Malum: Part 2 (The Elite King's Club 5)

I lean forward, my ear to his lips. “Why?”

He whispers one word. “Cataclysm.”

I lean forward just as his eyes flutter closed. I know that he’s about to die, but he’s not going to die on Madison’s conscience. So I press the sharp edge of the blade against his throat until it sinks into his flesh like a hot knife to butter, and blood squirts all over my hands. I maintain my calm.

Breathing in and out as the blade sinks deeper.

He stops moving.

When I pull the blade out, blood squirting everywhere, that’s when I register the heavy banging on the door. Suddenly it bursts open and Nate is standing at the threshold with Brantley and Bishop behind him.

Tillie

“Oops,” I sigh, dropping the knife onto the corpse.

“Oops!?” Nate whisper-yells in frustration before turning around. “Everyone but Brantley get the fuck out.”

They all disappear through the two big, bossy men in my life. Nate breathes in and out, leaning against the door once it’s closed. A few seconds pass before he pulls his phone out and sends a text, putting it back into his pocket.

“My little terror,” Brantley smirks, coming closer to me and grabbing my hand to help me out of the tub. “I’m a little proud, and a lot fucking turned on right now.” His eyes darken. “Red is definitely your color.”

“Don’t take her out,” Nate grunts, not meeting my eyes. He ambles forward and turns the faucet to the shower on. “Rinse the blood off you.”

I stand under the head, watching as water rushes over my skin and falls onto the dead body between my legs.

Once it’s running clear, I turn it off and step out, just as Brantley cleans the obvious blood from the floor and tosses the towel into the tub with the dead fuckwit.

“Come here,” Nate murmurs, taking my hand in his and pulling me out.

“It’s cold,” I shiver, grabbing for the towel he’s handing me. My body shakes uncontrollably, gripping onto all of my nerves before I can take control.

Nate dries me as Brantley shuffles around the room, making sure everything is in the tub.

“Did you send out the text?” Brantley asks Nate.

“Yes,” Nate says, his hand coming to the back of my neck. “Why did you do that? What happened from the time that we fucked downstairs, to here?”

I open my mouth, wanting to tell him but still shackled by my loyalty to my best friend.

“Why do you hate me?”

Why did I just say that?

“He doesn’t hate you,” Brantley whispers from behind me, drying my legs.

I focus back to Nate’s gaze, who is staring at me with enough intensity to burn a hole into my head. “You hate me.”

Nate doesn’t answer.

My eyes close as Brantley’s hand grazes up my inner thigh and I whimper, my head falling forward, onto Nate’s chest.

Nate stiffens.

Brantley continues up, and then his lips press to my shoulder. “Breathe, my little terror, you’re okay. You’re fucking safe when we’re around…”

I hold my breath, my fitful heart still jumping around in my chest.

I killed a man.

Someone who raped my best friend.

The smell of blood lingers with my lust, but the feeling of Brantley dropping kisses on my shoulder blades makes my head spin. I moan again, inhaling Nate’s smell. He hasn’t moved, his hard body still stoic.

I rub my bare ass into Brantley, who is rock hard behind me. He licks me across the back of my neck as his other hand reaches down between my legs, his thumb coming to my clit. I moan again as it circles me, my legs shaking. My eyes come up to Nate, who is watching me closely, his jaw set in stone. Just when Brantley’s finger dives inside of me, Nate’s hand comes around and wraps my chin, tilting my face to his.

He presses his lips to mine. “I don’t hate you, baby.”

I wrap my arm around the back of his neck as my other reaches behind me to grip onto Brantley’s cock through his jeans.

Brantley unzips his jeans until his heavy pierced dick falls into the palm of my hand.

Nate grips onto my legs as I wrap them around his waist. His kissing slows, his tongue licking mine softly. Every flick, every caress, every thrust of his hips.

I tug on Brantley’s cock as Nate grinds into me in circles.

“Fuck,” Brantley groans from behind me. “I don’t know how much I can take without actually putting my dick in her.”

Nate stills, searching my eyes. He drops me, along with the mood, to the ground.

“Fuck!” Nate punches the wall. “Why the fuck can’t I share you!” He yanks the door open and disappears, leaving me and Brantley in the bathroom alone.

“For both our sakes, we need to tuck up,” Brantley laughs, shaking his head.

I swipe my cheeks. “Yeah.”

We leave the bathroom, with Brantley giving me his suit jacket. I wrap it around my body closely, realizing it looks like a dress. The room is dark, but I can hear talking in the other room.