Indulgence (10 page)

That was the pot calling the kettle black, wasn’t it?

That’s when I felt his gaze on me. My entire body was
zapping with some kind of fucked up electrical current, so it couldn’t be
anyone else.

Turning, I laid eyes on X, who had appeared out of nowhere
and was sitting on a stool at the bar. His elbows were leaning against the
mahogany, his head lowered but his gaze firmly on me. He looked strung out but
he also looked like something else…a predator.

Squeezing my thighs together I asked, “Want a drink?”

There was no way in hell I was staying away from him now. We
had the connection most people only ever dreamed of, let alone found. Maybe X
didn’t realize it yet, but something kept bringing him back to me. Whatever it
was, I was more than happy to go along with it.

It was dangerous for both of us if we wanted to go on
living, but more than that…it seemed forbidden and that made it all the more
thrilling.

“
Corona
,” X murmured, but I’d already opened the
fridge and was popping off the cap.

It hadn’t taken long to plant the seed in my heart, did it?
I was a magnet for trouble, even when I wasn’t trying. The moment X turned up
and kissed me, it was too late. The moment he fucked me, I was a goner. It
didn’t matter what or who X was now. I was addicted.

I put the bottle in front of him and leaned back against the
bench behind me. He took a long swill of beer, before sinking into his earlier
posture. He slid a twenty on the bar, but I didn’t move to take it.

“Hard day?” I asked.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“Do I look that shit?” I drawled, some of my spark coming
back.

He stared at me for a moment. “You look tired.”

“So do you.”

He snorted and downed another mouthful of beer. X never
talked and it was beginning to piss me off. Normal people talked, but he was
far from normal. That was a point I’d caught onto early, then it was solidified
when he threw a knife at my head like a fucking ninja.

Glancing up, I noticed the three men at the pool table had
left, leaving the table of old Royal Blood bikers at the rear. They were
talking in hushed tones, glancing over at us every now and then.

“They’ll leave in the next five minutes,” X said, not even
turning around.

“How do you know?” I retorted.

“Experience.”

“Do people dislike you that much?” I asked, trying to prod
for information.

His lips curled as he regarded me. He was totally onto me.
Shit on it.

“No, I think it’s more to do with fear,” I went on. “They’re
afraid of you.”

“What makes you say that?”

I pushed off the bench and leaned against the bar, closing
in on his personal space. The air crackled with more than attraction, it was
alive with the thrill of the chase.

“I see the way people look at you.” I watched him lift the
bottle of beer to his lips and drink, my heart picking up speed. “The
mysterious tough guy who does secret business for Royal Blood. No one knows
your name, or where you’re from. They just know you’re a mean son of a bitch.”

“And what do you think?” he asked, his fingers tightening
around the glass bottle.

“I know enough that I should stay the fuck away from you.”

X stared me down, the air humming. It took all I had not to
fling myself across the bar and beg him to take me again, but I held his gaze,
daring him to give me something. Anything.

“You’re a smart woman Mercy,” he said after a moment. “But
there’s a problem with that.”

My pussy squirmed and my nipples began to ache against the
tight fabric of my T-shirt. “Oh?”

X stood, squaring his broad shoulders. I had no idea where
this was going, but one thing I knew was that he was right. The old guys at the
back had left while we were eye fucking each other. X was perceptive, he saw
more than any normal person would. What the hell did he do for Royal Blood? I
still couldn’t place it.

“Close up,” he commanded.

“But there’s still two hours until closing,” I protested.
“Weiss-”

“Fuck Weiss,” X snapped.

My impulse control was shot, so I did as he commanded,
shutting down the till and dumping the money into the safe in Weiss’ office,
while he waited at the bar. I grabbed my jacket and keys from the back and
switched off the lights. Before I could take a step toward the door, X had
appeared beside me, grabbing me around the waist.

“What is it about darkness and you?” he murmured to himself.
He’d let his mask slip a little and I leaned into him. Darkness seemed to fit
the aura he exuded. Darkness and something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

His grasp tightened as I turned to face him. “What do you
want from me, X?”

