The Guru: Shadow (Dark Triad #1)

30. Emma

30

EMMA

PLAYLIST: GOD OF A GIRL – GEORGI KAY

H oly crap shit. Whatever just happened, she had never, ever, had sex like this before. Not even in her fantasies. She had never taken control of a man, nor used him for her pleasure. It was an exhilarating rush of power. And he, of all people, had let her. He even got off on it. Whatever high she was on with him, ebbed away the moment he had mentioned the war room.

Now that her mind realized what they just did, a heavy stone appeared in her stomach, spreading a wave of regret and mortification through her while everything in her seemed to hurt like shit, especially her leg.

“We should. Only they’ll all know.”

“They’ll know and they’ll see,” chuckled Deis. “Not that I care.”

“But I do. What are they going to think of me?” she asked while stepping back under the water and getting herself cleaned up.

“They won’t think anything. You are my queen.”

“Sure they got that memo? What if they think I’m just one of your hunted damsels in distress? ”

“They know you are not, believe me.”

And as the hot water ran down her face and body, her mind started to work again, thoughts racing through her mind like a herd of buffalos.

Deis saw me kill my father. My father killed his family and him almost too. Fucking crap shit.

My father was Richard DeBarra’s hitman.

Why the hell did I never know?

Deis’ hands wandered around her and moved her from under the rain shower, and she could feel the awesome sensation of shower gel transforming into foam on her body. His hands trailing over her, to her small curves, over her breasts, her arms, and he even kneeled down to wash her legs and feet. He only spared the wounds.

When she was covered in foam, he came back up and grasped her face, kissing her so sweetly, so softly and so sensible. With the melting touch of his lips, she closed her eyes. Just for this moment, it was as if they had done it forever and this was just a typical evening. Too good to be true. Like a dream, and she would wake up in a minute.

Only it wasn’t. And when he pushed her back under the water to let her rinse clean, their kiss ended, and she had to face reality, dream or no dream.

As they went out of the shower, he got her a towel and wrapped her in it.

“You know, I can do that by myself, yes?”

“I do, but you need to learn that I take care of you.”

A big chunk of her wanted to protest; she was, after all, independent. And then there was the part that longed her whole life to be taken care of, for letting herself fall into the touch and presence of a man.

All wrapped up, she went over to the mirror.

Holy shit. They will so know.

Bite marks and the wound on her neck jumped at her, her arms still showing glowing red lines where she cut them. He stood behind her, bite marks from her on his neck. And for a moment, it was the weirdest thing, and she had to snigger.

“What’s so funny? ”

“The traces of our activities.”

“Like I said, they’ll know.”

“But Julie–”

“Julie will be fine, there’s so much more to her than you might guess.”

“You do your background checks, don’t you?”

“Naturally.”

“Now, let’s rewrap your leg and let’s get back to the war room.”

He took another bandage and kneeled in front of her, re-wrapping her leg. When he was done, he glanced up at her. The way he did it made goosebumps immediately prick her skin.

“Fuck war room,” he cursed out and his hand wandered up to her clit. Instant arousal fired through her.

With his other hand, he pulled the towel off her, only to let his hand glide over her thigh to her hip and up to her abdomen. There, he gripped and pushed her back, so she leaned against the marble surface with the basins next to her.

“Spread your legs.”

When she did, he rested himself kneeling between them, his hand rubbing her overstimulated and aching clit, yet it aroused her beyond. She knew what she got herself into, now she would feel every last extent of it. And, hell, she wanted all of it.

He leaned towards her and kissed her pubic, sinking his nose and lips in her hair there. Just for a second, her cheeks blushed; pubic hair was still something she was insecure about. She shaved the hair on her labia, but let it grow in a triangle on her pubic. Chris was one of these men who hated hair down there, and she had obeyed him, but they hadn’t had sex for a very long time because she didn’t feel like it, so she just did what she wanted. Deis, however, seemed to love it.

