No Regard by Carolyn Barber (e ink epub reader .TXT) 📕

The great thing about Red was his ability to humiliate himself just so someone could have a good laugh. He loved to joke about his own infirmities. It was his way of making his physical defects work for him, rather than against him. Ty enjoyed his company, the way he thought and talked was intelligent yet entertaining. You couldn't look at the guy and be mad at him, he looked like a character out of a comic strip, everyone loved Red. Unfortunatley, he hadn't caught the ladies eye's yet, though he worked on it, things weren't going well for him. He wanted a mate, he was lonely, possibly his main reason for trying to help Ty was his understanding of loneliness and how unbearable that feeling was. To have someone to love and be loved by them and then have them taken right before your eyes, was unimaginable to Red. Ty needed his mate back and Red would help him anyway he could to make that happen. 

The Nitro had dilated her pupils leaving the iris a mesmerizing thin blue ring. Adam looked deep into the black abyss of her eyes wanting to lose himself in there forever. He gently ran his fingers through her hair, she smiled sweetly as he did. He had never known anything so beautiful, her soft skin was flawless, her face perfect, her lips luscious, her body strong, lean and perfectly proportioned. He wanted her. Wanted her to belong to him and him to belong to her, he was lost in her and lost without her. His obsession was dangerously twisted as his mind struggled with his love for her and his desire for her. He knew she did not love him, the influence of the Nitro drug was twisting her reality and he knew this. Still he could so easily have her at this moment.

He pulled her into his chest, gently rubbing his hand down her smooth dark hair. She nuzzled into him, savoring the love he was radiating. She unbuttoned his shirt to expose his well built chest, she began gently kissing, licking and nibbling him. It was more than he could bear. He lifted her head to kiss her, he gently traced the outline of her lips with his tongue, and lightly pressed his lips to hers and kissed her. So soft, so loving, but he needed more, he kissed again, harder, exploring her mouth with his tongue, he felt his want for her growing to uncontrollable levels. Her fingers entwined in his hair, pulling steadily and deliberately, she too was wanting more of him. He effortlessly picked her up off the loveseat while they were still locked in a passionate kiss. He lowered her onto the bed.

She looked up at him with a desperate need in her eyes that matched his own desperation. He removed her boots, and tights. He gently lifted her torso to unzip her dress and pulled it over her head ever so slowly. He unhooked her bra and slid the straps down her shoulders, exposing her breasts as he removed it. She lay before him completely naked, except for her black lace g-string panties. The warm glow coming from the fireplace softly illuminated her body. The vision of her beauty drove him wild. He could no longer consciously protect her from himself. Regardless of the fact that she didn't love him, he would pretend that it was him she was making love to, that it was him who she would freely give herself to, that it was he who she loved and he would have her in this way with no regard.

He grabbed her panties and without anymore hesitation, he slid them down her legs. She was breathing hard and fast, slowly shifting her legs over each other, twisting herself seductively, as if she was in some kind of hypnotic trance. She reached out for him as he stood over her, watching her want him so desperately. Removing his shirt he climbed on the bed beside her and began massaging her body, every inch of it. The sensation of his hands on her skin was erotic, she moaned with pleasure and arched her back, begging him to give her want she needed from him. Just as he couldn't hold out another second, she moaned "Ty".  

He stopped, he couldn't do this to her. He loved her to damn much.  How he wished it was his name she called out, but it wasn't. He got up off the bed, picked up his shirt and put it back on, without looking back he walked to the door to leave, he turned the door knob and began to pull the door open. Suddenly he felt his body being slammed against it, forcing the door shut. Her body pressed hard into his. She grabbed his wrist and pushed his arms over his head against the door. She licked high on his shoulder blade and bit into his thick muscle. He shrilled in esctacy. "No Silvia, you don't know what you're doing!" He yelled trying to reason with her. She flipped him around, and began kissing, licking and nibbling his chest, working her way down his stomach to her ultimate destination. He grabbed her by the hair on both sides of her head. Pulling her head back away from him, "Silvia, honey, look at me, I'm not Ty, I'm Adam, look at me!" She hissed at him, then grabbed the waist of his pants and pulled, ripping them apart like they were paper. "Ah shit! " he shouted out loud. She wasn't going to stop and he couldn't let her continue.  

He grabbed her up, holding her tightly as he bit into her neck, waves of passion shot through her. While he continued to hold his fangs into her, he vaporized them to a room in the basement. The room had cement floors and walls, it was bland, ugly, and cold with a arsenal of chains, weapons and torture devices. He held her against the wall as she wrapped her legs around him, completely caught up in the pleasure he was bestowing upon her, completely unaware of her surroundings he was able to chain her to the wall. He retracted his fangs from her, while he stroked her hair, he unhooked her legs from his waist, as she lowered them to the ground, she tried to reach out to him as he slowly backed away just out of her reach, her movement stopped by the chains. She didn't understand, she began to struggle against them.

Angry, filled with lust and desire, bound by chains and naked, she looked beautiful. "Silvie, I'm so sorry my love. I want you so desperately, but not like this. I want it to be special between us, I want it to be real. I want you to want me, to need me and to love me forever. Please don't hate me" he said gently to her, feeling the tears swell.

She looked into his warm brown eyes and began to sob. "Why are you doing this to me Adam?" she cried out confused as she slid in and out of reality. He wiped a tear from her cheek with his finger and touched it to his tongue, tasting her sadness, "Oh baby, I'm sorry, maybe you'll understand someday" he said sadly. And then he was gone. 

I woke up sitting on the cement floor, leaning against the wall, with my wrist shackled to chains. I don't know what happened and how I ended up here. I didn't know what Adam had done to me. I was cold, naked and alone. The last thing I remembered was talking to Adam about Nitro. I drank the second vial... Wait, I remember the room spinning, Adam caught me, I think. I knew I shouldn't have trusted him, I shouldn't have taken that second vial, that was stupid! Why did he chain me? Did he rape me? God I hate him. He must have known that second vial would do something to me. He must have planned it, why else would give me two vials of Nitro? I needed some answers, I was starting to drive myself crazy trying to piece something together with nothing to really go by. "Adam!" I yelled as loud as I could. "Adam! Where the hell are you?" He appeared suddenly right before me. 

"Are you feeling better now?" he asked as if I had just gotten over a cold. "What the hell do you mean? I'm freezing, I'm naked and I'm chained to a wall, what's your idea of "feeling better", 'cause if this is my "better" than what the hell was my "worse"?" Adam chuckled, "I don't think you want to know what your worse was!" I frowned at him, not amused, "Yes Adam, I do want to know, I want to know exactly what happened." He reached for a key hanging close by and unlocked the shackles on my wrist. "Let's get you cleaned up, warm and comfortable first, then I'll tell you everything you want to know love" he said sweetly. He took my hand and we were back in my room.

Instantly I started feeling warmer, he sat me down on the loveseat in front of the fire and wrapped a blanket around me. "I'll run a nice warm bubble bath for you, sound good?" he offered. I kept my eyes on the fire and nodded my head in agreement. When he came out of the bathroom I watched as he pulled out some white panties and a matching bra and laid it on the bed, then he went into the closet and came back out with a long, simple white dress with spaghetti straps. The long skirt flared at the bottom which was edged with a white scalloped crocheted hem. He held the