“I want your body Mercy,” he murmured, lowering his lips
toward my ear. “I want to bury my cock in you. I want to hear you moan. I want
to hear your screams.”

I shivered in his grasp. He said all the right things. X was
a master manipulator and right now, he could’ve said anything and I would’ve
stripped for him on the spot.

“Here?” I sighed as his lips fluttered against my skin,
bringing me alive.

“No,” he said. “Not here.”

“Then where?” His place? Did I even want to see where the
monster slept? What he had hidden in his closet?

“Your place.”

He let me go, breaking all contact and I felt cold.
Shivering, I led the way across the pub, closing the door behind us. Outside,
the street was empty, a lone motorbike in the no standing zone. I wondered if
that was a metaphor, but I was too aroused to think clearly. With the promise
of another marathon fuck session once we got to my place, all sense and
sensibility had fled the building.

I locked up the pub while X stood by his bike, watching my
every move. When I was done, he threw a leg over the midsection and I slid on
behind him, fitting my body against his back. All those warnings, all those
glaring omens from the universe, and still I fell willingly into the clutches
of a monster. Not just into his clutches, into his
bed
. I craved it like
I craved no man before him. I wanted X, monster or not.

He kicked the bike into life and I relished the rumble of
the engine through my body as I wound my arms around his waist. He drove
through the city like a madman, splitting lanes and running lights, weaving
through traffic and if it had been anyone else, I would’ve chewed them out for
such reckless behavior, but I felt safe with X.

Ironic really, since he seemed to be working with the
Necromancers on some top secret project. That was a line too close for comfort.

Once we arrived at my apartment block, X parked his bike in
the lot outside and followed me into the foyer. The security entrance had been
broken long before I’d moved into the dump, the only safe place in the entire
building was now behind the locked door of my shoebox apartment on the third
floor. He moved silently as we ascended, the cold stairwell that was poorly lit
with broken fluorescent lights. It was cheap for a reason and none of them were
good.

I swear the guy next door was a drug dealer and the lady
down the way was either a crack whore or ran a meth lab in her kitchen. Either
scenario was just as bad.

Unlocking my apartment, I stepped into the darkness. I
didn’t make a move to switch on the light, remembering the last time we were
here together. The whole night was seared into my brain, complete with the
rabid desk fucking back at The Gambler’s Inn.

X closed the door behind him, the deadbolt clicking home. I
turned to watch him, waiting to see what he would do. Would he be rough like
the first time he kissed me, or would it be like the way he fucked me in my
bed. Slow and tender?

Still, I wasn’t prepared when he sprang to life, his eyes
flashing with a need I couldn’t fathom.

X grabbed me around the waist and pushed me roughly against
the wall, pinning my body with his. His lips collided with mine and he pushed
his tongue into my mouth greedily, kissing me with a desperation that was
unsettling. His control was slipping and whatever that meant for me, I didn’t
know. One thing was for certain, I was going to wake up tomorrow utterly and
completely fucked, counting the bruises his touch left behind.

His hands tore at my jacket, pushing it off my shoulders. It
landed on the floor with a dull thud and then my T-shirt was dragged over my
head, tearing our lips apart. Shoving at his leather jacket, the one that
marked him as a dangerous son of a bitch, he dropped his arms away and let it
fall.

I grasped greedily at his belt, working the leather free
from the buckle and fumbling with the button on his jeans. I needed his skin
against mine…I
needed
it. I felt like I’d drown without him. He’d anchor
me in this crazy darkness. In this crazy motherfucking world that threatened to
consume me with blood and murder…X would either save me or destroy me, but I
was beyond caring which it would be.

Lifting me up, he carried me to the bedroom, his teeth and
lips scarring my skin, branding me with his mark. He dumped me onto the bed and
undid the button on my jeans and tugged them off, making short work of my
knickers. He kneeled on the floor, spreading my legs wide and dragged me across
the mattress to meet him. With one swift movement he leaned down and licked my
pussy, biting down hard on my clit.

“Fuck,” I gasped, my back arching off the mattress.

