My Dark Hero: Part Eleven [Romantic/erotica/fantasy]

**Chapter Eleven**

**Kincaid**

I couldn’t think of one person I could talk to without pre-screening my sentences. Every conversation had to be meticulously executed, from the words I said to how I said them. Nobody, at any point, was allowed to doubt that I was a cold-blooded maniac.

Unlike my fellow upper class criminals, I didn’t have an army following me around for protection. I did the grunt work myself, and Frank lightened the load. That’s it. I had many contacts and regular employees, but I always took care of business myself. The fact that I managed to survive so long created a stigma inside my unlawful circles, and it seemed like most of my enemies just eventually stopped trying to kill me.

But with Amy there was no pre-screening. My words were thoughtless and my spirit free. I was by no means tired of staying the phantom people made me out to be, but I ached for Amy’s respect, and love. And I wouldn’t get either with my asshole approach.

In the last few hours I went from being nothing to something, simply because she found some comfort in my arms. For the first time I did something that actually held meaning and purpose. But maybe it was too much, too fast.

When Amy woke up she was back to her bitchy self. And how could I really blame her for running hot and cold on me? As the source that caused her to suddenly fear for her life, I was surprised she didn’t have plans to kill me.

“If you want to eat tonight then go and chop some wood. Then we can talk about how we’re going to get back to reality.” She said before she marched out of the room.

The reality was she had a point. Why I was even trying to romanticize a girl I had to leave behind was beyond me. I didn’t really owe her anything, because she walked into my office. Her brother owed me money. Why was I making things complicated for myself when I could just keep it cold and simple? It was a failsafe way of getting on the other side in one piece, so why fuck with a perfect system? Because of a girl who’s probably playing me for a fool?

As I descended the steps of the cabin I gathered all my mental strength, and listed the things I hated about Amy. If we were going to get out alive we had to work together, and that meant I needed to be the prick again. Only, I couldn’t think of anything I hated about her.

But what was I thinking anyway? Did I really expect her to fall in love with me overnight? After everything that happened it would be so cynical to think that she could accept the life I led, much less become part of it.

The wood didn’t stand a chance against my frustrations. Despite the cold weather it felt like I was on fire. Anger was filling all the empty spaces and I needed to lash out at something. Why did I have to be a fucking Kincaid? Why didn’t I just tell Amy to keep the money and her gun, and sent her home safe and sound?

Before I knew it I had chopped all the logs, twice. And like a robot I gathered them up and stacked them in the fireplace, ready for Amy to finish dinner.

“If there’s nothing else, I’m going to wash up.” I said with as little emotion as possible.

Amy was in the kitchen, and while she didn’t acknowledge hearing me, I knew she did.

The cold water was heavenly on my skin, although it didn’t stop me from burning up in a strange way. It was the most thrilling sensation I couldn’t explain, and it wasn’t subsiding. On the contrary, it just kept getting more intense.

After throwing on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt Ben left me, I noticed the sensation zoning in on my crotch area. My dick was getting hard, and I didn’t know why.

“Are you going to be in there forever? The food is getting cold.” Amy yelled from somewhere in the cabin.

If only my dick would’ve cooled off.

Hiding it as best I could behind a towel, I stepped out of the bathroom. As I turned towards the living room area, where I could already hear the wood crackling inside the red and yellow flames, I suddenly forgot about why I had the towel in front of my crotch.

Amy was kneeling on a blanket in front of the fire, naked, with her slender and smooth back turned to me. Her beautiful hair draped across her shoulders, almost reaching her hips, and she was seductively enjoying a glass of red wine.

Without turning around she said, “I was thinking about more privacy this time. But you’re not allowed on the blanket unless you lose all your clothes.”

The heat inside my groin area suddenly made sense, although I didn’t have any words to describe it. At best, I could say there was a special connection between the goddess sitting in front of those raging flames, and this bastard of a man.

“What about planning our escape back into reality?” I asked, still frozen in place.

“Just shut up and take your clothes off.” She turned her head this time, which held a naughty smile.

It felt great releasing my cock in front of Amy. The way her eyes changed into pools of sexual hunger as she stared at me, her intentions obvious on all fronts, took my hormones for the wildest ride.

I had to keep myself from sprinting across the room, and when I reached her, I dropped to my knees behind her perfectly curved spine.

“Seeing as I’m temporarily disabled, you’ll have to do most of the work. And I have a tiny list of demands that need to get checked off…tonight.”

While she spoke I moved her hair to the side and softly started kissing her neck. I could feel her responding against my lips, motivating me to steal tiny licks of her sweet skin with my tongue in between the pecks. She tilted her head and gave me room to taste the rest of her, feeding me a dangerous energy.

“You’re not…ah…you’re not listening. Mr. Kincaid, I’m the one giving the orders tonight.” She teased and laughed at the same time.

“Okay then.” I said, still kissing her. “Where would you like me to start, Ms. Amy Dawson?” I continued savoring what she offered, and she kept on struggling to get a word in between the noises.

“Well…you can be a gentleman…and put your hand between my legs.”

My cock was already stabbing against Amy’s lower back before the kissing began, but her last words made it impossible to keep it in the same place without it being painful. It was begging me to explore Amy again, but more deliberately and with more eagerness.

As she requested, I slid my hand in between her warm thighs. And although it wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling, it was like touching her for the first time. She was giving herself to me, without any reservation or restrictions.

Amy closed her legs as the pleasure intensified. Her swollen clit was a holy piece of flesh underneath my fingertip, and I couldn’t wait to sink the same finger into her tight entrance. The sheer thought of touching her tender walls, wet with excitement and hot with desire, had me biting into her shoulder.

At the same time I reached around and slid my hand over her stomach. From there I cupped her breasts and lightly pinched her tiny nipples. Her body told me she was excited, and her hips swaying from side to side only confirmed the message.

“You’re not playing by the rules, Mr. Kincaid.” Amy whispered with delight.

“What if I don’t like rules?” I whispered back.

“Then we have a real problem, don’t we?”

I couldn’t take it anymore, and I didn’t wait for permission to sink my finger inside her. Amy gasped as it penetrated her pussy, making her swaying hips switch to a rocking motion. She heaved against the palm of my hand while clenching her walls tighter.

Up and down she flexed her knees, fucking my finger like it was my dick. Her ass cheeks scathed against my shaft, which pulsated beyond its usual limits, and her enchanting moans got louder. She panted into my neck while I tempted the most sensitive parts of her enclosure, and I didn’t want it to end.

“Do you love me, Kincaid?” Amy asked through her heavy breathing.

“Like I’ve never loved anyone.” A wave of relief washed over my body as I send out the words I’ve been dying to say since I met her.

“Then show me.” She said with a hint of desperation in her voice.

Knowing it would be my last moment as Nick Kincaid, the cold-blooded maniac, I leaned in and kissed her, strengthening the invisible connection we had. It also broke past any doubts I may have hidden about putting my life in her hands. I simply couldn’t ignore the energy flowing between our lips, or the rest of our bodies for that matter. And it was changing who I thought I had to be.

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