With the Colonel’s Help: A Pride and Prejudice Variation

It felt odd after you’d spent so much time in your life fighting against something you thought you couldn’t have, doing your best to deny yourself the very thing that felt like it sustained you, then turning around and letting it slam directly into you.

The way it rocked through you. An earthquake that knocked you from your axis. Crumbled your foundation.

But the epicenter remained the same.

The one single focus that guided everything.

I watched her through the increasing darkness of the room as I moved to the end of the bed and snatched my underwear from the floor. I pulled them on, before I turned and started for the dresser against the wall.

I did my best to ignore the picture that screamed at me from the top, the voice that demanded vengeance.

Haddie. Haddie.

I felt torn between two destinies.

Unsure which of them would be the end of me.

I pulled open the top drawer and grabbed one of my tees, then I turned and moved back for Raven who anxiously awaited me.

An enchantress in the middle of my bed.

Just a glance, and a spell was cast.

She sat up as I approached, as if she was compelled, drawn to me the same way as I was drawn to her.

All that black hair rained around her, brushing her delicate shoulders and rolling down to caress her breasts. The pebbled tips of her pert nipples peeked out between the lush locks.

My mouth fuckin’ watered.

My attention wandered, gliding down over the scars that marred her abdomen. The cruel intentions meant to be evidence of a sadist’s schemes. To whittle her down to surrender.

My gaze skated to the deeper scar on her lower left side, the one that was covered by the words that rolled up her ribs.

I will make it to the sunrise.

Fury glinted at the edges of my mind. In the darkest recesses where the demons howled and played, my own scars carved inside of me ragged and weeping and still begging for retribution.

But Raven’s scars?

They only shouted of her resilience.

Of her bravery.

Of the goodness that radiated from her spirit.

“Arms up,” I told her, and there was the tiniest grin playing at the edge of that sexpot mouth when she obeyed. I slid the shirt over her head. It was enormous on her, swallowing her tight, enticing frame, coming all the way down to her knees.

I scooped her up without warning. She squealed in surprise, and she threw those arms around my neck at the same time as she wrapped those long legs around my waist.

“What are you doing, Otto Hudson?”

“Told you I needed to feed you.”

She edged back, arching a brow, her face so goddamn striking in the wisping light. “I think you forgot something important.”

“What’s that?” I asked as I started to carry her from the bedroom.

Her brow arched higher. “My panties.”

“You aren’t gonna need those.”

Swore, it was glee that sprinted through her being, lighting as sparks in those dark, dark eyes. Excitement and greed and her own wicked, wicked things.

Fuck me. She really was meant for me.

“Is that so?” she challenged, playing along.

“That’s right,” I told her as I ambled down into the main part of the house. I strode right into the kitchen and perched her on the edge of the island.

“Want that sweetness ripe and ready for me.”

A shiver rocked her, and she gripped the counter, wiggling in the spot. She looked like a temptress there, a siren sitting beneath the hazy rays of light that danced in through the windows that overlooked the lake beyond.

View might have been magnificent, but it didn’t hold a candle to her.

I strode to the refrigerator, whipping open the door and riffling around inside to find something to sustain us. There wasn’t much that wasn’t going to require effort, but there was half a cake that Raven had picked up at the restaurant across from Moonflower a few days ago.

My favorite fuckin’ cake from my favorite fuckin’ girl.

It was exactly what we needed.

Chocolate and carbs.

I pulled out the platter and set it beside her on the island.

“We’re having chocolate cake for dinner? And here I always thought you were a steak kind of guy.”

I wedged myself between her legs that dangled from the counter, and I tipped my face up to hers. “Turns out, I’m a Raven Tayte kind of guy.”

Her fingers sifted through the longer pieces of my hair. “I think you were always a Raven Tayte kind of guy.”

I took her hand and kissed her palm, sucking down her intoxicating moonflower scent. It was like pressing my nose into a spray of honeysuckle. Imbibing all the sweetness that she was. “Yeah, think you’re right.”

Raven eyes stared down at me. “Did you then? Did you want me?”

Wasn’t prepared for her to give voice to the past.

I pressed my face a little deeper into her palm. “Think I knew it the moment I got released from prison. When I walked in and you were standing in the middle of the room. The way you looked at me right then…”

I trailed off, unable to fully give it voice, knowing the way it’d all gone to shit. The way it’d spiraled. The tragedy that’d come.

