Tacet a Mortuis (The Elite King's Club 3)

“Come here.” Then he grabbed my legs again and wrapped them around my waist. His lips crashed into mine as he sunk himself inside of me. I tightened around him, still pulsing from the aftershocks of my orgasm, but his intrusion was enough to set me off again.

“Look at me, baby,” he growled, slowly pulling out and then sinking back in. “This is mine. Do you understand?” His motion picked up to a faster pace. “Kitty…” he warned, his hand coming to my throat. “I may love you, but I’ll still fuck you until you’re black and blue. Don’t test my shit, Madison.” His grip tightened around my throat and I choked from the lack of air.

“I’m all yours, Bishop. Forever.”

“No one will touch this. Ever.” He pounded into me relentlessly. I was sure there would be bruising inside from his brutality. Our skin slapped together and sweat leaked out of my pores. His other hand went back to my thigh and he clenched down roughly as his pace picked up again to a feral penetrating motion. My inner thighs were stretched and aching from the roughness of his slamming.

His lips came to my collarbone, and it was enough to unleash my second orgasm. My body jerked painfully yet throbbed blissfully as I came down. His teeth sunk into my flesh and he growled out a low groan, just as his cock jerked inside of me. We stood there for a few more beats, collecting our breaths, then he laughed and stepped backward, pressing a light kiss on my lips. “I’m goin’ need to go get some clothes from Nate’s room.”

“Okay,” I smiled, my cheeks red and my body aching from being fucked to the brink of insanity.

His eyes twinkled, and his lip kinked in a grin. “You ok?”

I rolled my eyes—totally bluffing—“Of course. This isn’t my first rodeo with you.”

He laughed, then got out of the shower, disappearing into Nate’s room. I shut the curtain and bit down on my bottom lip. I couldn’t stop the smile that was spread over my mouth. He loved me. Bishop Vincent Hayes said he loved me. My chest tingled with excitement and it took everything inside of me not to scream in happiness. I felt like a part of me had finally slipped into a puzzle of what was him and I. For almost a year our relationship had done circles, but we had never been here, and it gave me hope for our future. I quickly re-soaped my hands and scrubbed myself down again, even though I really didn’t want to because Bishop’s cologne had left a faint smell lingering over my flesh, then I turned the faucet off and got out, slipping the towel around my body.

“Oh, what the hell did I miss?” Tate said from my bedroom, probably noticing the door. I peeked my head around the broken door to see her entering my bedroom.

Her worried eyes came to mine, and then they softened. “Giiirrllll… I need to know everything.” I guess I was actually smiling from ear to ear.

“You will, but first I need to quickly pack and get changed.”

“And where’s our GQ brooding caveman?”

I hiked my thumb over my shoulder. “Grabbing some clothes from Nate’s room.”

She shook her head and laughed. “This ought to be good.”

She had no idea.

“Ok, so we’ve got enough food for the morning and for the guys if they get hungry later. Now we just need to order pizza’s!” I figured my chat with the old man could wait. The girls looked tired, and I didn’t have the energy for him right now.

Coming to a red light, I thought over where we could grab pizzas that were on the way and were also decent. I smirked. “I have an idea.” Then I slid out my phone and typed out a group text:

Meet us at CK’s

I put my phone on my lap and floored it to the pizza parlor. The girls were a lot quieter this time around than they were earlier in the day. Madison had every reason to be tired, considering, but Tate, I didn’t know. I was getting tired by just watching her brain tick over with all her overthinking. I gave a bit of a shit about Tate because I knew how much she meant to Madison. So in short, I didn’t want to see her get hurt.

I hooked into the parallel park outside Gengy’s Pizza. The “G” was hanging off an old electrical wire and flicked on and off, so sometimes, it looked more like “Engy’s Pizzas”, but Gengy, the owner, he was a good friend from when I was a kid. My mom would bring me here all the time to get his pizzas. It was probably one of the only real memories I had as a kid with my mom.