Ascending Darkness (Shattering the Darkness) (19 page)

“Fuck… yes… Brecc…” I moan on an exhale of breath.

“That’s it. Nice and hard… just like I like them,” he growls against my mouth, before consuming it again quickly.

He moves one hand down to untie the string on his pants, letting them fall to the floor.

“Are you ready, dove?” His fingers move to my opening, spreading my wetness around then back to his cock, stroking himself.

My head falls forward and I watch as a drip of fluid forms on the tip of his cock. My body
sparks with electricity; every nerve ending alive and begging for stimulation. My head slowly moves back up. My wide and lust filled eyes connecting with his hungry ones.

“Fuck me, Brecc
,” I order softly.

He smiles slowly, deliberately
, before slamming his enormous cock into me. My head slams against the wall with the force of it and I cling tighter to him; holding on. His head drops to my collarbone as he composes himself, letting my body adjust to the invasion of his.

He slowly pulls out and slams in again, this time harder.

“Yes…” I hiss out, wanting more. “Harder… more…” I plead

“Take your fucking shirt off, Harper
. Let me see you,” he growls; his hands busy holding my hips in place for the onslaught of his thrusts.

My hands move down to the hem of the shirt and pull it over my head throwing it somewhere to the side, then travel to his hair detruding his mouth to my nipple. I push my chest further into his mouth; silently praying for him not to stop. I clutch his hair in my fists as his cock begins to assault me
, almost viciously. My legs cling to his waist trying to get him deeper inside.

His head comes up, those cerulean blue eyes locking onto my green. My lips part trying to pull more air into my lungs.

“Fuck you are so beautiful like this.” His hips continue to push his cock harder and harder into me, filling me so much it almost hurts. “I could live inside you, dove.” He slows his pace, swirling his hips out and back in with deliberate motions. “Every…” hip swirl, “fucking…” hip swirl, “day…”

“Breccan…” I pant out.

His eyes blaze with the restraint he is using. I can tell he is close but holding back to prolong our pleasure.

His hands slide lower onto my thighs and he raises them higher. He moves his arms under my legs, bringing my knees up to my chest.

“Oh my God…” I cry out at the pleasure this angle provides. My head falls back to the wall again.

“That’s it
, baby. Don’t hold back…” His cock slides out slowly and back in just as slowly.

I hear myself whimper in protest. I move my hands to my nipples and start to pinch and rub them, hoping to entice him to fuck me harder.

“Fuck, yeah. Just like that, dove…” he growls; his eyes are locked onto my hands and their ministrations. He picks up his pace again and resumes his assault on me. 

I smile a little at how aggressive he is being with me. It makes me feel hotter and more alive. I can feel the possessiveness in the way he holds his body so tight against mine. I can see it in his eyes as he watches me flick my own nipples.

I take one hand and slowly slide it down to my stomach, his eyes following its path. His pace doesn’t slow as I reach my clit and begin to rub and flick it. His movements become more erratic as I let out another pleasure filled moan. My body is stimulated to the max. His cock is hitting me at a perfect angle, my nipples are screaming out in pleasure, my clit is building my orgasm faster and faster…

“
Fuck!
” I scream out; my arms flying around him holding him tighter to me. My face burrows in his neck and I let out a strangled whimper as my orgasm continues to incapacitate me.

“
Fuck
,” he clips out on a growl.

His hips slam into me one last time while he simultaneously lowers my legs, which tighten around him of their own accord, and his arms wrap tight around me as he buries himself deep inside me
… pouring his release into my body.

My orgasm finally begins to fade at the peak of his. Thankfully his arms are locked so tight around me, holding me in place
, as my body goes completely limp.

He moves his hands down to hold onto me as he pulls us away from the wall. My head lays listlessly on his shoulder and my arms drop to hang down to my sides as he walks us into the bedroom, kicking his pants off as he goes. He lays us down onto the bed, moves to the center pulling me with him then covers us with the blankets. His arms come back around me, holding me tight to him; my face nuzzled into his perfectly toned chest.

“I love you, dove,” he says quietly.

“Move in with me,” I reply
, sleepily and feel his whole body tighten.

I’ve had time to think about it tonight and I don’t want to continue to go back and forth between our places. I want him with me… every morning… and every night…

“Wh-what…?” His hand moves to my chin and raises my face to look at him. “Are you serious?”

“Yes. Move in with me.” My hand raises to brush the hair out of his face and I lay my palm on his cheek. “Instead of sharing a space… just… move in with me.”

His eyes search mine to make sure that I am not joking. His face breaks out into a massive smile as he lays his mouth on mine, gently licking my lips until they open. Our tongues connect and my hand moves further into his hair, holding him to me. His arms form steel bands around my torso. He pulls back and looks at me, smiling again.

“I would love to,” he whispers. I smile back then pull his mouth back to mine.

“So do you have everything you need?” I ask Mya as we are leaving the apartment.

Mya, Emma, Brynn, Avery and I spent all day shopping for a new wardrobe, and miscellaneous supplies for her. Meanwhile, Mark, Rory, Nick, Kole, Breccan, Rich, and Nikko helped the movers get the furniture into her apartment. Kara, Beth and Fiona stayed with them to decorate and instruct everyone on where things should go. We just finished getting all of her purchases put away and Breccan and I are the last to leave.

Bar one: Nick.

Avery questioned her about their relationship and, while I thought it was none of my business, I found myself dying to know. I’ve never been one to gossip with other people really. And I think I was so standoffish for so long that no one ever felt the need to tell me things. I was loving this feeling of belonging and having a group of people I cared about, and vice versa, so much that I was dying to know what was happening between the two.