As suddenly as he’d attacked my pussy with his mouth, he
moved upward, sucking and biting a path to my breasts. Unclasping my bra, he
flung it over his shoulder and latched onto my right breast, inflicting
pleasure and pain with his mouth on my nipple before moving to the other. I
rubbed my crotch against his stomach, latching my legs around his waist, unable
to control my reaction.

X pushed himself to his feet and as with the first time he’d
fucked me, he flipped me over onto my stomach. Curling his fingers into my hair
and shoved my face into the mattress, his other hand clamped down on my hip,
forcing me up onto my knees. My backside was in the air again and I found myself
hoping he’d fondle my ass as well as my pussy. I drew in ragged breaths as I
felt him position himself between my legs, his feet still on the floor.

His hand left my hair and he palmed my ass cheeks, hissing
through his teeth. Rubbing his hot and hard cock between my folds, a hand came
around and began fondling my clit. I felt my arousal spark and I began rolling
my hips, increasing the friction against his cock. I was so hungry for him to
take me, to feed me with his desire, that I turned my head so I could stare up
at him.

X always found a way for me not to look at him while he
fucked me, like it was a connection he didn’t need or want. Looking up at him
now, I understood. His mask was gone and his true self seemed to be surfacing.
As if he sensed my gaze on him, his eyes flew open and he snarled. Covering my
body with his he grabbed my hair again and forced my gaze away, breaking the
connection I wanted so badly from him.

Was he really incapable? Or was it something else?

Without warning, X thrust hard, burying his cock deep into
my pussy. I cried out, shockwaves of pleasure and pain jackknifing through all
my nerve endings. My body’s reaction was to pull away, but strong hands held me
firm. I wiggled my ass against X’s pelvis, rubbing his balls and driving him
deeper still and he moaned loudly.

I felt his body tremble against the back of my thighs as he
held steady, reigning in whatever dark desire was brewing in his black heart.

“Let it go,” I gasped, my death wish erupting from my lips
before I knew it was coming. I’d lost it, totally and completely. I was at X’s
mercy.

He pulled out slowly, the emptiness that he left behind
aching more than when he was filling it to unbearable levels.

Abruptly, he drove into me again and the force pushed a cry
from my lungs. He struck so deep it was painful, but what a fucked up beautiful
pain it was. He pulled out again and this time, he didn’t stop. He bent to my
desires and let go.

We came together again and again, sweat beading over our
bodies, the air filling with the heady scent of sex. It only drove me further
into madness as I reared back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust in sticky
slaps that mingled with our desperate moans.

This trumped the fuck on Weiss’ desk tenfold. It trumped
every sexual experience I’d ever had. X erased everything and everyone that
came before and I was glad. I was glad the monster had claimed me.

I was so fucked up.

X continued his onslaught until I could hardly keep myself
upright. He reached around and pinched my clit, the only gesture he’d ever made
to spike my pleasure during our fucking, but he hadn’t needed to before. I
fisted my hands into the sheets, the pillow muffling my cries as my body
succumbed to sensory overload. My reaction only seemed to spur X on and he
came, spilling into me with a deep grunt. He slapped my ass hard, the crack
splitting the air and searing my skin.

Finally, he pulled out and shoved me down onto the bed, but
I was too out of it to care or bite back. I lay there on my side, totally
exposed and I didn’t give a fuck. The mattress dipped as he collapsed next to
me, our chests heaving in tandem. His scent…X smelt so male, it was
overwhelming like a fucking aphrodisiac.
Asshole
.

“X?” I whispered.

He slid his hand over my waist, pulling me onto my back and
caught my mouth with his. So, he didn’t want to talk then. Not even a little.

His tongue twined with mine, tasting, exploring, becoming
more urgent as his cock sprang to life again. Rubbing against my thigh, he
moaned softly into my mouth, his hand finding my clit and pressing deeper
through my folds.

I rolled my hips upward, forcing his fingers further into me
and his palm against my clit, and began fucking myself against him. X tore his
lips from mine and transferred his weight on top of my body, my legs spreading
to let him settle right where I wanted him. His cock slid through my folds and
across my clit as he increased the friction between us, his arms settling on
the pillow either side of my head.