She rolled her hip a bit up so he could reach her clit more easily, as he had stretched out his tongue to lick her clit in circles, while his hand caressed her labia. The way he did it, she felt so wanted, like never before. He had even closed his eyes doing it. He tasted her. Truly consumed her. And it was so satisfying not only to feel the prickling sensation he produced in her but also to watch it. He was the last man he expected to go down on her, literally kneeling for her.

“You taste extraordinary,” he said. With it, he entered her with two fingers and fucked her with them. His tongue drew rhythmical circles, interrupted by vicious sucks.

And in her, her inner volcano began to erupt again. She had to roll her hips into the magic he unfolded on her down there, so she gripped the marble behind her and let her head fall back.

He then kissed her from her clit to her thigh up to her breasts. With the tip of his tongue, he circled around the nipple of her right breast, only to bite into it hard.

“Ouch!” It hurt so much; she couldn’t take it in silence. As the pain ebbed, the arousal it produced in her was beyond anything else.

She saw him smile devilishly against her chest just before he straightened up, gripped her thighs, and pushed her onto the cold marble surface between the basins. His hard cock already waiting for her, he pushed her legs up on his arms and then thrusted into her – everything in her exploded. From this position, he touched a point in her so sensitive and aching body, it made her tense and melt at the same time. Arousing energy built up in her while he thrusted hard and fast in her, every thrust accompanied by a loud smack when their skin met.

His cock was in so deep, it almost shattered her core into pieces, making her scream out with every thrust. It made her try to move away from him, but he held her steady, even pulling her onto him.

“There’s no escaping, stop trying to get away. I told you; I will break you, and you will take it.”

Gods, it was so hot.

She leaned back against the mirror, supporting herself with her hands to the sides a bit behind her and whatever overcame her, it was a big mistake.

“Is that all you have?” she breathed out, teasing him .

A malevolent rushed over his face.

“No, ma belle , this is just the beginning.”

He flipped her legs up onto his shoulders and slung both of his arms around them, fucking her even harder. It was an angle hitting her very existence with such force it was unbelievable, almost unbearable to the point of breaking. There was no escape.

Every thrust made her scream louder, she could not stand it any longer. Unable to say if it was arousal or pain, she had to release what he did to her.

“Come for me, queen.”

Fireworks exploded in her again as his words resounded in her. All of her wanted him to come in her too, but he did not. Instead, he thrust into her further, not slowing down.

“You will come for me again. You will take all of it, do you understand?”

Whatever it was about his words, in her delirium of pleasure and pain, she couldn’t help but feel the arousal in her buildup again. Words did not work with her anymore, so she only nodded, tears streaming down her face from the pain every one of his thrusts inflicted on her.

“Good, now take my cock like the good girl you are.”

Loud moans and half-screams left her, while he relentlessly thrusted in her. The room had become a distorted reality; the whole world had disappeared. There was only one real thing anymore, and that was his cock in her. Hammering into her like a machine, destroying her from the inside.

“Deis, it hurts!”

“Good,” he growled at her.

All her limbs trembled, but he did not stop. He did not let go nor release her.

“Such a lovely piece to fuck you are, I’ll have you every day for the rest of your life, and you will please me and take it as my queen.” And while he kept one arm slung around her legs, his left hand wandered to her throat.

“Deis, I can’t–”

“Yes, you can. You will take it until your very last breath, do you hear me?” And his hand grasped around her throat, so hard she couldn’ t breathe anymore.

There it was – the darkness in him, the control slipping from his fingers. And it was exactly what she wanted. She wanted him to lose control because it made her feel alive. And her vision became blurry once more; in her built the thrilling rush of being alive, of sensing everything, and yet nothing, as he exploded in her like an orgasm of pure exhilarating lust.

He moaned, almost screamed as he came with a vibrant growl, and with it, he let go of her throat.

Air. Breathing. Surviving. Damn, the rush of it was grandiose.

He let down her legs, and she could feel him brush over her skin, only her skin felt like a thousand needles pinched into her as if she was a human pincushion. She had no idea where was up or down, left or right. Everything spun. Only his touch grounded her. He grounded her like on the very first day she had met him at Stone’s.

His hands gripped her and pulled her panting, heated existence into his arms, holding her strong and steady. She would’ve collapsed otherwise.

