SWNOVELS Alluring Darkness: Chapter 19
Uncertainty swirls through my chest. Did I miscalculate? I was so sure that Eli would understand that it was me and that he would come for revenge, but it’s almost midnight now and he still hasn’t shown up.
Shifting my weight, I stretch my arms out and then flex my fingers on the stolen gun. Only the faint silver light from the moon shines in through the windows and illuminates my dark dorm room. I glance towards the windows, even though I can’t really see anything from my position behind the door.
Why hasn’t he shown up yet? I saw his face in the parking lot when I blew up his engine. He didn’t look confused. He looked determined. So he must know that it was me. Maybe I should have left a note? Then he—
A soft click comes from my door. My heart leaps into my throat, and I snap my gaze towards the lock.
Two seconds pass.
Then the handle is slowly pushed downwards.
Excitement flutters through my stomach. He’s here.
I quickly straighten and lift the gun.
The corridor that connects all the dorm rooms is always lit, so yellow light spills across the threshold and pools on the floor as the door is pushed open. I’m standing right next to it, hidden by the door and the darkness in the room.
My heart patters in my chest as a tall and muscular man becomes partly visible.
He stops in the doorway for a moment, staring at the narrow single bed that has been pushed against the wall by the windows. I’ve stuffed clothes underneath the covers so that it looks like I’m lying there sleeping.
I hold my breath.
Then he steps fully into the room.
My heart does a somersault in my chest, because even in this darkness, I would recognize that lethal body anywhere.
Moving like a viper, I yank my hand up and press the gun against Eli Hunter’s temple.
He stiffens in surprise. The reaction is so subtle that if I hadn’t been looking for it, I would’ve missed it. But I did see it. And a victorious grin spreads across my lips in response.
Kicking the door shut, I use my free hand to flick the light switch next to the door.
Yellow light floods the small room, illuminating the single bed with the stuffed covers, the closet on the opposite wall, the empty desk, and the wooden chair pushed underneath it. And, of course, the dangerously hot man in front of me.
Eli slides his gaze to me, but otherwise doesn’t move an inch.
I push the gun harder against his temple while flashing him a wicked smirk. “Oh you’re fucked now, asshole.”
Amusement and disbelief glitter in his eyes as he huffs out a laugh. “Fucked?”
“Yes, you—”
He moves so fast that my brain can’t even process what’s happening.
One second, I’m standing there holding the gun to his head. The next, he shoves my arm to the side, snatches the gun from my fingers, and slams me up against the wall.
My breath explodes from my lungs as my back hits the gray concrete wall hard enough to rattle my teeth. Blinking in surprise, I draw in a breath to refill my lungs.
Once my vision is clear, I find Eli standing right in front of me. He has one hand on my chest, pushing me up against the wall. In the other, he holds the stolen gun that he is now aiming at my forehead.
“Fucked?” he repeats, amusement lacing his tone. A smile that is pure villain spreads across his mouth as he rakes his gaze up and down my body. “Would you like me to show you what it means to be fucked?”
Insanity dances in those burnt gold eyes of his. Deep down, I know that I probably should be terrified. But I’m not. Because that madness calls to the insanity in my own soul. Like a siren song, it pulls at me, telling me to come and dance in the flames as the world burns.
The intensity in his stare is so all-consuming that I can’t even formulate a response.
“Strip,” he commands.
His mere presence is so dominating that my soul vibrates from the authority in that one word. There is absolutely no room for argument. This is the voice of a person who expects to be obeyed.
Dark desire washes through me.
While holding his commanding stare, I quickly strip out of my clothes and let them fall to the floor beside me. My skin prickles and my nipples harden at the exposure. I drag in a shuddering breath as I straighten again, standing before him completely naked.
With the gun still to my head, Eli removes a pair of handcuffs from his belt and tosses them to me. “Put them on. Behind your back.”
Metallic rattling fills the room as I catch the handcuffs and then maneuver them into position behind me. They let out faint clicks as I snap them shut around my wrists.
As soon as they’re on, Eli grabs me by the shoulder and spins me around. Then he uses his free hand to tighten the handcuffs almost to the point of pain. I grit my teeth as the metal digs into my skin.
Eli just plants his palm against my shoulder blades and gives me a shove towards the closet that has been built into the wall. I stumble forward, almost slamming into the white-painted doors.