Turns out they have been seeing each other secretly for several months. I didn’t feel as bad when Emma, Mya’s best friend, didn’t even know.

“How could you not tell me!” Emma was clearly hurt after Mya dropped what I thought was a massive bomb for a Neiman Marcus store.

Our security detail were following us, but no one but me knew about it. I had asked them this morning before Breccan and I left his place to be discreet because I didn’t want everyone to know yet.

Two men were with us as we were out shopping. Hank and Michael. Very nice gentlemen that took their job
very
seriously, which I was thankful for. Who knows what could happen if Stevie really is the one behind trashing Mya’s apartment?

“We wanted to keep it a secret,”
Mya answered Emma with an apologetic expression. “It really just happened one night and it was so amazing that we kept doing it,” she continued while looking at an outfit displayed on a mannequin. “Before long it turned into something more.” She turned around and faced Emma, begging with her eyes for her best friend to understand, “You know how horrible I am with relationships. He’s never been very good at it either and we thought that since it was going so well… that maybe we should just keep things… as they were.”

Emma steps up and interlocks her arm with Mya’s and we continue walking through the store. “Was it ‘both of you’ or just you, Mya?”

“It was mostly me, I guess,” she answered sheepishly. “He’s actually been trying to get me to tell everyone for a while, but I was so scared. After everything that happened with my apartment and his reaction to it… it was kind of hard to keep it a secret.” She looked at me with a sad expression, “I’m sorry Harper. I know you probably don’t like the idea of your employees dating, it’s-”

I cut her off by waving my hand at her, “I don’t give a shit honey.” I slide my arm through her free one
, and Emma and I lead her off to a shelf of fantastic bags. “I’m hardly one to judge another on their love life. Mine’s been a fucking mess.”

She looks up at me and smiles while raising her brows, “It doesn’t look so messy now.”

Avery and Brynn burst out laughing.

“Fuck off,” I snap at them before looking back to Mya, “Well, it’s complicated, but yes, it is going well with Breccan.”

“Please don’t take offense, boss,” Emma says over Mya’s head, “But your man is so fucking hot I could swear he’s a God or something!”

I laugh with her
, enjoying the friendship I’m developing with these amazing people. Emma is gorgeous and I would be worried if I wasn’t so sure that Breccan was one hundred percent in love with me and me with him.

She is about five foot eight, lots of curves and long silky black hair that has a natural loose curl to it. Her blue eyes stand out immensely with her light African American skin tone.
But nothing compared to my Adonis’s eyes.

“No offense taken,” I assure her.

“Good, because that man has no eyes for anyone but you,” she smiles at me.

We decide to take a break and head out of the store and go next door to a coffee shop to order coffees.

“Nor should he have eyes for anyone but you,” Mya says after we have our coffees, “You’re fucking hot, Harper.”

“Thanks,” I laugh and shake my head.

“That’s what I tell her all the fucking time!” Avery exclaims.

“But she has a hard time believing it nonetheless,” Brynn says, with a sad smile for me that I return.

“Good God, why?” Emma asks, “Do you not own a mirror?”

“Well it’s hard to believe you’re beautiful
,” Avery begins with a sad tone, “when your looks are all people have ever want- Ouch!” he cries and begins to rub the leg that Brynn just kicked, “Bitch, you better knock that off,” he wags a finger at her while I sit quietly, all the blood drained from my face and my jaw clenched.

Brynn nods her head towards me and realization dawns on Avery and he turns to me.

“Oh my fucking God, I’m so sorry Harper!” He grabs my hand and holds it.

“It’s…” I clear my throat that has somehow formed a lump, “It is okay, Avery.” I try to smile at him
, managing only a half weak one.

“Wait… what’s going on?” Mya asks.

Brynn’s eyes flash with anger at Avery.

I feel my chest tighten at the turn the conversation has taken. It took me forever to tell Brynn and Avery what I did
…

A
nd in the span of a couple weeks everybody is going to know.

This is why I shouldn’t get close to people
…

What I did…

How disgusting I am…

But then Breccan’s voice from last night comes back to me…

“You were a victim, even then.”

“He used all of it… everything you went through with Frank… He used it all against you.”

“You didn’t have all the facts, nor were you old enough to make a decision like that
… something that life altering...”

I let his words wash through me and decide right then and there that I will adhere to the vow I took.

It is time for me
…

Time for my life to be lived
…

And I can’t hide anymore
…

If Breccan can accept me after the details that I have shared with him, then I don’t care if anyone else does. He i
s the only one that matters now…

“
Nothi-” Avery begins but I cut him off.

“I had a hard life, Mya,” I say turning to look at her.

“I figured you probably have…” she states slowly, “I mean with how… no offense,” she says and bites her lip, “but you were always kind of… standoffish… with us.”

“Yes. I was
,” I smile kindly at her. “And there was a reason.” I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I was kidnapped as a child.” I say watching as both their eyes go wide.

They start to speak, probably to apologize, but Brynn cuts them off; knowing what I am doing, “Just wait girls.”

“My parents were murdered and I was kidnapped,” I continue, “I was then put into foster care where I was abused… repeatedly… for years… in many different ways…” I pause to swallow a drink of coffee, hoping to push the lump in my throat down a bit more. It is so hard to talk about all of this still… yet… so much easier than it ever used to be. “I ran away at fifteen where a man took me from living in the streets to working in them…” I trail off looking at the other patrons in the shop.