Darker Nights (2 page)

“Are you a virgin?”

With the question, she could almost feel him probing her body, his coldness sneaking beneath her skirt and finding its way between her legs, parting her pussy lips and finding out for himself.

Such was his skill, perhaps. Many of them possessed strange abilities. Perhaps this was his.

Delia shook her head. “I’m twenty-one,” she said, as if that was an answer in itself.

It wasn’t. Not to him. He came from a time where virginity mattered. Possibly from an age where women were still chattel and virtue was a commodity like anything else.

The chill pushed farther within her, creeping into her vagina, making her shudder convulsively. She was freezing. Yet just behind the ice was blazing heat. It rubbed at her pussy from the inside, making her eyes close and her lips part in sudden surprised pleasure. The hot-in-cold sensation spread, licking up around her crease to penetrate her butthole, filling her from both angles.

She reached out for an anchor and found the edge of the desk. Braced against it she could move her feet, parting her legs so that the icy-heat could push farther inside her, taking her over. It pushed and retreated, pushed and retreated, rocking her hips against its fullness.

“Oh,” Delia gasped aloud. “Oh!”

Her body was electric, open only to the sensations running through it. Thoughtless. Mindless.

It was beyond anything she’d experienced before with her own fingers or the sole college boyfriend she’d had.

Then, suddenly, the frozen hot current was gone.

When she opened her eyes, Daniel was still standing a few feet away from her, his mouth curved, his eyes blazing.

More than ever, she was aware of the fact that his elegant suit encased a wild creature, a being of primal needs and hunger—vampire.

“You’ve never been with a vampire.” He made it a statement.

“No.”

“But you want to be with me.”

Her answer was barely a breath, “Yes.”

His stare grew darker, his skin contracting over features that were stark.

“Show me what I want.”

She could resist. Her mind knew that. But her body already belonged to him.

Without hesitation, she pulled off her underwear and let them fall to the ground amid the strewn papers. Unlike the solemn dress, her panties were sheer black trimmed with lace, wildly expensive and wickedly sexy. She loved beautiful lingerie. Every time she put it on, she was disappointed that no one would ever see it. Now there was someone to see.
The
someone. Daniel Carton.

After hiking up her skirt, she jumped up onto the desk, threw her legs wide and exposed her trimmed pussy to him. The room’s chilly air rushed in to caress her pussy but it carried no heat behind it. It wasn’t the coldness she wanted—it wasn’t Daniel’s coldness.

Daniel didn’t make a sound. Not even a nod of approval greeted her unorthodox actions.

He stared between her legs at her glistening lips, already moist from before. He moved his hand to his side and it was as if he’d touched her physically.

She shivered as an invisible finger dragged through her wetness, touching every corner.

The movements were so slow, and she wanted so much more that she had to bite her lip to keep from begging.

Then, as before, the touch was removed.

“Nice,” Daniel said. This time his voice carried the warmth of appreciation and spread through her body like rich red wine. “Part it for me. Let me see all of it.”

Using two fingers, Delia slid apart her pale lips and showed him the bright pink flesh inside. The blood pumped to the surface to meet her fingers, making her clit tingle. She wanted to touch it, to stroke it to ripeness, but he hadn’t asked her to do that. Not yet.

“Mmm,” said Daniel. “Very nice. Now lie down.”

The desk was clear of papers but hard at her back. She couldn’t see the red dots in his eyes any longer. She could only see the ornate ceiling with its friezes and swirls. She could hear her own breathing coming rapidly but from Daniel…nothing. No rasp of breath. No pumping of blood. Silence as cold as the grave.

Her pussy was heavy with anticipation. Shifting her feet to brace herself against the desk, she pushed her hips up and worked her fingers into her pussy—one, then two together.

She moaned. It was something, but it wasn’t enough. Her fingers were too warm. Too…fleshy.

She wanted Daniel’s ice.

Suddenly he was there in front of her, standing next to the desk, his thighs braced against the underside of her legs. He touched her hand, removing it from her cunt, then tapped her knees, pressing them farther apart.

