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

She does, and when I stand, she takes my seat. I slowly step toward Bishop. I have to be careful with how I approach this.

“Also, I don’t know anything else, other than the fact that she said that he had manipulated her. Used something against her. Every time I would ask her about it, she would shut down. She made me swear to secrecy about it, but let’s be real, she didn’t really have to do that because I would have kept that secret anyway…”

I drop to the ground. “Hey…” I try to get Bishop’s attention, but his eyes are glassed over, fixed on something in front of him. Totally unfocused and away with the fairies. His face is a symbol of heart-shattering regret.

Fuck.

My hand flies to his chin and I grip it roughly, tilting his face to mine. I inch in until our noses touch. “Don’t let this fuck you. We will get her back, you will make it okay, and we will make them pay.”

His Adam’s apple bobs and he yanks his face out of my grip. “No.”

I cock my head, my eyes narrowing. “No?”

His jaw clenches. “This happened because of me.”

“—Bro.”

He cuts his eyes to mine. “No.”

“What the fuck do you mean no?” I snap at him. “We will get her back…”

Bishop laughs, his dark eyes coming up to mine. “IF she wanted to still be a part of this life, Nate? She would have fucking told me when it happened. We would have been able to deal with it correctly. Instead, she has done what Madison does and she has run. I’m done, dawg. I can’t chase her for the rest of my life.”

My heart pounds in my chest. There are all sorts of bullshit that is wrong with what he’s saying. First of all, good luck to Tillie if she ever tried to run from me because I’d kill us both before I’d let her live a life that didn’t have my existence around to tease her, second of all, this isn’t Bishop at all.

He stands, cracking his neck. When his eyes come to mine, I see in his dark depths how the flecks are burning with rage, but there’s something else.

He’s fucking tired.

“If and when she wants to come back to me, I’ll be here. Until then, she’s not my problem.” Then he shoves me away, taking a seat back on his chair like none of this happened.

He picks up his glass. “We will find out who that fuckwit was and who he was tied to. I’ll deal with them accordingly for fucking with someone who was mine, but from then onward, this, her, she ends here. Until further notice.”

Tillie’s eyes find mine, wide as saucers. I let out a soft growl and take my place back at the table, with Tillie right back on my dick.

Tillie is loading the dishwasher when I enter the kitchen, leaning against the doorway. She turns to face me.

“Hi.”

I’m tired, my damp clothes are stuck to me like a stage five clinger, and I need to sleep for a fucking lifetime, but I push off the door frame and make my way to her, my arm snaking around her waist until her back is crashing into my front.

“Come home with me.”

She stills, putting another plate into the dishwasher. “Nate.” She turns in my grip, her eyes coming to mine. I bring my other hand to rest behind the back of her throat, my fingers itching to pull her hair and fuck her until she’s blue. “We can’t do this,” she whispers, shaking her head.

“Do what?” I brush her off. “I asked you to come home, I didn’t drop to one knee. But if you need”—I run my fingers up her inner thigh, my index finger coming to the slit, over her damp panties—“me to drop to my knees and suck on your pussy, then done, because I’m fucking starving.”

I shuffle back and look down on her when she doesn’t answer me. Her lips are tucked between her teeth, her eyes closed.

“I can’t forgive you.”

I run my lips over hers. “You don’t have to forgive me to fuck my face, baby. We’ve had this discussion.” I grip the backs of her thighs and lift her up onto the black marble counter. Her legs spread as I step between them, pulling her flush up against me. I grind into her, grabbing what I can of her curvy ass.

“It’ll be years before I forget what you’ve done…” She closes her eyes as I run my tongue over her collarbone, licking up her neck and to her mouth. I bite down on her bottom lip and watch as they part, a soft moan escaping. I want to eat her noises and swallow them.

My fingers tighten around the back of her neck as I brush my lips across hers. “Then just forget for tonight.”