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

Tears fell down my cheeks. I sniffed, clearing my throat. “That’s all I need.” Then I turned to face him, and his arms fell to the side. I climbed on top of him and watched his features soften as I lowered myself onto his cock. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, his bottom lip pulling into his mouth and a soft groan vibrated from him. I slowly lifted, and then circled my hips, my walls clenching around his thick length. It felt natural, like a piece of my puzzle was now in place every time he was inside of me. I was addicted to the feeling of him being inside, filling me. His hands came to my hips, his fingertips gripping my hip bones, then he tapped my thigh. “Get up.” I stood, following his orders, and he leaned my body in half, propping one leg on the edge of the bath. I hung onto the bathroom sink for support and he gripped onto my hips again, pulling me into his cock. He pulled out and sunk back in, then one of his hands came to my hair, wrapping it around his fist as he pounded into me. Water splashed around our ankles and sprayed all over the floor. Moans were leaving my mouth, and his hand flew to my throat, where he clenched down roughly, using it as a handle. He continued to lay into me relentlessly.

He pulled out, and I stood to my height when he sunk back into the bath and I sat down on top of him again, reverse cowgirl. Using his legs to lift myself up, I slowly rode his cock until sweat beaded off of my flesh and the water turned cold. His thighs clenched under my palms and my body vibrated from the lead up of my orgasm. When his cock stroked my pussy once again, I let go, my core exploding inside of me. His cock throbbed, emptying himself with every thud. I dropped into his chest and he pulled me into him, kissing my head.

“You’re going to be fine, baby.”

I remember the day I bought this dress. I saw it in a storefront window. The way the black lace weaved over my chest and the tight material curved over every bone, and muscle on my body. It was held together by lace, with the middle strip missing, displaying the edge of your abs—if you had them, which I didn’t. My lack of food intake was beginning to show, and it was the first time I realized my collarbone was sharp enough to cut through rock. I stared back at myself in the free-standing oval mirror, really looking deep into my own eyes.

“Te amo, frater.” Tears formed at the surface again, on the brink of spilling over, but there was a knock on the door and my head tilted towards the entryway.

“Hey, Mads, I have a couple people who want to meet you,” Jase said, hinting to who it could be. “Is that ok?”

I stomped down my feelings, cleared my throat, and then ran my hands down my dress. Black. The color was symbolic to death, which was why I chose to wear white. I refused to believe my brother was dead. He deserved more than what the color black could give.

I nodded, wiping my eyes. He opened the door wider, and a man and woman stood there. The woman was dressed in a black long dress and was holding a large hat that had lace hanging off the front. She was beautiful, had honey brown eyes, skin that held a tint that no amount of sun could give you which told me she had something else in her blood. Her eyes met mine and her eyebrows pulled together. My own went to the man standing next to her. He wore a dark suit and a dark tie. He was tall, towering over her small frame, had grey hair and aged skin. He had to be pushing his early fifties. He looked somber and held a different softness on his shoulders than most of the other Kings.

“Madison,” she started. “I’m Jamima, your—” she paused, her fingers twisting around her hat. “Birth mom.” She stepped forward, and that’s when I caught Scarlet leaning against the wall behind them. She sent me a sneaky wink, and I knew what it meant. She had my back if I needed. Jase stayed, opening the door wider. I appreciated it because it didn’t feel like I was closed off in this room with nothing but the parents I didn’t know who, essentially, gave me and Daemon away.

“Why?” I asked quickly.

The man cleared his throat. “I’m Johan, Madison, I’m sorry we had to meet like this. Jamima and I understand that you will have questions, and we don’t want to hold back on answering those for you. You deserve honesty,” he paused, and his eyes went over his shoulder, straight to Scarlet, who gave him a look I wasn’t sure how to decipher. It was like a mother bear protecting her cubs. My heart warmed instantly, and with that small notion, I knew I could handle whatever they dished me, because they didn’t matter to me right now. What mattered was the strength I felt radiating off of Scarlet. She was the only mother I needed, anyone else didn’t matter. I nodded. “Thank you. I’d appreciate that.”