Straining her neck, Delia could see him. His pants were undone and his dark cock rose from the gap. His thick penis was dark, almost purple in color. It was much larger than her ex-boyfriend’s. She held her breath. Could she take it?

God, but I want to try
!

He stroked her wet pussy. “Very good.”

His long fingers became almost painful as they clamped onto her creamy folds, pulling and twisting at her flesh. But the key was ‘almost’. Instead of hurting, the mingled pain and pleasure just excited her more and made her even wetter for him.

He entered her without warning, thrusting the fat head of his dick inside her. He paused then, as if admiring the view, touching both himself and her in turn.

Delia whimpered, wanting more of him.

“Patience,” Daniel murmured.

But it was difficult to be patient when just enough of his shaft was inside her to give her a taste of the thick, thrusting strength that was behind it.

Twisting around, she reached out to grasp his balls, cradled between their bodies.

He went still and so did she, unsure of whether she’d offended him. Then he smiled and closed his eyes, and she gained the courage to squeeze his heavy testes in her hand, rolling them around in her palm until his hips started to move, almost as if of their own accord.

She squeezed harder and he grunted, an animalistic sound that belied all the sophistication and elegance that hung about him like a cloak.

He delved deeper inside her, his cock stretching her vagina in ways it had never been stretched before. He seemed to touch every part of her, burning her with his ice. It was like frostbite—hot and cold at once. So cold that it became a fire inside her.

Delia was hungry for the big balls she held, for the cock that was lodged inside her. She loved having his penis inside her pussy—oh yes—but she also wanted to suck it in her mouth and taste him properly. But she couldn’t have everything, could she?

Daniel alone was enough. She was certain that she was in love with him. He turned her on as no man ever had, real or fantasy. Of course, he wasn’t a man. That was perhaps part of the excitement.

Delia let her head fall back onto the desk as he pushed deeper and deeper. Was there no end to his dick? When she thought she couldn’t take any more, he waited and stroked her clit until she was ready. Another grunt. Another inch. Another hot thrust.

He was patient, just as he’d cautioned her to be, and the wait was worth it. Finally he was all the way inside her, spreading her pussy as far as it would go, filling her completely.

Delia reached down to feel where they joined, marveling in the thick girth of him and the cold that poured off his body in waves. The skin all over her body was raised in gooseflesh. Her nipples were as sharp as icicles beneath her blouse. He must have been able to see them poking through, yearning for his touch as the rest of her body craved it.

So cold. So right. So very right
.

He stared down at her as he tugged and pulled at her clit with his long fingers. Soon her hips could no longer stay still. They jerked and danced to the tune he was calling. Only then did he begin to really fuck her.

In that moment, nothing else existed. Not the firm, not her career. Not even the desk beneath her.

She was floating, anchored only by the fat, thick, hard cock pounding her pussy, spreading electric fire through her veins.

Daniel held onto her hips, guiding her, watching her. He pushed her to the edge of ecstasy then drew back, slowing the pace of his thrusts to a barely moving slide. Then he picked up speed and began that long climb again, fucking her with increasing intensity until she thought the world would shatter around her.

He picked her up in his arms and pressed her to his chest, his hips slowing long enough to allow the tender movement. Then when she was fully seated on his cock, he started fucking her properly again, pulling her up and down on his dick until her pussy burned with the need to come.

“Not yet, little Darker,” he muttered into her hair. “Not yet.”

Somehow, she obeyed. Shuddering with the effort, she fought her climax, bracing herself against Daniel’s strong body so that the friction of him rubbing against her clit was less stimulating.

Delia nuzzled the curve of his neck. He was so cold that she yearned to warm him up, even knowing that it was impossible.

He was still fully dressed but his suave air was gone. He gave off a dark, musky smell that was intoxicating. She wanted to lap it up. Experimentally, she opened her mouth on his skin and tasted him.

Hidden against his neck, she immediately made a face. His skin was bitter, like wine turned to vinegar. Would his cum taste the same way?
Ugh.

