Norien: The Bight Series Book Two

Norien

The Bight Series Book Two

A Dark Romance

by

Ferona Brown

Copyright

Norien: The Bight Series Book Two

by Ferona Brown

Copyright 2018 Ferona Brown

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Dedication

MB – This is for you, for telling me, just do it

CL- This is for you for reading what I wrote and spreading the word

If friends like you were easy to find, dreams would never die. I love you guys and thank you

Mr Brown and chica Browns- Thank you for making this possible. You loved and supported my dream without even knowing the real context of what it was. You believed in me because you had faith in me and I Love You loads for doing so.

For all who followed Shuga’s Diary: https://shugakanegal.blogspot.co.uk/

I will forever be grateful. I appreciate your readership, your personal messages on our mutual guilty pleasure- you gave me the courage to do this.

I hope everyone and anyone who comes across NORIEN enjoys reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Author Note

Norien is an Interracial Romance told in 2 parts.

It is for 18+ readers.

You will find explicit sexual content, language and situations of dubious consent which may cause triggers.

If such elements affect or offend your sensibilities, please I urge you not to purchase this book.

This book is written in British English, so certain words such as colour, flavour, e.t.c are not typos when you compare them to the American English spelling.

Words such as ‘zogu’ is Albania for bird/birdie can be likened to a term of endearment.

‘zogjtë e vegjël’ is Albania for little birdie.

‘Jesu Krisiti’ means Jesus Christ in Yoruba, a language spoken in the Western Region of Africa and the diaspora.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Four Weeks Later

CHAPTER ONE

I was back in my room.

He dismissed me from his office with, if you don’t want me fucking you in every corner of this room, now would be a good time to leave.

I disregarded my instant reaction to his words and left for my room as fast as my wobbly legs could carry me. The ringing in my ears didn’t stop, my chest felt too constricted, my head felt light. I felt like my whole world was closing in on me.

I Am Never Letting You Go. Was this my death sentence?

I sat on in a corner of the floor, making myself small- hiding away from the world. I wrapped my hands around my legs and rocked away- rocked everything away, or, I tried to rock everything away.

My lips moved rapidly without making a sound and it caught me by surprise when I realised I was praying.

I laughed at myself because despite living with a Nun, I was never religious –I went to church on Sundays out of duty- but I was never religious, so why turn to Him now? I suppose you turn to what it is, you think you know.

But I was foolish in that regard- turning to what you know. I stepped into the unknown in my pursuit of a better life… look where I ended up!

The things that Ardian did, they were not different to what Patricia had planned for me! These people were evil and disgusting!

I waited to taste the bile in my throat – a sign to show that my response to him disgusted me- but nothing happened.

Instead, random thoughts roamed my mind.

Was he even clean? I’d heard whispers about the diseases that one could get from doing it. I shuddered at the thought.

I desperately wanted to deny everything he said to me when he had me on my knees. He was so wrong about me!

I concluded that he was nothing but a sadist who preyed on weak individuals.

"You provoke to get a reaction. You fight to be forced- so that you can experience and enjoy the pleasure the comes with the pain".

I shook my head violently when I heard those words in my head again… I was not that woman!

I wasn’t weak either- that’s why I fought… I had to be fierce and sharp because I’d never had anyone do anything for me or my brother. If I hadn’t stood up for us- people would just take advantage.

Take advantage- just like Patricia had done, and now Ardian. They see that thing that you yearn for which unknowingly becomes your weakness and they use it to lure you in. People don’t do things for free- they all have expectations- they all expect some form of payment in return. This was just business to them.

I started crying at what Patricia nearly did to me and I cried even harder at what Ardian had succeeded in doing.

This was not how it was supposed to be- this was not what the future promised me.

I cursed the day I realised that there could be a better alternative to my life. I wished Sister MC never regaled me with stories of her homeland. I wished I’d never read the books that told me about a world that was different to the one I knew. I shouldn’t have allowed myself to dream, because my dream was quickly becoming a nightmare’s dream. Ardian was my nightmare and he spared me to live his dream.

I wanted to go back home, back home to The Bight.

Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω

The rest of the day went by without me being aware of my surroundings- I stayed in the same spot until Tega came to get me for dinner, and thankfully it was just the two of us.

As I pushed the food around in my plate, I desperately wanted to believe that Ardian had suddenly lost interest in me; when I felt a twinge of disappointment at not seeing him, I became confused.

I was such a contradiction! It had been a long day, perhaps my emotions were all over the place. The day needed to end- I wanted it over. I wanted it to all stop. I wanted to stop thinking about him-Patricia, their business- whatever it was that got her killed.

The image of the paper with my physical qualities written on it flashed before my eyes and then I remembered I stopped reading when it came to Tega’s credentials...

I had to keep my brother close. I had to keep him safe. I had to get us away from here.

