Black Sheep
by Tabatha Vargo
by Tabatha Vargo
Blurb:
Ever since the day I was dropped at her family’s door
HUNGRY,
DIRTY, and TORN,
I’ve
wanted her.
But
to taint her perfect skin with my black touch would be a SIN.
So
I made a pact with myself -
NEVER
TOUCH NICOLE PALMER.
However,
when she returns home from college, she’s different, and I’m not
sure I can trust myself to keep my pact. I can’t submit to her
TEMPTATION no matter how sweetly she begs because she’s the GOLDEN
CHILD and I’m the BLACK SHEEP.
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Excerpt:
I’d
crossed the holy pinnacle and entered a place full of softness,
light, and beauty, but while her hands on my skin felt like a
miracle, I also felt like my flesh was being ripped from my body.
Irrational fear struck me deep.
Nicole
would never hurt me—at least not physically. Mentally, she’d
fucked me up over the last seven years, but she didn’t know she was
doing it.
Still,
her mouth was heaven, and the devil didn’t belong in Heaven—I
didn’t belong in Paradise. I knew that, but my brain ceased all
functions the minute my lips touched hers. I was beyond all rational
thinking.
My
lips brushed against hers.
Once.
Twice.
Before
I moved in for more, losing myself in her so completely, I forgot
about her hands on me. I forgot she was touching my scars inside and
out—soothing them and breaking them open again all at the same
time. Her lips made me forget all the promises I’d made to myself
over the years—made me forget about the pact I’d made with
myself.
Never
touch Nicole Palmer.
Each
strike of her hot breath against my cheek was like an electric shock
to my body, and I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. Her frame
felt even smaller than it looked in my grasp when I wrapped my arms
around her and pulled her to me. She was soft against my hardness,
limp in my arms as she let go with me.
I’d
never felt anything like it. Usually, I pinned a girl’s arms above
her head to keep her from touching me. Typically, I took control and
remained in power, but when my tongue met hers, everything inside me
exploded.
Her
soft, cautious touch changed, and she clawed at me like a wildcat,
tugging at my shirt and pulling me to her as if she couldn’t get
close enough.
She
couldn’t.
She’d
never be close enough.
And
while her sudden movements and touches were freaking me out, I wanted
more.
I
wanted to feel her all around me—beneath me—inside me, lighting
all the dark places where I hid my feelings for her—all the dark
places where the memories and monsters lived.
Her
fingers no longer scared me … they fueled me, forcing my black
memories to the forefront and allowing her to slowly destroy each
one. She took away the pain and cleared my mind in the strangest,
most shocking way.
She
tasted like sugar, like melted candy on my tongue as I savored her.
My craving for her, the one I’d tamed over the years, grew, as I
pulled her to me and thrust my hips. Seeking relief, I rubbed against
her, her body feeling better than anything I’d ever felt … even
with our clothes between us.
I
wanted her.
Hell,
I’d always wanted her.
Over
the years, in my mind, every girl I’d climbed inside had been
Nicole.
My
Nicole.
The
only girl to ever tame me, and she was clueless about it.
She
was leaving me, and I wasn’t taking it well. I hadn’t been okay
with the situation since the day she got her acceptance letter to
Juilliard. She was a beautiful dancer, one with grace and limbs that
went for days, but knowing she was going to New York alone left a
sick feeling in my gut.
I
couldn’t be there for her. I couldn’t protect her from the sick
and demented fucks in the world. I’d go wild thinking about the
terrible things that could happen to her while she was hundreds of
miles away from me. And while I knew how badly she wanted Juilliard,
I also knew how badly I wanted her. How badly the desire to keep her
safe burned through me on a daily basis.
She
reached between us, palming me through my jeans. Stopping my thoughts
completely, her touch caused me to release an agonizing growl into
her mouth. I’d had women … too many, actually, but none of them
had ever touched me this way. Their fingers had never graced my dick,
no matter how badly I wanted it. My mind would never allow it.
It
was different with Nicole.
It
had always been different with her.
My
fingers covered hers, pressing her palm harder against me as I thrust
myself into her hand, seeking what I knew I could never have with
her. Every second I touched her, I darkened her with my shadowed sin.
Clarity
broke through my lust and slammed into me. Tension crawled down my
back, tightening my spine and making my entire body stiffen.
It
was wrong.
Everything
we were doing was wrong.
Her
mother and father had taken me in, made me a part of their perfect
family, and given me a life I would’ve never gotten without them.
If it weren’t for them, I would’ve grown up on the streets,
begging for food with only the clothes on my back, and this was how I
was repaying them.
By
touching their only daughter.
By
tainting her with my blackness.
The
broken sickness I was born with could be contagious, and the last
thing I ever wanted to do was pass it to her—contaminate her
perfection. If I ever climbed inside her, she’d never be the same.
Her light … I’d extinguish it, bringing her into my darkness.
That was the last thing I wanted since Nicole’s light had always
been a beacon for me, leading me to do the right thing when the right
thing was the last thing I wanted to do.
Bad
decisions were in my blood—passed down from a father who ruined
me—and touching Nicole was the worst decision I’d ever made. The
addiction was instant, and I knew one day I’d overdose on her. Just
like my father and his heroin except with more pleasure and more
pain.
I
pulled back, my body and heart feeling her loss the second I pushed
her away.
“Fuck!”
I cursed, as I gasped and rubbed roughly at my lips, trying to rid
myself of her taste.
I’d
never be able to walk away with her flavor on my lips. My craving
would never let it happen.
She
moved toward me, and I held my hand out to keep her away. I was too
weak for her. I’d always been too weak for her.
Her
big blue eyes stared up at me, full of trust and lust. Her white
blond hair spilled from her bun, curtaining her beautiful face and
skimming her flawless skin. She was everything, and I was nothing.
The two could never mix.
Rage
and disgust slammed into me.
How
could I touch her?
How
could I taint her perfection with my sin?
“That
shouldn’t have happened,” I breathed, trying to catch the air
she’d stolen away from me.
“Why
not?” she asked, her cheeks flushed and her lips reddened from my
rough kisses.
I
hated myself for marring her delicate flesh with my touch. She was
too good, too perfect for anyone, especially me.
“Because
I don’t want you that way!” I yelled, not thinking of who else
could hear our conversation.
It
was the biggest fucking lie I’d ever told...
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