Darkness Comes by Scarlett Sanderson Read Free Book Online Page B

be whipped, to have him mark her, brand her as his.
    At times she hated and despised him. Yet she was fascinated by him, drawn to him. Burned for him.
    Tonight was just one of many dreams they had shared. They talked of childhood. Of watching her mother as she fucked for money. They’d spoken of her brief time as a sex slave. He regaled her with tales of growing up on the streets, of fighting for survival, of learning everything he could so he could enact his revenge.
    Tonight felt different, more vivid.
    She unwrapped herself from the sheets and padded into the bathroom. “Lights up.” She cursed as the light drove shards of pain into her mind. “Lights dim.”
    Her heart hammered violently as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair hung limp, soaked through with sweat. Her sallow complexion was marred by dark circles due to long days underground in prisons full of criminals.
    The only time she felt alive was with him. In their dreams, she glowed with vitality. His presence ignited her nerve endings.
    He’d unleashed a part of herself she had denied. The feral, primitive part. The dark side of her soul that she’d locked away. The side that needed, craved.
    Dylan had unleashed it and now she spent every waking moment trying to fight it.
    It was anger, passion, want. The need to fuck. To take. The loss of inhibition. The slipping of the façade she wore all the time.
    The need inside her grew with every passing day. Desire more ardent. It was all she could do to stop herself from jumping on some passing guy and fucking him senseless.
    Raising her head, she looked at herself in the mirror. “Damn you, Dylan.”
    She saw him in her mind, sitting in his cell, the edges of his lips curled up into a smile.
    Rage coursed through her, a scream of anger built in her throat as she raised her fist and smashed it against the mirror. Glass shattered. Shards embedded into her skin. Rivulets of blood ran from her closed fist.
    She hissed in pain.
    She felt Dylan shift in his cell. Did her pain cause him pain?
    Switching on the cold tap, she ran the cut under the soothing water, hoping to ease some of the burning sensation. She tended to her wound before pulling down the toilet lid and sinking onto it.
    How had her life come to this? Linked to a criminal who was haunted by his past. She’d had a glittering career in front of her. She’d locked her own past in a box along with her feral side.
    She was one of the best psychologists in the galaxy. Now her career was almost in tatters. The Company had interrogated the fuck out of her for the past three weeks.
    What had happened when she was unconscious? What about Dylan? Did he tell her where the money was?
    She dared not tell them of their link. They would lock her up in a cell and experiment on her. They feared Dylan more than the worse murderers or mercenaries. He had hit them where it hurt the most—their money.
    She dared not even tell Ramierez. Sweet, lovable Dr. Ramierez, who had both saved her life and ended it in equal measure.
    She could never go back to what she was before. She could never push aside the primitive side that had been unleashed. One day she would have to sate the desires inside her.

Chapter Five
     
    Dylan rubbed his chin. Mia’s chained and blindfolded form struggled against her bonds. Seeing her chained to the floor made his cock burn.
    “What the fuck are you doing, Dylan?” She twisted and turned, strained against her shackles. Her teeth gritted in a grimace. Sweat beaded on her forehead.
    His Mia, his beautiful fucked-up psychologist, shackled before him. His cock hammered, jerked in his pants. He wanted to take her, fuck her, claim her, brand her. Their shared consciousness allowed him to play out his fantasies.
    To tease. Tempt.
    Something had changed between them.
    This time he needed to earn her trust, break down the barriers of her past. Buried deep inside lay a scared, vulnerable teenager. A girl who still blamed herself for the