boss."

In the basement, a woman sat on a chair, hands tied to the arms and her legs to the chair's legs. Her mouth and eyes were covered with a cloth. She looked terrified, her chest heaving as she heard us come in.

I walked over and yanked off the blindfold. Her eyes widened in fear as they locked onto mine. The moment I pulled down the cloth covering her mouth, she stammered out, "I'm sorry! I will delete the video."

I smirked, reaching into my coat for my pocket knife. She recoiled, tears spilling down her cheeks as she whimpered, "Please don't kill me."

I held her arm, and she screamed, trying to pull her hands away. "Stay still," I boomed, and she flinched. I cut the rope binding her wrist, and she looked at me scared and confused.

Storm brought another chair, and I sat down, cutting the remaining rope. "Do you have a fetish of watching others?"

She shook her head frantically, "No, I was there before you two came in."

"And you decided it was okay to make a video."

"I am sorry."

"What were you planning to do with it?"

"I wanted to send it to her husband. But I will delete it right now, I promise."

A muscle in my cheek twitched as I was reminded yet again that she was married. I wondered what type of man he was. That lucky bastard had her tied to his side for life with just a paper.

I wondered what kind of reaction her husband would have once he saw a video of his precious wife being touched by another man. Hearing her scream how much she wanted him. He won't take it lightly, that's for sure. It will ruin her marriage. Tear her perfect little world apart. It's just exactly what I wanted.

A woman like her should only be touched by me. Every inch of her body belonged to me the moment she let me touch her.

Storm handed her phone to me. "Password," I demanded, pressing the power button.

I glanced at the wallpaper of her between two men on her screen. My eyes narrowed on the man with black hair and dark eyes. A familiar face I hadn't seen in years.

I chuckled darkly, turning the phone to her. "Is her husband one of these men?"

"Yes." She confirmed my guess.

No f*****g way!

Leah Walsh.

Liam Walsh.

I threw my head back and laughed loudly, my body shaking with the force of it. This was unexpected.

"Well, isn't this a f*****g family reunion?" I said amused.

How many years has it been? He had grown so much, but I could see the resemblance. He looked just like him. Like our father. A face I would never forget, one that used to haunt my dreams. But not anymore.

To think fate would twist our paths together once again and through his wife, my dear sister-in-law.

Things just got interesting.