Let Him Reign: An Underworld Romance (3 page)

There's not even time for me to yell when strong, solid arms wrap around my waist and lift me completely off the ground. The world spins and my stomach flips the next second when I'm hanging upside down. I squirm to try and escape the stronghold until my feet touch the floor again. The noise from the running of the bulls is instantly drowned out, and my breath coming in pants sounds loud. In pitch black darkness, I can't see a damn thing, only the outline of my own hand in front of my face. I reach out trying to find my way around and hit a hard surface. Running my fingertips over the structure, I feel dips of various sizes like rows of books pressed together. There’s more of the same when I reach higher, but no leather spines. Is this some sort of bizarre, ass-backward bookcase? 

"What the fu-?" I start, but then a large palm slaps over my mouth, making me squeal against skin.

"Shh, it's me," he hisses only inches away from my face then uncovers my mouth. I gasp in a startled breath, trying to calm my galloping heart. "Stay quiet and we'll be fine," the low, rumbly voice I recognize as Batman's directs me.

I now realize that he rescued me from the stampede and he's helping me hide from the mafia men with guns. Thank goodness because I really don't want to be shot tonight. I don't have any medical insurance and I know that hospital bill would be outrageous!

Finally relaxing, some of the tension in my body melts away, reminding me that my ankle hurts and my side is tender.

"What's going on?" I ask, my body still shaking with adrenalin.

"Shh."

"Where are we?" I ask him in a low whisper, spinning around in a circle and coming up with nothing but pitch black darkness.

"Stop talking, or I swear to God, I'm gonna shove my tongue down your throat to make you," he commands so close to my ear that I shiver again at the brief touch of his damp lips.

"Is that a promise?" I ask, antagonizing him to do it. What else is there for us to do while we play a real life version of hide and seek? There is some scary shit going on just a few feet away from us, and I want someone to hold me.  

Grabbing my face between both of his hands, Batman's mouth crashes down, kissing my cheek before he finds the intended target. His tongue, tasting sweet with the bitter hint of alcohol, swipes over my lips, requesting admission. I gladly open the gates for him.

The first stroke of his tongue on mine causes more of that warmth to shoot straight down between my legs, making me moan. It's a frantic, intensely passionate kiss like I've never experienced before easing my fear and worry. Maybe it has to do with the fact that not only is he a stranger, but I don't even know what he looks like behind the mask. I just feel safe with him, like he could protect me from anything.

After a few wonderful moments, Batman's hands move down to my hips, pivoting us until my back hits a hard, flat wall. Oh God, yes! With the solid structure to brace against, he rocks his hard costume-covered body deliciously against the front of mine, making me whimper into his mouth. He shushes me again, but I’m too far gone to care. Wanting to feel an actual part of him, I reach up and push his mask off. It hits the floor with an echoing thud while I thread my fingers through his thick hair, surprisingly long for a man.

His warm, moist lips begin their slow, exquisite path down my jaw and along the column of my neck. My breath comes in shallow pants as I throw my head back, giving him full access. I almost combust when he starts tugging the front zipper of my body suit down.

"Whoa," I whisper. I still his large hand with my much smaller one when what little reasoning ability I have decides to resurface. What’s wrong with me? I’m not the type of girl who makes out with strange men in secret rooms. "I-I don't know who you are. You haven't even told me your name!"

"Eric," he exhales softly against the skin on my collarbone.

I shudder when his free hand glides over the curve of my ass and his tongue licks the cleavage of my bare breasts since I couldn't wear a bra in this getup.

"D-don't you want to know my name?" I ask even though he doesn’t seem the least bit concerned about the fact that we don’t know anything about each other. That right there should be enough to make me want to put on the brakes. But I stupidly don’t.

"Sure, then shut up."  

I scoff indignantly, but it turns into an embarrassing mewling sound when his tongue flicks over my already beaded nipple. I happily kiss more of my inhibitions goodbye, not missing those annoying, fun-sucking bastards in the least.