“You are perfection, ma belle . And I’ll tell you that every day until you can see it yourself, and afterwards just to see you smile,” he whispered.

Yes, please.

“Because,” he added, “your smile opens the universe I want to reside in for the rest of my existence on this earth and all of eternity.”

His words melted her to the point of vaporizing.

It took her quite a moment to be able to stand on her own and become aware of what and who she was.

Deis went to wherever and got some clothes with which he dressed her.

“They’ll so know,” she said with a sigh, scrutinizing herself again in the mirror. She now wore an oversized shirt of his, which looked quite sexy on her, at least that’s what her still high self told her while she glanced in the mirror.

“I don’t care. You’re mine. Nothing else matters.”

When they entered the war room three minutes later, Deis almost had to drag her in, as everything in her was reluctant. She didn’t want to see the shitshow going on online again. And she didn’t want to be judged.

Five pairs of eyes stared at them.

Wonderful, exactly what I meant.

Julie’s eyes wandered from the clothes to her neck, over her wet hair, to her eyes. But when their eyes met, a smug grin appeared on Julie’s face.

“Glad to see you are alright.”

Funny thing to say. If only you knew…

“Of course, she is. So, what’s going on?”

It was Jaz who answered, “We’re containing what we can, but stuff snowballs a lot. But the Gamma files are starting to roll in, feds have arrived at the US HQ and are confiscating everything.”

“Can we counter-engineer the snowballing?”

“We’re on it. But the sheer amount of fake news is hard to catch, people are discussing it. There have been half a million posts only in the last hour.”

“Deis,” said Sam. “The issue is, people don’t like to be wrong, as usual. They idolized Delilah, and now they accuse Emma of having the move against her engineered to get Delilah out of the way.”

“We need to sit that out, it will all clear up in due cause, when the Feds are done with Gamma, they’ll know, until then, damage control.”

Damage control. Accusations. Feds. I’m in a movie, a dream, and when I wake up, I’ll be back in my old life.

And just when the magnitude of it seemed to overwhelm her again, as the tight knot in her throat began to grow, his hand wandered around hers.

“Nothing we can’t manage,” he whispered. “It’ll be alright soon. The best thing is to not let it get to you. People are awful, but they forget really fast. It’ll all be over next week.”

Whatever it was about his touch, his words, they somehow grounded her, vanishing the urge to run and hide. So, she took a leap of courage and leaned into him. As she looked up over her shoulder, she saw the corner of his mouth twitch into a slightly smug grin. He wanted it. He wanted her to rely on him .

“Deis, I have a suspicion,” said Jaz.

“And what would that be?”

“What if they are pushing it? If they try to contain the damage by defamation? It would explain the unexpected magnitude.”

“It would fit the story of that man mixing with the paparazzi,” thought Deis out loud. “Pull up the face shot again. I’ve seen him before. Somewhere. And did you get anything on the phone you found on Carl?”

Wait, what? They found a phone on Carl?

“There you go,” said Jaz, and an image appeared on the screen to her left. As her eyes wandered onto the screen and she stared into those almost black eyes of a hooded man, an ice-like shudder ran down her spine.

It can’t be. It can’t. Please let my brain be fried and haunt me with my past.

“Who is that?” she asked Deis, rounding incredulously on him, staring back and forth between him and Jaz, who stopped her summary on Carl’s phone. Something she would’ve been so interested in to hear, but right now, nothing else mattered.

“We don’t know, he was one of the men hunting you–”

Coincidence. Let it be a coincidence. A look-a-like.

“He what? I…I…it can’t–”

“Emma, what is it with him? Do you know him?”

His voice had an urgent, demanding undertone, but it just could not be. She felt weak, like someone had pulled the rug under her.

“He…Deis, he is supposed to be dead.”

He just stared at her. And once again, her past was catching up on her like a storm raging over the country without shelter.

“Who is he? What’s his name?” And he almost shook her.

“Why don’t we know who that is? Why is this news to me?” he rounded with a reprimanding tone at Jaz and Ed.

But they would not know. Because no one knew.

“Emma…”