Pulling her hair, Daniel pried her away from him. It was his turn now to nuzzle her skin, to taste her with teeth and tongue. She barely felt the prick of his fangs before he was drinking from her, hot open-mouthed draws that left her weak and dizzy. The sudden loss of blood caused a simultaneous heaviness in her pussy, as if the remaining blood was rushing to prolong her pleasure.

Daniel pressed her against the desk, letting her rest her bottom against it as he fucked her with renewed vigor. His mouth never left her neck and the throbbing vein he’d opened. She could hear him feeding. She could feel it in every nerve, as though his fangs had found a direct line to her cunt.

When he’d had his fill, Daniel leaned his head back. A string of foreign words left his mouth in a smooth stream. They sounded like a prayer, but vampires were their own gods.

He thrust quickly and his massive cock swelled even more inside Delia until she could take no more. She thought she might pass out from the pleasure of it.

“You may come now.” Daniel spoke low and steady, his control completely at odds with his ferocious pace.

She came in a pulsing wave, ecstasy overwhelming every sense. All that existed was her pussy—and her pussy was on fire. After a prolonged moment, she fell against Daniel’s shoulder, shuddering and gasping.

He moved more slowly now, dragging his penis inside her convulsing vagina. Ice shot through Delia’s core and she knew he had ejaculated.

They were lovers that whole summer while Daniel came and went through the office to deal with the particulars of his divorce. She met him there during the daytime. He liked to fuck in front of the open drapes. It seemed to give him a thrill—the thrill of igniting more than Delia’s cunt.

He fed from her neck, her breasts, even her pussy. That last was an experience she would never forget. It was like dying a little, just as the French said. But she was so sensitized for days afterwards that Daniel never repeated the performance. He preferred to have her more frequently in other ways.

After the divorce was finalized, her father told her that he’d left the country. She never saw him again.

Chapter Two

Present day

At the end of the day, Henry was in her office, flashing his thousand-watt grin.

“Delia, doll, can you do me a favor?”

She barely glanced up from the file she was reviewing. “No.”

The unequivocal answer did not deter him. “I’ve got to head out if I’m going to catch a lift to Montreal for the weekend. Paolo’s taking us in his private jet. You should see this thing.” Here he segued into a long description of Paolo’s wealth and lifestyle, his enthusiasm only partly dimmed by his obvious jealousy.

Delia finally lost patience after ten minutes. “Enough, Henry. What’s all this got to do with me? I’ve got my own plans for the weekend, you know.”

Henry’s smile contracted. “Visiting your dad again? Shit, I’m sorry. I should have asked about him.”

He paused, giving her the chance to update him, but she failed to comply. Instead she tried to push down the futile anger that filled her. Generations of the Darker family had built this firm and her father had sacrificed his leisure, his marriage and his health on its altar. Delia was the last Darker left and she knew that she wasn’t up to the challenge.

Everything her ancestors had worked for was slipping away. Once the clientele got word of the true state of her father’s health, they would start deserting. Yet Darker Law was the only one who truly understood and catered to them. Once the firm was gone, something precious and unique would be lost.

It all fell on her shoulders to continue it. To hold on. To fight the drowning tide. To survive.

It was all so overwhelming.

“I’m sorry,” Henry said again, making a pained face.

Delia was suddenly tired. “What’s the favor you want me to do for you?”

“I have two clients coming in at six to sign a contract for the sale of their company. Music company. Big dollars involved.”

“And you’re not going to be there?” Delia wondered. Hardly anything attracted Henry more than dollar signs paired with zeroes—except for the chance to hang around the cool crowd.

Henry’s shrug was accompanied by a sheepish smile. “They didn’t like me. Thought the deal took too long.”

“What?” All of her attention was now on him. “What happened? Did they complain?”

Henry was finding the view out of the window behind her very interesting. “A few times.”

“About what?”

He shifted his gaze to his shoes. “About how long it took me to respond to emails. Stuff like that.” He saw the expression on her face. “Hey, I was busy!”

“We’re always busy,” Delia reminded him.

“Not all of us,” he said, then quickly added, “I know. It’s a slow season. Summer usually is, but let’s face it, without anyone doing the rainmaking around here, I thought I could step into the breach.”