Darque Wants (94 page)

“She told me what she was going to do.  She spelled it out for me.  Oh I tried, indeed, I tried.  And then after her pay off, we never heard from her again.  But I know…she’s dead.  I ruined her, Arabella.”

“I’m sorry.  But do you think…”

“Danielle…the same.  I began to feel something.  To think that I could love once again.  And I destroyed her.  I drove her insane, the way I always do.  Insanity follows me, don’t you see?”

He took another drink and laughed pathetically.  “I had a shitload of karma coming my way.  And I made Danielle pay for it.  My mother…she’s not a nice person by any means.  But to her credit, she tried.  She saw what I was doing to Danielle.  How I was breaking her heart, and she was breaking mine.  She chased Danielle away because it was the only way we could both be free.  She was blessed with the spirit of ice.  An ice queen, but one that could do what had to be done.  I have no doubt she would make a great president…and a lousy mother.”

Bastien took another drink, by now becoming drowsy.

“When I told mother that Danielle left…before I knew that she chased her away…for the first time in my life…my mother hugged me.  She comforted me.  Like she really cared.  Maybe it was all an act.  Maybe she just was practicing showing love so that she could do it in front of the country someday.  But whatever it was…it almost helped.  Helped me to realize that I have a dark heart, the type only a fake mother could ever pretend to love.  The worst thing of all was…as I sat there, being hugged by mother, her words of consolation hammering my soul…I only thought to myself, ‘Wow, it’s feels just like being in the arms of my Godmother Melissa.”

“Something doesn’t sound right, Sebastien.  You know what I mean.”

“You know enough.  The rest is our business.  Not yours and not Bradley’s.  I’m firing you, Arabella.  But this time…I am letting you go.  Just go and get out of my life.  I’ll give you a good reference.  I was stupid to think that I could…you know…do my thing again where I lie to myself and tell me that I want to be loved.  As you can tell me…all I want is control.  I’m a genuine fuck up.”

“Wait…no, let’s talk about-”

Bastien’s voice increased and his face became enraged.  “
You know what you need to know
!  Don’t go butting into my private life.  I already told you what happened to those girls.  If Bradley wants to make a headline out of that, to make a mockery of their lives and libel their reputations as well as mine, then he’ll make an enemy of my family for life!  I gave that little cocksucker an opportunity and this is how he repays me?  When I’m done with him, he’ll wish he was dead, because he’ll be too washed up to even donate blood!”

“I will.  I’ll tell him everything.”

“Good.  Now get out.  I don’t want to see you anymore.”

Bella looked at a pouting Bastien and then at the door and back again.  “You know, I just have to say one thing.  If you’re letting me go…because you’re afraid of hurting me…you’re getting closer to understanding what love really means.  You tried your best.  But…in my opinion, nobody ever fails at love.  As long as there are decent people in the world, that means there is always another chance to show love.  Don’t give up.”

              Bastien squinted his eyes and took a sniff of the leftover whiskey, watching Bella leave, once again, this time for good, and this time in the name of love—or something close to it.

Bastien looked so young and vibrant a decade ago.  Just ready to graduate college, he had that wonderful senior glow about him.  He wasn’t innocent looking but he wasn’t quite at the point of devious.  He just looked ready, passionate and maybe even a bit daunting to the average woman who preferred jocks to cerebral rebels.

The day he met Danielle on campus, he immediately knew that his future was decided.  They would embark on an extreme and passionate affair that would push the boundaries of all scruples and reason.  It was something about the young woman’s eyes—billowing with emotion, down to earth and yet so alive with an almost glitter like shine.  The conversation started softly, with pleasantries and chatter after running into each other in the hallway.  They were both attractive and well-mannered but nothing interesting came up…until a particularly interesting topic was broached. 

“I hate Thanksgiving.”

“Really?  Me too!” Danielle said.  “Total hippie.  Not down with Columbus.  Why do you hate it?”

“Because I lost my heart on Thanksgiving.  Ever since then it’s had a stain on it, a stain worse than cranberry sauce and butter.”  He gradually smiled.

“So tragic.  My advice for getting over a broken heart,” she said excitedly.  “Is to make it hurt.”

“Interesting choice of words,” he said with a smile.  “I’m assuming you mean figuratively.  As in cleansing the soul.”

“Mmm sort of.  But I actually meant physically.  I mean, not like self-cutting or anything, no, so much deeper than that.”

“Humor me,” he said with a knowing smile.

“I just happen to like…when it hurts.  When I’m stressed I tend to hurt my body.  But I’ve recently discovered that I can’t really be trusted to do it.  I don’t seem to know when to stop.  So I invited someone else to hurt me.  A friend.  I asked him to tie me up and make me feel pain.  Literally.”

“And did he hurt you to your satisfaction?” he asked not missing a beat but maintaining eye contact.

“I think he liked some of it, at first…but when it started getting bruised and bloody he wanted to stop.  I think I scared him.  But the way I see it, hurting is just part of the human experience.  We create art out of nonliving things.  But once we combine living things and art, everyone thinks something’s morally wrong with us.”

“I see,” Bastien said giving her a quaint stare.

“Have I totally scared you and scandalized you?” she laughed. 

“No,” Bastien said with a shrug.  “I was just wondering whether you would like me to hurt you…like…
really, really hurt you
…or if that would be too forward.”

Danielle stared at him and giggled softly, fixated on his eyes and feeling his danger.  She was aroused at the thought and found his strong presence instantly alluring.  The kind of sexy, attractive and very dangerous man that you want to cry in front of.

“But…if I’m going to hurt you, then you play by my rules.  My standards.  You don’t tell me what to do.  You just tell me what not to do.  And I take care of everything else.”

