Clarice Mary Spencer

The massive iron gates open before my eyes, and I'm immediately taken aback. An old, imposing mansion fills my sight, exuding a magnificent structure. Even in the darkness of the night, I can sense the grandeur of this place, almost as if one of those houses from my favorite books has come to life.

The mansion stands as a testament to the past, a massive structure of dark brick and stone, adorned with ornate columns. Tall, stately windows line the walls, and the steeply angled roof adds to the authentic architecture. The front garden is lush and fragrant, hinting at the beauty that lies beyond the entrance.

Though my first glimpse is only illuminated by the lights of the car, it's enough to render me speechless. He parks the Mustang just in front of a splendid fountain, a few feet away from the main entrance. The fountain is not functioning, though.

As we step out of the car, Kylo leads me to the main entrance, adorned with stained glass. I can't make out all the details, but I can't resist running my fingers over the door before he unlocks it.

With the door open, Kylo flicks the light switch, and the entire room is bathed in light. The scent of old woodwork fills the air, and I feel the weight of history in the antiques and artwork adorning the walls. 

A sweeping staircase gracefully curves up to the second floor, its wooden steps covered in a luxurious dark red carpet.

Though all the furniture is veiled in white sheets, I can sense the hidden treasures beneath the cotton shade.

Amazed, I quietly mumble, "Why the hell did you even move to my next-door house when you have a place like this?"

"You really like it?" he asks, slightly surprised.

I huff, twirling around to take in as much as I can, and reply, "Hah, is that even a question? It's incredible."

My feet draw me closer to the exquisite fireplace, made of carved stone with intricate designs and patterns on the mantle. The hearth, large enough to accommodate a sizable fire, is a masterpiece of brick and stone. I can already envision the flames dancing and casting a warm glow throughout the room.

However, as I take a step forward, Kylo stops me by gripping my upper arm, his words laced with a blend of threat and irritation, "Don't take a single step without my permission."

Confused, I turn my head to meet his stern gaze and ask, "Then why did you even bring me here?"

Without uttering a sound, he takes a few steps forward and pulls off the first cotton sheet. Three winded crossbows, each ready to spring into action, pierce my eyes—a trap.

"It's a little welcome gift if somebody had decided to come here to snoop around," he speaks in his husky voice, his intent clear, "This whole house is one big trap." 

He approaches me, and effortlessly scoops me up from the dark, hard wooden floor. His warm breath brushes against my ear as he whispers, "I definitely didn't bring you here so you could accidentally get killed." Carrying me toward the majestic staircase, he adds with a mischievous tone, "I wanna get you out of this dress already."

My cheeks flush with crimson, and a small, high-pitched sound escapes my throat as my face is so close to his. It's been a struggle to keep my eyes off him the whole time. Kylo is a freakishly good-looking man, even though he constantly changes his appearance. Every damn eye color suits him, every damn hair color, and even every damn tattoo on his tanned skin.

Sensing my eyes deeply glued to his face as he ascends the stairs with each step, he smirks and asks playfully, "Like what you see?"

A shaky "Mhm" spills over my lips. 

I'm not kidding when I say he's the man of my deepest dreams. I desperately hope it's not just a dream because I never want to wake up. Even if he is a merciless assassin with creepy and fucked-up morals.

The second floor is just as exquisite as the first. A long hallway, adorned with intricate chandeliers, immediately catches my attention, but I don't have much time to admire it. He soon opens a door that leads us into a bedroom. 

As soon as my feet touch the floor again, he plants his lips on mine. His soft tongue slowly mingles with mine, making me lose my mind completely. Through the deep kiss, he whispers, "Turn around."

Following his request, I slowly turn my back to him. His rough fingertips caress my bare shoulders and neck in the most teasing and erotic way, leaving a trail of goosebumps and warmth tingling on my skin.

Inch by inch, he slides the thin straps of my dress off my shoulders, leaving them hanging in the midsection of my arms. The room fills only with my barely audible gasps and his shallow breath flowing over my skin with each exhale. 

Desperate to have him closer, I reach my hand backward, aiming for his neck, but he pushes my hand off and whispers, "No, stand still."

Confused, I whine softly, not entirely sure of his intentions.

"I like this dress," he continues, "And I want to savor every second of sliding it off your body."

"Your teasing is killing me," I moan, lowering my head as I feel his hands brush over my chest.

Kylo chuckles softly, "You know what's even better than you undressing yourself?"

"Huh?"

"When I get to do it myself," he slides his lips on my ear and whispers, "You're not the only one with odd kinks, Dolly."

As he speaks, he slides his hands between the line of my cleavage and gradually pushes the fabric down. The silky dress flows over my body, finally pooling around my heels, leaving me standing naked in front of him.

He groans and deepens his tone, "Fucking hell, where is your underwear?"

I smile mischievously, "I didn't want any lines showing through... ah," my sentence is interrupted as his hands find my rock-hard nipples. 