Still, I took her palm that’d been against my lips and splayed it over the boom that clanged in the middle of my chest. “It’s always been yours.”

Didn’t matter how long I’d ignored it. Didn’t matter the way I’d gone after every distraction, every pleasure, like the quick encounters and easy lust that came from that kind of life would ever sustain. Like it could ever fulfill what had been lacking.

Shaking myself out of the heaviness, I pulled the foil from the cake. Didn’t bother with utensils. I dug into the spongy concoction with my fingers, ripping free a big chunk, all too eager to feed my girl.

“Open,” I told her.

Delight raced across that stunning face, and she indulged me, opening that sweet mouth before she closed it around the giant piece, moaning as she did.

A decadent sound that went straight to my dick.

I pulled back and watched as she chewed, then I reached out and wiped away a glob of chocolate that had gotten stuck to her lip with the pad of my thumb.

I moved real slow when I drew my thumb into my mouth, sucking it, watching Raven’s stare flare with her own lust.

“No fair, Otto Hudson.”

“What’s not fair?”

She rolled those pretty eyes. “Don’t act like you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

“And what am I doin’ to you, darlin’?” I played it innocent, a tease, loving the lightness that flitted between us.

“You know exactly what…making me all squirmy and needy.” She whispered the last like it was a secret.

“Looks like you caught me. That was the whole plan.” I leaned in close, and that time, I licked the bit of chocolate remaining from her lip, voice lowering to a rasp. “Only thing I want is you squirming and needy.”

Raven was the one who reached over and dug into the cake that time, basically coating her fingers in it rather than picking up a piece. She pressed all four fingers into my mouth, and I sucked around them, licking them clean, making her shake.

I kept feeding her little pieces, watching her the whole time, loving that she was mine. I dragged messy fingers down her neck, licked that up, too, didn’t mind one bit that I was smearing chocolate all over my white tee that she wore, my hands making imprints all over her.

She whimpered, and it was clear she was no longer interested in eating as she pressed her chest toward my face. Over the shirt, I pulled one of those diamond tipped nipples into my mouth, giving the bud a tiny nip of my teeth.

Raven yelped then giggled as she curled her arms around my head, and I was pulling her from the counter and into my arms and swinging her around.

Letting this joy overflow us. A rising tide powerful enough to sweep us away. Our feet unsteady with the amount of happiness that rushed.

I reached over and grabbed her phone from her purse where she’d left it on the counter earlier, and with her still in my arms, I thumbed into her music app. Put it on a slow song so I could dance with her the way I’d always wanted to.

Completely wrapped up and wholly given.

Strains of the soft melody filled the room, and I carefully set Raven on her feet and tucked her against me, and she breathed out a tremulous sigh and gazed up at me.

Understanding in those eyes. The truth that it really had always been her.

“You don’t have to be afraid of loving me,” she murmured.

Wistfulness filled the shake of my head. “Since there is a very real chance that your brother is going to kill me when he finds out, there’s probably going to be a little pain.”

I tried to keep it light.

A tease.

But the severity of it rang around us.

She was forbidden, and I’d taken the one thing I was never supposed to have.

“He won’t.”

We swayed, and my thumb traced the freckle on the edge of her lip. “He might, but I promise you, any second I get to spend with you is worth it.”

“He doesn’t need to know. What is between us is between us.”

Both of us knew that was impossible. There was no way we could keep this under wraps for long. No way to conceal the fire that burned between us.

Air puffed out of my nose. “I’ll figure out a way to tell him. Just gonna need some time, and I need to be the one to do it.”

Time to figure out what the hell I was doing. Time to decide if I was going to continue on this suicide mission. Chasing down death as I chased down vengeance.

I was beginning to wonder if that was worth it. If it was going to change anything inside me once it was done.

Most of all, I needed the time to figure out who was after Raven.

Then I’d face what I’d done, and I’d take any penalty that was coming my way.

She was worth it.

She was worth it.

“I will never be ashamed or regret loving you.” She said it simply. Like nothing could touch us.

Nah, I had no regrets, but there was plenty of shame.

“No, Moonflower, there never could be any regretting you,” I murmured, swaying her soft.

Nose pressed into her hair and my arms curled tight around her body.

It didn’t take long for the air to change.

To come alive.

A charge that sparked in the room.

The connection that pulled taut between us a live wire.

Greed twisted my guts, the need to get lost in her greater than any need I’d ever felt.

