Cruel Legacy (Cruel 3)

I handled him with ease as he managed to get even longer. He gripped my hair in his hand, urging me deep onto his cock. Demanding me to take him fully. To relax my jaw and deep-throat him. I swallowed once and then slowly took him all in.

He tightened his grip on my hair, holding me down for a split second. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it, his hips thrust slightly, and he shot hot cum down my throat. I swallowed reflexively, pulling back to suck him clean.

He lay, pressed against my childhood bed, nearly naked, looking sated. He held his arms out. “Come here.”

I stepped into his embrace and sighed in bliss. He stroked his fingers through the hair he’d just been pulling vigorously.

“Should that have been as invigorating as it was?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Mmm,” I murmured.

“You know you have stars on your ceiling,” he said after a minute.

I nodded, staring up at the glowing constellations that I’d put up myself when we first moved in. I’d always been obsessed with them since my mother told me the stories of the stars when I was a child.

I pointed to the right of us. “Corona Borealis.”

“Our crown,” he said, kissing my hair.

“Always my favorite story,” I told him.

His fingers continued their slow stroking as we stared up at our own night sky. “Ours is my favorite story.”

Chapter 21

Natalie

Michael was a prick. And he was draining the joy out of being home.

I could tell that Penn was on a short tether. He had a temper on a good day. And he’d already walked into this situation, hating Michael. So, him acting like a piece of shit didn’t help. And Penn’s tolerance for entitled, poor little rich boys was pretty high, all things considered.

“I was telling Melanie that my business professor wanted me to work with him for this internship this summer. He knows my father, of course. The Baldwins are a household name here in Charleston. Surely, you’ve heard of my father, Thomas Baldwin,” Michael said to the dull-eyed crowd in the living room.

“No,” Penn said, his pointer finger resting on his temple while his elbow sank into the arm of his chair. “Can’t say that I have.”

“Well, no matter,” Michael went on. “I think I’m going to take this internship and do a little unpaid work to get my foot in the door.”

“Like you need it,” I grumbled under my breath.

“Natalie,” Melanie admonished.

Who knew that, after a few short months on the Upper East Side, I wouldn’t be able to deal with a little…well, a lot of narcissism?

“I think we need to get out for a minute,” I said, jumping to my feet.

Penn stood, too. “Excellent idea.”

Michael glanced between us with disdain. “Don’t want to hear about my internship?”

“Oh, we wish we could, but I remember my mom saying she needed help,” I said, fighting back an eye roll.

Penn tipped his head at Michael and then veered us out of the living room.

“What a prick,” he hissed into my ear as soon as we were out of earshot. “If I had to listen to another word out of his mouth, I was going to give him a real lesson on business, and it wouldn’t have been pretty.”

I laughed. “Right? He’s the worst.”

“He really is. Why is Melanie with him?”

“I don’t know. They’ve been together forever. She doesn’t see his flaws anymore. Just his sort of pretty face and the money that she’s never had…the life she could have.”

“She’d be better off with this life than what he’s going to offer. I know many people who married people just like him, albeit with a lot more money and prestige. And now, they’re either miserable or divorced. Not worth it.”

“Like Katherine?” I asked.

He sighed. “Katherine made her bed. Now, she has to lie in it. Though, to be honest, she looked pretty happy to see Camden at the gala.”

I stopped in my tracks. “Are you telling me that Katherine is happy to be married to Camden Percy?”

“I don’t know,” he said with a shrug. “I thought she’d be glad to be out of his clutches after a month alone. But I can read her better than anyone, and I would definitely say it was at least relief on her face.”

I ground my teeth together. Fuck that. I’d thought Katherine would be nice and miserable, marrying that douche. She’d gotten what she deserved. Earned this isolation and torment. I didn’t want her to find peace and be happy with Camden fucking Percy, who made Michael look like a fucking saint.

“Let’s not talk about her,” Penn said hastily.

“Fine,” I muttered.

We stepped into the kitchen where my mother was standing over a book on astrology. She didn’t look up until we were practically on top of her.

“Oh hello, dears. Having fun with Michael?” she asked with a knowing smile.