"So?" he prompts.

"Ha-Hope." I think that's my name. It's too hard to think. I'm not drunk but between my happy alcohol buzz from earlier and this incredible make out session, my entire body is vibrating with heightened pleasure. It feels better than anything I’ve ever experienced in my entire life. Or maybe it's just the sexy and mysterious Dark Knight—
Eric
—making me feel this way.

Easing my zipper lower, he exposes my stomach to the cool air, and then peels the suit down my arms. He runs his palms along my now bare limbs until they fall over my breasts. I yelp and squirm, pulling two handfuls of his thick locks when he moves lower and his tongue flicks inside of my tender belly button.

After the confining outfit is pushed down my hips his palm reaches up and slaps over my mouth again, forcing my head against the wall. I don't mind because I can't contain my sounds when his lips move lower, his heated breath hovering just above my mound while his fingertips brush softly along my folds. My legs are so weak I almost fall when he finally gives a slow lick over my throbbing clit. Everything else is instantly forgotten, the scary men with guns, where Kayla might be, my throbbing ankle and sore ribs. All of those thoughts disappear when an explosion of ecstasy overwhelms my body and mind, completely relaxing me from head to toe.

Simultaneous to Eric’s spine-bowing tongue-lashing, he starts fucking me with one of his long, thick fingers. The combination is too good, and I come with a moan against his palm quicker than ever before. I swear this man is a freaking magician between my legs. I wouldn't be all that surprised if for his next trick he pulls a rabbit out of my box.

I release my grip on his hair and begin to untangle my fingers. With my weak knees knocking against each other, it's a miracle that I'm able to stay braced against the wall rather than just slide down until my ass hits the ground.

When Eric stands up, his palms cup the sides of my face seeking out my lips again. I reach for his shoulders to pull him closer and hum in approval when my fingertips are greeted with his smooth, muscular body telling me he thankfully lost his costume.

No, no, no. What the hell am I thinking? We can't...I can't...I should stop him before this goes any further.

Oh, but with the way his tongue is seductively prodding my mouth, my body is saying, “
God
y
es
!” My inner prude reminds me that I don't know anything about this guy, not even what he looks like without a mask on because it's so dark in here. Suddenly I'm reminded of the words on my fortune. The ones that read,
true love will always find you in the darkness
.

Maybe I'm crazy, but there's something about this man...the wonderful way he touches me and the dirty way he talks to me. Even better, the way he makes my heart race and has me feeling alive for the very first time in my life. It just seems so...right to be with him. It's like I'm free falling into something incredible, and I'm desperate for him to catch me.

I skim my fingernails down his broad shoulders to his chest and rippling stomach. Reaching around, I grab his tight, firm ass, pulling him forward until his hard cock grazes my throbbing pussy. Unable to resist any longer I fist his thick length and stroke him while guiding him toward my entrance at the same time, showing him what I need from him

"You don't have to rush, baby. We've got all night," he says.  

I shush him because now I
am
in a hurry. "I want you," I say against his lips. My body shakes with need like never before after he set off the first explosive orgasm. I'm lost to the amazing sensations pulsing through me. It’s like everywhere he kisses me or caresses me catches my skin on fire. But I want more. I want his heavy shaft that I'm holding moving inside of me, completely filling the aching emptiness.

"Hell yes. I can't wait to get inside you, but are you sure?" he asks softly.

"Yes."

His body lowers, then one of his hands lifts my foot to remove my heel on one and then the other.

When he touches the tender spot on the outside of my right ankle I yelp and slap my own hand over my mouth.

"Did you twist it earlier?"

"Yes."

His soft, damp lips press a gentle kiss on my ankle before placing a few more up my calf, heading to the inside of my thighs while his hands stay busy tugging off my suit. Once it's out of the way, he's on his feet again, picking me up by my ass, so that I can wrap my legs around his waist, keeping my back braced against the wall.