She sensed it, too, and a sensual exhalation escaped her lips.

I leaned down and fitted my mouth against hers, drinking that provocative sound down, sucking it into the well of my lungs.

Filling myself with the taste of her.

Chocolate and temptation. Goodness and light.

My hands began roaming, gliding along her gorgeous curves, taking handfuls as I went. The second my fingers hit the hem of my shirt she wore, I peeled it over her head and tossed it to the floor.

The break in our connection gave me a second to take her in.

Standing naked in the middle of my kitchen.

A goddess who reigned.

Raven tipped that chin my direction, going coy as she took a step backward, swaying those hips to the enthralling beat of the song. Her tits bounced a bit as she did, woman nothing but delectable curves and sleek lines.

The shape of her my perfection.

In an instant, she had my cock stone.

“You really are a little temptress, aren’t you?” I said, barely able to get the words out around the knot of lust that thickened my throat. “A tease. Driving me wild.”

“You deserve it. Every time I ever looked at you it felt like a tease.”

“You can rest assured the feeling was mutual.”

I took a step toward her, peeling myself out of my underwear as I went. I pushed them down my legs and shucked them off my feet.

A throaty moan rolled out of her. A thrashing as every molecule in the atmosphere intensified. A dense, sumptuous heat billowing through the space.

And that moan was turning to a gasp when I slowly knelt on my knees in front of her, peering up at her as I took her by the outside of the thighs and spread her legs enough to make myself room.

She jolted forward and her hands dove into my hair when I dipped in and licked through her seam.

“Otto.”

Pulling back, I rumbled, “Love this sweet cunt.”

My fingers took the place of my tongue, and I shoved them deep into her pussy. She arched and rasped and clawed at me. Already two seconds from coming apart.

I pulled my fingers free and played with her clit, before I pushed up to standing. Towering over her, covering her in my shadow. “Turn around, Moonflower.”

Her rotation was slow, the woman peeking at me from over her shoulder as she went.

I hissed.

I hadn’t gotten a real good look at her ass until then.

Pert and firm and full.

I reached out and let my fingers travel the delicate slope of her spine, riding down to the small of her back before I edged forward and took her by both cheeks, spreading her and pressing my dick to the crease.

Chills raced her flesh, and she shivered as she whimpered, “Yes.”

My mind spiraled back to what I’d read in her book just last night. Seemed impossible that only that short time had passed. The way my mind had been blown at what she was into. The things she’d confessed.

“You like it dirty, don’t you?” The question was pure greed.

Raven trembled. “Yes.”

I took her by the arms and turned her to the side, and I bent her over the island counter.

That gorgeous ass jutted out. I let my palms smooth down her sides until they were cinching around her waist, and I was groaning as I leaned down and peppered kisses along the small of her back.

She was scarred there, too, and I nearly succumbed to the rage. To the fury that pumped through me in a riot of hate at thinking of what she’d been through.

I tucked it down, though, kept it as a promise that I would never again allow anyone to get to her. Never allow anyone to touch her when she didn’t want to be touched.

My lips traveled south, and I was kneeling again, taking her ass in both palms and spreading her. I circled my tongue around her puckered hole.

Surprise rocked out of her, sending her forward before she pushed back with a strangled plea flying from her lips.

“You like that?” It left me on a growl, and she frantically nodded her head, hair swishing around her where she was bent over the counter.

I dipped in, lapping at her ass as I fucked my fingers into her pussy. Her walls clutched around them.

Throbbing.

The girl an instant toil of need.

I pulled them out and rubbed my hand between her thighs from behind, hitting her clit each time as I slowly rose to standing.

Rising high behind her where she writhed and whimpered with her chest pressed against the countertop.

“Gonna fuck you so good, Raven. So hard and deep you will always remember me.”

No matter what happened.

“As if I could ever forget you. As if I’d ever want to.”

I lined the head of my cock up at her swollen lips. “Hold on. This one is gonna be rough.”

I surged forward, taking her in one hard thrust.

She cried out, and I grunted, my hands going to her hips as I seated myself deep.

I nearly passed out at the impact of her gripping me in a fist.

So goddamn good I couldn’t see.

“That’s right, Moonflower. You’re never going to forget me.”

I pulled out to the tip, my dick coated in her arousal, then drove back in.

She rocked forward on a jolt.