When I’ve straightened, I turn around and find that Eli isn’t holding the gun anymore. Instead, he’s holding a small bundle of rope. My gaze darts towards the door.
“Do it,” Eli says in a mocking voice. “Make a run for it. See what happens.”
Sliding my gaze back to him, I lock eyes with him again but say nothing. A smug smile lurks at the corner of his lips.
There is no way that I would be able to make it to the door before he can draw the gun again. And besides, I kind of want to know where this is going.
When I make no move to run, Eli loops the rope around my neck and then pulls it through the metal handle of the closet’s top cabinet.
A thrill rushes down my spine as he flashes me a grin. Then he pulls on the rope. My heart pounds in my chest as I’m forced up onto my toes.
Once I’m standing on my toes, Eli pulls just a little bit more. The rope digs into my throat, almost choking me. Almost. Then he ties it in place.
Heat pools at my core as I draw in strained breaths.
With a smirk on his lips, Eli gives me a satisfied once-over. Then he slides out the gun from the back of his waistband and aims it between my eyes.
A jolt shoots through my body like electricity.
I have never been in a more vulnerable, more dangerous, position in my entire life. I’m naked, with my hands cuffed behind my back and a rope around my neck that is keeping me trapped on my toes and almost choking me, and a gun to my head. I should be terrified. But all I can feel is how hard my pussy aches with forbidden need.
Drawing the muzzle of the silencer down my cheek, Eli studies my face like he is inspecting a painting that he hasn’t decided whether to buy or cut to pieces yet. My heart hammers against my ribs. He traces the very edge of the round barrel that makes up the silencer along my bottom lip.
Then his other hand shoots up.
I gasp as he pinches my nipple hard.
But because of the tight rope around my neck holding me immobile, I can’t even squirm against the door as he squeezes harder, sending flashes of pain through my tit.
Then he relaxes his grip. I suck in a shuddering breath as he teases his thumb over my sensitive nipple.
A whimper spills from my lips as he grips it hard again and pulls it towards him, stretching my tit. He presses the gun underneath my chin. I draw in strained breaths underneath the rope and try to shift my weight on my toes so that I can arch my back and relieve the pain in my tit. But I’m hopelessly trapped in place.
My clit throbs and I’m so wet that I can almost feel it dripping down my legs.
He releases my nipple. Relief washes over me. Lowering his hand, he instead draws his fingers over my pussy. Electricity flashes through me at the touch.
Raising his hand in front of his face, he inspects his fingers, and a smirk blows across his lips when he finds them wet.
A flash of embarrassment sears through me, but it’s quickly replaced by another kind of heat as Eli takes the gun from my chin and instead starts drawing it down the center of my chest. The metal from the silencer is smooth and cold against my blazing hot skin.
“This, princess…” Eli begins.
My heart thunders in my chest and I suck in rapid breaths as he slides the gun over my hip and down my thigh. I can barely think straight as the muzzle scrapes against my inner thigh and then over my pussy.
My pulse thrums in my ears as he holds the round barrel of the silencer right against my entrance.
Then he pushes it inside me.
A jolt shoots through my body like a fucking lightning strike, and my eyes snap wide open.
I jerk against my restraints, but the movement only makes me choke harder on the rope. Forcing myself back up onto my toes, I thump the back of my head against the wooden door behind me and bite back a moan as Eli draws out the silencer and then shoves it back in again.
“This, princess,” he repeats. His eyes dance with wickedness as he holds my gaze while sliding the cold metal barrel deeper inside me. “This is what it means to be fucked.”
“Eli,” I gasp out.
“Yes, princess?”
Lights flicker in my brain as he picks up his pace, fucking me faster with the silencer of the gun. Another whimper spills from my lips.
“Is the safety on?” I at last manage to press out in a strained voice.
“I don’t know.” A smirk plays over his mouth as he runs his gaze over my face, studying every emotion that blows across my features while he continues thrusting the gun into me. “Is the safety on?”
Something between a whimper and a moan rips from my chest, and I squeeze my eyes shut as a shudder rolls through my body. “Eli…”
He just continues mercilessly fucking me with the gun.
Every nerve inside my body is on high alert. It feels as if I have swallowed a bottle of lightning. Bolts of pure energy flicker through my veins, making me hyperaware of the tightness of the rope against my throat and the pressure of the handcuffs against my wrists and the friction of that hard metal silencer inside my pussy.
I have never felt more alive in my entire life.