But Tega chose to make things a bit difficult. When we went up to bed, he refused sleeping in my room. Since we got caught, he’d suddenly developed this attitude of being a big boy- and I was just too tired to argue- so, I waited for him to fall asleep before I snuck into his room at night on weary, tired bones and fell asleep next to him on the bed.

I was in a deep dreamless slumber when I was suddenly startled from my sleep by a hand covering my mouth. My heart plunged, I stiffened with fear, afraid I was being attack before I inhaled Ardian’s cologne and realised otherwise. He shh’d me and warned me with a husky whisper in my ear.

You don’t want to wake the boy.

With his hand still over my mouth, and the other wrapped around me, he lifted me out of the bed effortlessly.

I didn’t want to go with him, but he propelled me, and I was conscious of the fact that Tega was better off not seeing me being led out of the room.

I went reluctantly, trembling at the thought of what lay waiting for me beyond the door. Although I trembled from fear, I couldn’t help but notice how my lower abdomen clenched with anticipation.

As soon as we got out and he shut the door, I bit into his hand as hard as I could, forcing him to let go and I backed away from him.

Leave me alone Ardian I whispered loudly. I wrapped my arms around me, hiding my terror well. Being away from Tega made me vulnerable.

His body stiffened, the look on his handsome face soured as if I wasn’t expected to have a voice. I have come to realise in the past few hours I’ve spent with Ardian, there was never any in between with him. He expected my obedience and when he didn’t get it, he turned mean.

He was shirtless, bare feet in his signature tracksuit bottoms. The contours of muscles on his chest ran down to the V of his stomach and disappeared into the bottoms which hung low on his hips.

I felt the heat creep up between my thighs as I took in his appearance.

He grabbed my arm and dragged me towards his room and I dug my heels in, but he was too strong for me.

When he shut his door in on us, I didn’t feel so brave after all. I started shaking with fear, the look on his face was almost tranquil- but I knew it was all a lie, his body language told different. I felt fear and excitement at the same time.

I should have screamed for help, I should have woken the whole damn house.

I pulled away from him, putting some distance between us. I had to figure out a way of getting out of his room.

I went to your room looking for you, he spoke calmly, but his stance was coiled, like he was waiting to jump me.

He began to strip, and I looked on frozen. Within seconds he was as naked as the day he was born.

Well…?. He cocked an eyebrow at me expectantly. His erection bobbed at me. I looked at it properly.

Last night, I hadn’t really seen it, this morning when it had been in my face, I never noticed it was cut. I thought when I saw it that time- it was too big because of how close I’d been to it.

Now, from the distance where I stood, it didn’t make a difference- it’s girth, it’s length, even the weight without touching it -everything about it was big. The veins that lined his member were so pronounced, they looked close to bursting.

Then in slow motion, pre-cum dribbled down, hitting the wooden floor and I swallowed hard. It suddenly felt too warm in the room. Certain parts of my body felt too warm.

Why was he treating me like this? He wasn’t giving me a choice. He hadn’t asked if I wanted to do it again. I couldn’t do this tonight- I didn’t want to.

I hated begging, it made me feel weak, but I swallowed my pride.

Please Ardian…I –. I put my hand out and warded him off, I backed away from him as he advanced- his tight coiled muscles rippled as he moved. The look he wore on his face was like a mask, determined and merciless.

I was sore from what he did yesterday-from this morning. He wanted to do it again. If I let him… if he touched me…I retreated away from him, but I misjudged and hit the bed, and fell onto it. I landed on my bottom in my descent.

I scooted backwards on the bed. His scowl darkened. He gave an exaggerated sigh, he was clearly irritated.

The bed dipped where he got on. On his knees, he moved towards me, stalking me, sleek as a panther- a predator on its prey. His balls looked heavy even though they were drawn tight. His erection swayed from side to side as he moved, and my eyes followed it. I had no place to go- my back was up against the head board.

I drew my knees up. I hugged them close to my chest protectively. He continued to draw close until he drew level with me.

Let me make this clear in case you didn’t understand me earlier today. He towered over me. He had me where he wanted, and I was completely at his mercy.

Your brother is still here, because I allow it. If I find you using him in denying me access to you, then, that will be a problem for me and I will eliminate the problem. It is what I do. You are still here because I allow it. So, if I want you bent over the bed so that I can fuck you in any which way I choose, you will open wide and let me. I can do whatever I want to that beautiful body of yours, and you- Will Let Me.

I shivered at his words, taking in the emphasis he laid on some of them. His eyes glazed over.

He got off on my fear of him.

I-You can just let us go h-home. My voice wobbled in a whisper. He ignored me.

After what I experienced at his hands, the things he told me, I no longer had the desire to remain in England. I was better off at home, in The Bight which I shouldn’t have left in the first place.

He palmed my breast through the T shirt I wore, and we could both see the outline of my nipple as it began to harden. I trembled all over and inhaled. I lowered my eyes.

I couldn’t understand my reaction to this man. He was a threat and