My fingers sank into her hips. “Nothing in the world is as good as this. Your cunt hugging my cock. Squeezin’ me in a fist.”

“So good,” she whimpered. “Better than I ever imagined.”

I started fucking her, as hard and as desperate as the mewls that were slipping out of her mouth. Her nails clawed at the granite countertop as I took her again and again. She pushed back, meeting me stroke for stroke.

Bliss sparked and flickered, glowing like a fire in my balls and at the base of my spine.

“Heaven. Your pussy is heaven. Every fucking thing I could never deserve. An angel I’m going to dirty.”

I edged back enough that I could swirl my thumb around her asshole. I barely pressed it inside on the next plunge of my cock into her slick, hot body.

She tremored and shook.

“Do you like that, Little Moonflower? Does it make you want to glow?” I muttered through the fever that had taken me hostage.

Raven went wild, gasping and begging. “Yes.”

“Wait until it’s my cock filling this tight hole.”

A discordant sound climbed out of her, heat sprawling far and wide, radiating from her being and into mine.

I pushed my thumb deeper on the next thrust, picking up a heedless rhythm as I filled her again and again.

“Otto, oh my God, please…” Her words were garbled, incoherent, her flesh slicked with a sheen so bright I swore that she glistened.

A glittering diamond.

A moonflower blooming in the night.

I wound my other hand around her front so I could get to that bud, and I rubbed at that sweet little nub.

In one single second, she was wound into a thrashing, urgent bow.

Energy thickened. The air so dense I could barely drag oxygen into my aching lungs, our grunts and pleas thick vapors that curled around us like smoke.

A hazy perfection that made me lose sight.

The only thing I could see was her. This fucking stunning girl.

She exploded around me, an orgasm ripping through her so fiercely that she screamed.

Shattering.

Erupting.

Fracturing.

She throbbed and spasmed around me, and that bliss gathered strength, prowling up and down my spine like a predator hunting its prey.

I hauled her up, turning her in my arms at the same second as I was spinning around and pressing her to the door of the refrigerator.

Surprise left her on a gush, then she moaned when I shoved my dick back into the warm, wet well of her perfect body. She arched, nails scratching at my back as I took her whole.

“Need to see your face when I come in this sweet pussy. Need to see that you’re mine.”

I rocked into her in hard, possessive thrusts, taking her and taking her, driving myself to that plane that I’d never dared to believe could exist.

A plane that was meant only for Raven and me. A place only our own.

Paradise.

Raven started moaning again, pleasure rebounding.

“Come for me again, Little Moonflower.”

I snapped my hips in erratic, powerful juts, plunging into her and driving her up the side of the refrigerator before she would drop down and I slammed back into her again.

Her fingers yanked at my hair as she arched forward.

“Do you feel it? What you do to me?” I demanded. “Show me what I do to you.”

She split at that, shooting high as she cried my name.

She took me with her. An explosion of ecstasy breaking free of its chains and lighting through the middle of me.

A supernova so bright that I was blinded.

Nothing else to be found but this woman who was coming apart in my hands.

The pleasure that ripped and tore and screamed.

I pulsed as I poured into her, my cum so deep in her cunt she was never going to be rid of me.

While she whimpered and wiggled and writhed as a thousand spasms rolled through her body.

Took the longest time for either of us to come down, and I just held her there, pinned to the metal as she panted.

Once she caught her breath, she grinned. There was no containing the euphoria that split on her face. “So that’s what it’s like to be fucked.”

My chuckle was gruff, and I let my hands wander her thighs that still shook where they were wrapped around my waist. “Is that what you wanted? To be fucked?”

Her fingers were gentle when they reached out and danced along the edge of my jaw. “I told you I wanted every experience with you.”

My cock jumped where I was still seated inside her. “Going to show you every pleasure you ever imagined.”

She wiggled, bouncing on my half flaccid dick. “I can’t wait.”

I growled at her, the sound mixed with a low laugh as I pulled her from the fridge, never releasing her as I started to carry her back toward my room. “You are askin’ for trouble, aren’t you?”noveldrama

Her arms curled tighter around my neck, and her lips moved to my ear. “I want all the trouble with you, Otto Hudson. In every way you’ll give it to me.”

“In every way, huh?”

“That’s right, and I don’t ever want you to stop.”

We didn’t make it to the stairs before I had her on the floor and was fucking into her tight heat all over again, just as I was murmuring, “You have everything, Raven. You own every part of me.”