Claimed Darker by Em Brown
Chapter 29
DARREN
Past
The thing is, I didn’t consciously attempt to save her life. It was a reflex. Something my body knew to do even before I’d made up my mind to do it. And I’m glad as hell the bullets hit me instead.
I tried to get my mom to think that I might not be in love with Bridget, but I know the truth. It’s more obvious now than ever.
And seeing her eyes fill up with emotion just now…I’ve lost all interest in dinner. Even if it came from Ishikawa West.
“What were you thinking?” Bridget asks in response to my suggestion.
“I’m thinking you get naked, get on the bed, and get the Magic Wand you brought over,” I reply.
“You know I have the wand?”
“I saw it in your backpack when you pulled out your laptop at the hospital.”
“It’s your wand. I thought I’d return it.”
“Go get it.”
I watch her pull the wand from her backpack. She gives me a sly smile—a far cry from the raised brows and looks of disapproval I used to get from her—before heading to the bedroom. I get up and follow her. After shedding her clothes, she reaches for mine. I take off the sling and let her undress me. When I’m naked, she takes my half-hardened cock into her mouth. I close my eyes and savor the wet heat encasing me. She rubs her tongue on the underside of my cock. In seconds, I’m fully hard. I let her blow me for several minutes before I have her hop on the bed.
“Turn around,” I tell her so that her head is closer to me when she lays down. “Now suck my cock.”
She scoots toward me till her head is hanging off the edge. Upside down, she takes my cock into her mouth. At this angle, I can push myself farther into her throat, but she’s not used to the position and gags.
I grab the wand off the bed and place it in her hand. “Turn it on.”
She does and places it at her pussy. I grope a breast and knead it. I slap the side of it, then lightly tug and twist the nipple. While she tries her best to go up and down my shaft, I smack the other breast, then pinch the nipple, making her grunt. I play more roughly with her tits, then have her turn the wand up higher.
“Can I come, sir?” she asks, the words partially muffled by my cock.
“On the count of ten. One.”
I roll my hips.
“Two…three.”
She suppresses a gag when my cock goes deeper.
“Four…five.”
She whines a little.
“Six…seven.”
She’s stopped sucking on my cock, probably more focused on her climax.
“Eight.”
I see her move the wand off her body.
“I didn’t say you could do that,” I admonish her, grabbing the wand and placing it back fully on her pussy. “Nine.”
She becomes tense and silent.
“Ten.”
Her body turns into an earthquake. It’s an awesome sight. I can see every tremor, every spasm. I continue to hold the wand against her as she bucks and jerks. She comes off my cock to gasp and cry. I let go of the wand and let her turn it off. Cradling her neck, I help her up.
Meeting my gaze, she says, “Your turn.”
“I want your ass,” I tell her.
I pull her leg off the bed, flip her onto her stomach, and position her so that her feet are on the floor and her ass is rounding the edge of the bed. First, I sink into her vagina to lubricate my cock. Then I go to a dresser drawer and pull out a U-shaped clit vibrator and remote control. Back at the bed, I spread her thighs wider and rub her where she’s soaking wet. I slip the thinner end of the vibrator into her vagina and let the other end rest against her clit.
“How’s that?” I ask after turning it on.
“That feels nice,” she murmurs.
“Hands behind your back,” I instruct.
I fold her arms behind her so that her hands are at her elbows and hold them in place with my good hand. I nestle my cock between her buttocks and slowly push into her. Her cunt juices had dripped into her ass earlier, smoothing my entry.
Fuck, this feels amazing.
She moans when I sink in more. She stays perfectly still until I’m almost balls deep in her ass.
“How’s that feel, Bridge?”
“Good.”
Slowly, I withdraw, then slide back in. Withdraw and slide back in. This is heaven. I can even feel the faint vibrations coming from inside her pussy.
“Can I come again?” she murmurs.
“Come as often as you want.”
“Thank you, sir.”
I keep my thrusting relatively tame until she orgasms. The contraction of her anus on my cock spurs me to dig deeper, faster. My pelvis slaps against her rump, the sound mixing with her grunting cries as I drive her into the bed. She comes again just after I unload my cum into her rectum. My legs quiver, but I continue to buck against her until I’m completely drained.
We don’t make it back to dinner. Lying in bed next to each other, she falls asleep, stirring when I try to disengage my arm from beneath her.
“Go back to sleep,” I whisper as I kiss her on the temple. “I have to talk to Marshall.”
In the bathroom, I take the showerhead and wash off my lower body before putting on a pair of sweats. I grunt when I have to slide my arm through a zip-up vest. Dressed, I go down to the club and to the office where one of the security team members keeps an eye on the closed-circuit cameras. Since the club is closed tonight, Marshall is the only one around.
“Let’s see the tape,” I tell him.
He turns on one of the monitors and plays the tape from the camera pointed at the front doors. I see myself and Bridget walk out first, followed by JD and Amy. Not long after, a man in an Amani suit exits, too, but he turns around and reenters the club. Seconds later, the camera picks up the sound of gunfire.
“Want me to play it again?” Marshall asks. “I can zoom in, too.”
“Sure,” I reply, though I already know who I’m looking at.