He squeezes them firmly and growls, "I don't think I like it."

"What? I... oh," another sentence is cut short as he bites into my neck.

"You're giving easy access to your body."

I giggle and bite my lip, feeling his hand travel lower over my stomach. "It's not like I'm granting access to just anybody."

As soon as his hand reaches its destination, I throw my head back and let out a breathless moan. My eyes roll backward when his fingers glide effortlessly over my swollen clit, but his deep voice in my ear makes me jolt back from the pleasure, "Your ex-boyfriend didn't pick you up for nothing today."

"No, my parent's car was full and..." He cuts me off again by sliding his hand over my throat, squeezing it while his fingers penetrate me deeply. In a passive-aggressive manner, he mutters, "Do you really believe that bullshit?"

With a single firm pressure on my clit, he keeps me on the rim of climax, driving me insane. The burning sensation in my pussy makes it pure torture, and I express myself loudly, "Ah, Kylo, please."

Squeezing my neck even harder, he growls deeply, "Say you're mine."

His possessiveness comes out of nowhere, and if I wasn't about to come any second, I would be utterly scared right now. Squealing like a little mouse, I moan, "I'm yours."

He instantly lets his fingers do their magic, and a powerful orgasm washes over me, making me weak in my knees and panting for air as if they were my last breaths.

"That's right, Dolly. I don't like to share."

Oh, fuck!

"That's just my mother who thinks Owen and I could get back together again."

Nudging me toward the huge king-size bed, he keeps his threatening tone near my ear, "Oh, I already know everything that is going on in your life."

My voice shivering, I stammer, "H-how? Are y-you're stalking me?"

He chuckles and gently lays me on the bed on my stomach. I feel him crawling all over me until he reaches my neck, "Not quite, but if I want to, I can always locate you in this damn city. The only time I don't have my eye on you is when you're not using your car to move around."

"Why?" I cry out, my voice trembling with urgency.

He remains silent, his actions speaking louder than words as he opens his buckle. In an instant, the tip of his shaft slides inside me. Despite the overwhelming questions swirling in my mind, I can't deny the pleasure coursing through me. He continues to push himself into me until he's fully immersed, only my uterus is preventing him from going any deeper.

Kylo starts thrusting into me, growling, "Because you thought you could play detective and follow me around without even understanding what I am."

His deep thrusts send shivers through my entire body, and even his menacing words can't dampen my arousal. Instead, they fuel my newfound desires, and I purr, "But it still got me what I wanted."

In the blink of an eye, he pulls out of me and deftly flips me around, smirking, "Now this is the side of you I'd like to see more often."

"And what side is that?" I inquire, breathless and eager for his response.

Lowering his head, he runs his tongue over the length of my torso, finally resting on my nipple. "The dark and daring," he utters against my skin.

"Is that what excites you? " I taunt, my heart pounding.

He raises my legs, placing them on his shoulders, and leans in closer, penetrating me with the same intensity as before. At this moment, all I wish for is for him to take his shirt off so I could feel his skin against my legs.

"I've been testing you this whole time, and I know you've got it," he growls.

His thrusts become faster and faster, and I grip the sheets tightly in my hand, arching my back as he hits all the right spots inside me. Kylo's words strike me to my core, but I'm also at his mercy as he takes me over and over again.

Moaning, I manage to form a reply, "So you confess that you're just been playing games with me?"

In a forceful manner, he pulls me by my hips and makes his already big cock ram the depths of my being, groaning, "Admit you like it."

I whine and whimper in his hands as he summons another wave of orgasm upon me. Still demanding to hear my answer, he growls like a wolf, "I want to hear it, Dolly."

"Ah, fuck, I'm gonna cum," I moan uncontrollably.

As soon as I say that, he stops all the pleasure he's been giving me and mutters, "You're going to cum when I let you."

"Stop torturing me!" I clip out harshly.

Kylo spreads my legs apart, letting them fall back on the bed, and hovers over me, his massive frame casting a huge shadow. "I'm only getting started," he warns.

He has driven me to the edge of despair, and as I look deep into his eyes, I slowly bat my eyelashes and let my tongue roll out a confession that I never thought I would say, "Yes, I've been secretly enjoying you haunting me, you making  me question my own sanity, your mysterious aura, your morally grey lifestyle, and the darkness you bring with yourself every time you approach me..." Breathless, I stop and swallow hard. 

To finish my sentence, I lower my voice and whisper, "I thrive in the darkness."

"I know, darling," he replies in the same hushed tone, continuing where he left off, throwing me back into the bliss of aching need for him.

I now realize that he wants someone who mirrors his own dark and twisted nature—someone as insane, psychopathic, and bloodthirsty as he is. It's become evident that he's been pushing me, testing me, trying to bring out those very traits in me. And to my dismay, I fear I've fallen into his trap.

I must admit, I am no killer. The allure of danger and dark mysteries may excite me in the realm of fiction, but I never imagined it would seep into my reality one day.

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