“So it sounds like you know what you’re doing.”

“I’m the best.  I’ve had a lifetime of misery,” he said with a forced smile.

***

Bastien tied Danielle up rigidly, leaving her on the floor stomach side, and binding her legs and arms.  Her legs were yanked above her butt, folded and mashed together.  Her arms were hogtied above her shooting up at the ceiling, her hands bound to a strong knot of rope that connected to the other knot at her feet and ass. 

Bastien made sure the bondage was ultra-tight, just tight enough to compromise circulation and make it uncomfortable. 

“Last but not least…I hope you’re a screamer.  Otherwise this is wasted.”

Bastien covered her mouth with duct tape leaving Danielle mumbling. 

Then, making sure she was perfectly aligned and ready for take off, he pulled the lever to his homemade pulley system and lifted her off the ground, folding her body together, arms to legs in a painful reverse.  Her head was also shoved back as she screamed through the tape.

To her credit, she took all two minutes of the pain, shaking her head frantically when Bastien asked her if she was a good girl.  She scrunched her face and turned red, taking the punishment like no other woman Bastien had ever known.  Finally, she nodded, her eyes shutting and her skin turning rose pink.

He let her down to the floor and listened to her agony in smiling expectation.  He cut the ropes loose with his own pocket knife leaving her body flailing and going back to natural dimensions.  He ripped the duct tape off from her face and smiled, enjoying her painful sighs like a night at the symphony.

“Ohhhh my Godddd…” she muttered, still shivering and dizzy.  “That was amazing…”

It took Danielle some time to recover from the hurt, but when she did they made violent love in his dorm room, fucking each with reckless abandon.  Her enhanced sensitivity all over her body only made his hard thrashing and vicious pussy-pounding all the more intense.  Just as the height of her orgasm she leaned into his ear and whispered in her most maddening voice:

“Gimme your knife…”

Without asking why, he took his knife from the nearby table and handed it to her.  She sliced her forearm, bloodletting a small stream on Bastien’s face.

He licked her blood up as enthusiastically as if he were eating out.  The sight and sound of his acceptance, his unquestioning and dangerous loyalty to her pain and his vampire-like tongue gouging into her mouth, was enough to send her into a writhing screaming orgasm. 

The other students applauded outside the dorm, but Bastien and Danielle were oblivious to all other life forms on the planet.  They lay in bed, exhausted and not sure of what just happened.  They were sick enough to complete each other.  Bastien dared to dream that he might actually try loving again…if only he could not screw this one up, a match made in hell that was only destined to grow hotter the more anti-social he became.

He leaned over in bed, rubbing his face all over her wet breasts and kissing her on the lips, then the chin.  “You’re fucked up, Danielle.”

“Yeah?” she asked in smiling, buzzed afterglow.

“You’re just what I need to feel normal.”

“What is normal?  The opposite of us?”

“Yeah.  I just have to warn you.  I’m what you might call high maintenance.  My rules are ruthless.  My techniques are extreme.  And I’m pretty fucking incommunicado when it comes to sharing my feelings.”

“Thank God.  Because I’m kind of in a place in my life where I just want a man to shut the fuck up and make me scream.  You’re closest thing I can find to dating Jason Voorhees, Bastien.”  She smiled and licked his lips.

“And you’re the closest I can find to Liz Bathory…you know, without actually going to jail and losing all my inheritance.”

“Oh shit, did you just say you’re a rich boy?”

“I’m Senator Mallory’s son.”

“Holy crap!”

“Does that change anything?”

“Ohh Jesus, yeah.  Because now I got to pretend that money isn’t important and that I’m some mature bitch that doesn’t enjoy really shallow and vain things like riding around in a convertible.  What I really want to do in life…Bastien Darque…is save the manatees.  Really.”

Bastien laughed and Danielle guffawed, so early in the bizarre relationship and already fawning over each other like lost soul mates.

“And now I’ve got to pretend as if I’m not crushing on you.  And that this is all just loveless sex and cruel misogynistic revenge against all women.  Don’t you just love romantic comedies like ours?”

“Awesome,” she said, loving the feeling of his strong and deadly arms embracing her and keeping her warm—as if reminding her that any time, he could reach out and choke her.  “I hate traditional romance anyway.  We’re not like normal people, Bastien,” she said with an evil little wink.  “And as for your mother…Senator Mallory…I think she’s evil and cold-hearted as fuck.  But maybe that would make her like me more.”

“Jesus, are you asking to meet my parents already?  You psycho.”

“This is the year of living dangerously.” 

“I want you, Danielle.  More than I’ve ever wanted anything.  And what Bastien Darque wants he gets…” he said with a badass gleam in his eye. 

Bastien laughed softly, looking forward and losing her eyes, wondering about the uncertain future.  He swore he could never love again after Melissa left—no, after he ruined her and sent her away in shame.  But this time things were different.  Danielle wasn’t attached.  She was a little mad like him.  They both wanted the most unnatural things, the types of love that would scare away the vanillas of the world in a heartbeat.  Maybe this time, that vague, nonsensical and insane thing called Love that he couldn’t make work with anyone else…could finally exceed all limitations.  Maybe this time it would happen.  Maybe this time he would want and win. 

Want to know what happens next?

In
The Darque Billionaire Book 6:
Darque Bonds
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the pressure starts to build as more of Bastien’s past starts to unravel.  And when Bradley and Bella confront the powerful Senator Mallory and her husband about their involvement the story gets even more complicated.  Can Bella trust Bastien to finally share the truth so they can move forward, or will this be the end of them for good?

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Darque Bonds
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