Pleasure builds inside me, soaring quickly into a violent thunderstorm just waiting to be released. My chest heaves as I suck in desperate breaths.
Eli is fucking me with a gun. A fucking gun. If he accidentally bumps the trigger, I’m dead. Hell, he could even decide to purposely pull the trigger while that silencer is still buried inside me. And there is absolutely nothing I can do to stop him.
My life is entirely in his violent, blood-soaked hands.
And that thought alone makes my clit throb so hard that I feel like my brain is going to shatter with the lust thrumming inside me.
I love the feeling of losing control.
Or rather, I love the feeling of someone else taking my control away from me.
It makes me feel alive, feel free, in a way that nothing else does.
Tension builds inside me, pulsing through my body and vibrating against my bones, as Eli keeps thrusting the silencer in and out of my pussy. The friction, combined with the electrifying danger and the sheer control that Eli has over my life right now, pushes me closer and closer to the edge.
My heart pounds against my ribs.
I suck in desperate breaths that never seem to contain enough oxygen.
Then Eli shifts the angle of the gun slightly as he shoves it into me.
And release shoots through my body.
A cry rips from my lungs with enough force to make me taste blood. But the sound is immediately cut off as Eli slaps his free hand over my mouth, silencing me.
I scream and moan and whimper into his warm palm as the orgasm ricochets through my body and I come hard all over the gun still buried in my pussy.
Stars flicker before my eyes and my limbs shake violently.
The force of it makes it impossible to stay on my toes, and I choke as the rope digs into my throat when my knees give out. But that only makes me come harder.
And through it all, those eyes like burnt gold watch me with enough intensity to steal what little breath I had left. Eli’s gaze sears into me, as if he is burning this image into his memory.
When he realizes that I can no longer stand on my own, he moves his hand down from my mouth to my throat, holding me up so that I can gasp air back into my lungs again.
For a while, he just keeps me like that. Even when the orgasm has finished crashing through my body, Eli keeps me trapped against the cold closet door while he finishes studying every inch of me.
Then he at last pulls out the gun. I suck in a breath.
While still holding on to the gun, he raises his hand and then undoes the knot keeping the rope secured to the handle above my head. Then he simply releases my throat.
I don’t have a single ounce of strength left in my body, so at the loss of support, I simply crash down on my knees on the floor. My hands are still shackled behind my back, so I can’t even brace myself when I land. Instead, my body just bows forward over my knees.
For another few seconds, I just remain kneeling like that while I draw in deep breaths. The rope is still wrapped around my throat, but since it’s not attached to anything anymore, I can now inhale fully again.
My head shifts to the side as Eli taps what feels like the butt of the gun against my temple.
“Clean it off,” he orders.
After sucking in one more deep breath, I lift my head and slowly raise my gaze.
Eli is standing above me.
I look up from his black combat boots, drawing my gaze over his black pants and over the tight black t-shirt that shows off his lethal muscles. My pulse flutters erratically as I take in his dominating presence.
With the dark clothes and the scar down his face and the complete command that pulses from his powerful frame, he looks like war and death incarnate.
Kneeling naked and handcuffed at his feet, I’m acutely aware that I am still utterly at his mercy. I drop my gaze to the gun that he is holding in front of my face. The silencer is wet with the evidence of my orgasm. I know that I should be scared of what he can do to me right now. Any normal person would be. But all I can think about is how much I want him to put that gun to my head and then fuck me properly.
“Clean it off,” Eli orders again.
Since my hands are shackled behind me, there is only one way for me to do that. My core throbs again as I open my mouth and lean forward until the silencer almost hits the back of my throat. Then I close my mouth before drawing my lips back down the barrel.
A faint plop sounds as I finish the final part of the silencer and then pull my head back.
I look up at Eli again.
Wicked satisfaction shines on his face as he smirks at me.
Shifting his grip on the gun, he glances down at it before meeting my gaze again and flashing me an amused smile. “Well, would you look at that? The safety was on.”
I just narrow my eyes, staring back at him while he continues silently gloating about his victory for another few seconds.
Then a dangerous glint appears in his eyes as he abruptly flicks the safety off and presses the gun against my forehead. “But if you ever put a gun to my head again, the next time I fuck you, it won’t be. Understood?”
I think I manage to answer yes, but I’m not sure because my brain got stuck on the middle part of that sentence.
The next time I fuck you.
A thrill races down my spine.