Malum: Part 1 (The Elite King's Club 4)

Unable to have enough time to wrap my head around the cruel words he just spoke, I say the first thing that pops into my head. “But she’s not a swan, why would they hurt her?”

He shakes his head. “You don’t get it. They would do that to get to you, and I can’t have that.”

I exhale, standing to peek down at her sleeping with the angels. Her chest rises and falls, her beautiful long lashes fanning out against her cheeks. “I don’t think we should run. I think we should sleep and think about it tomorrow. Your mom, Hector even, I feel like there’s more to why he did this tonight. Not just to ‘out’ me. There’s another reason. A reason why your dad was there too, Nate. You’re being irrational.”

I make my way toward where he’s sitting on the bed, stepping between his legs. My hands come to his face, tilting it up to look at me. He looks so vulnerable like this, with me here and him there. It gives me a sense of power. The same reaction I felt earlier tonight washes back over me in a second wave, only this time I’m swimming in lust.

“I want to make you feel better,” I whisper, tracing my finger over his lip. Leaning down, I kiss him softly. I stand back up, removing my shirt and throwing it across the room. “Let me make you feel better.” I watch as his gaze fades from worried, to feral, they drop down from my face to my breasts.

He doesn’t touch me, he stays where he is and growls. “Remove the pants.”

I abide, my thumbs hooking inside the waistband of my panties to wriggle them down. I stand naked in front of him, waiting, wanting, needing him to touch me. Touch me in ways he has never touched me before. I reach for the button of his shirt and flick them off, his bare chest sprawling out in front of me. Tracing my fingers over the two large wings across his chest, I want to ask him what they mean, but I’m too afraid it will break the mood, so my hands come up to his shoulders where I push his shirt down his taut arms.

His eyes come up to mine, his hands ruffling through his hair. “Nothing can happen to you or Micaela, Tillie.”

“Shhhh.” I press my index finger against his lip. “Nothing is going to happen.” I go to straddle his hips, but his lips come to my apex. He blows air against my clit and then presses kisses. My fingers dig into his hair, my head tilting back as a moan leaves me. He flicks his tongue inside of me and then licks up again, his hands coming to my ass cheeks. Finally, unable to contain it, I straddle his waist and crawl up his body.

He chuckles darkly, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he licks his bottom lip, the ball of his tongue ring catching the soft glint of the bathroom light. “You think you’re fucking slick sitting on my dick like that, huh?”

I smirk, and then rock myself over him, his cock bulging through his slacks. He flips me over and I scream as he dives on top of me. I use my feet in attempt to push the waist of his slacks down as he flicks open his button. The sound of his zipper dropping singing through the silence.

He sucks my nipple into his mouth and I groan, grinding against him.

Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.

The next morning, I roll over to Nate who is sleeping with his arm slung over his eyes. I peek under the sheet, getting a better look at his tattoos when Micaela starts stirring in her crib. I stand, throwing on my tank and some panties before tossing my hair into a messy bun.

“Good morning, baby girl!” I beam at her. Her little face lights up like I’m her very own angel. Her small lips stretch wide over her gums giving me the most beautiful smile ever. That looks like her father’s. Picking her up, I bring her back to the bed, laying her on the covers.

Nate rolls over sleepily and grins. “Is that my girl?”

His arm hooks around Micaela, and he squeezes her into his chest. My heart explodes with emotion, so I quickly reach for my phone, snapping a range of photos. These memories might fade one day, and I don’t want to forget them if they do.

“You feeling better today?” I ask when Nate has rubbed his eyes and is clearly awake.

“Yeah.” He clears his throat. “I’ll go see Hector today and see what last night was about. Sorry about flipping out on you, it’s just when it comes to you and her, I won’t take any chances.”