After the head of his cock plunges into my weeping entrance I'm lost to everything except the sensation of his thick shaft filling me up to satisfy that throbbing needy ache. His mouth crashes down on mine, drowning out my moans of pleasure and low whimpers. I don't know what it is about him, but I feel like I
have
to have him inside me. Maybe it's stupid. Maybe I'll regret it tomorrow or next week when he promises to call and never does. But in this moment I'm pretty sure my life depends on having this one man.

After giving me a few seconds to adjust to his size, he uses more force on the next thrust forward, shoving in until he can't impale me any farther while swallowing my cries. Pulling out almost all the way he rams back into me, harder and even deeper if that's possible, over and over again. I hold on to his neck and press my heels into his ass, riding the unbelievable pleasure he's giving me. I tremble in his arms with another earth shattering release. My creamy walls squeeze around his cock and hold him hostage.

When he lifts his mouth from mine to curse softly I realize he's trying to pull out, but I'm powerless to stop the uncontrollable spasms. Once they subside, Eric withdraws to set me back down on my feet, leaving me with that incredibly empty feeling again.

His harsh pants sound loud in the small, dark room. Although I can’t see anything, I'm pretty sure he’s fisting his cock at the moment. I don't want him to come in his hand. I want to be the one that gives him that explosive rush of ecstasy like the one he gave me. One so damn amazing that he'll never forget it.

I let my already wobbly knees give out, sending me down on them. Removing his engorged length from his own hand, I cover it with my mouth, tasting myself on him. 

"Yes! Fuck yes!" he exclaims when my lips seal tightly around him. If my mouth wasn't full I would shush him. Instead I swallow his cock as far as I can, sucking on his thickness in deep pulls until I taste the warm liquid pulses of his arousal. With my hands holding onto his thighs, I feel his body start to shudder. A low growl rumbles out of his chest before his fingers thread into my hair, gently guiding my movements forward and back as I finish him off.

After he pulls away, I slump exhaustedly but content against the wall, resting my cheek on what smells earthy and is cool to the touch and smooth like concrete. I hear Eric rustling around in the small, cramped space before he lifts me up and sits me down on his naked lap, my back to his chest. One of this strong arms holds me around my waist while a blanket or some type of fabric floats down around us. I'm guessing it’s the cape from his costume.

My head lolls back, resting comfortingly against his sweaty shoulder. Other than his wandering hand that can't seem to stay still on any one part of my skin, we both remain quiet and still in the darkness for so long I almost fall asleep. Regardless of what might be taking place on the other side of the bookcase, in here I feel safe and sound with Eric.

The contrast from this intimate, sweet cuddling to how we just fucked like crazed bunnies is confusing. Now that the desperate lust has passed, I'm thinking clearly, which is not much fun. While I've never done anything like this before and was a virgin before my ex, Justin, this guy probably has his way with strange women on a regular basis. But the way he's holding me causes this ridiculous giddiness to well up inside of me. I don't want to be like all the others. 

"It's probably clear, but I'm not ready to leave yet," he says softly, pressing a kiss against my ear.

"Me, either. I hope my best friend Kayla is all right. Do you think everyone’s okay?"

“God I hope so. I haven’t heard any gunfire so it’s probably all for show.”

“Do you have a cell phone?” I ask.

“Nope. No pockets, which explains why Batman always wore a utility belt.”

I worry that Kayla might still be looking for me. I don’t know what I’d do if something was to happen to her. She’s not just my best friend, but she’s always been like a sister since we met in Kindergarten. But once chaos erupted, it was obvious that we were all on our own tonight. If Eric hadn't pulled me in here I probably would've ended up unconscious and crushed on the ground.

"I'm sorry," he whispers softly against my ear. "I didn't have a condom, and I shouldn't have let it go that far. But I swear you don't have anything to worry about with me. That was my first time bareback—I don't know what I was thinking. I lost my damn mind."