Inherited Malice: A Dark Secret Society Romance

But for the first time since he’d learned about the pregnancy, thank fuck, he was not being gentle with me.

I came against almost instantly, so riled up from the torturous play with my clit that I was already on the edge within seconds.

I squeezed around his cock as I convulsed, and we locked eyes as he shoved deep inside me again and growled, then pulled back one last time and shoved inside again so roughly, the whole damn table moved backwards with the force.

He roared as he came and I clenched and welcomed his cum into my body, spasming even harder around him.

“And now we mark her as the Order’s,” came a voice from behind Beau. Beau clenched his teeth, and for a second, I thought he would snarl his refusal. But he didn’t. He pulled out of me, a rush of cum pouring out with the movement. I arched up, already missing his weight the second he was gone.

But before I could do or think anything else, the man who’d tattooed Beau was coming forward.

I blinked and laid my head back, not sure I could watch this part. I hadn’t had anything except my ears pierced, and that was when I was fourteen and Tina had the great idea to do it with ice cubes and a needle. It had hurt like a bitch, but we’d done it.

So I braced myself, shocked again when hands touched me in my intimate place. But the hands were gloved this time, more clinical. Still, my clit was huge and swollen, and every touch felt sensitive and made me quake.

He washed the area and, far before I was ready, I felt pain lance through my center as he pierced me.

I screamed for holy God, the pain of the flogging seeming like child’s play compared to the piercing.

But then the man had backed away and I looked down, barely able to catch my breath I was breathing so hard.

A little ring with a glittering diamond stud on it now twinkled from my clitoris.

No doubt a Radcliffe diamond.

Marked again as his.

14

Beau

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked, cradling her in my arms as I rushed back to the room.

“I told you I’m fine. The baby’s fine.”

“We don’t know that,” I said, pissed at myself that I allowed those fuckers to flog her inner thighs and pierce her damn clit!

And what did I do? I fucked her. I couldn’t help myself. I had to be inside her. I had to have her. But the baby…

“I do,” she reassured as she held on tighter around my neck when I fiddled with the door handle to our room. “The baby is perfectly fine.”

When I placed her on the bed, I pointed my finger at her and ordered, “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

I rushed to the bathroom and ran a washcloth under warm water. I nearly ran back to the bed where, luckily, Abilene had actually listened to me and remained propped up against the pillows. She had a warm smile on her face and shook her head as I approached.

“I’m okay, really.”

“Spread your legs,” I ordered, not satisfied with her answer. I wanted to make sure no skin on her thighs was broken, that there wasn’t any bruising, and that the idiot limp dicks weren’t too heavy handed with the flogger.

With a sigh, she did so and allowed me to run the cloth over the red and inflamed inner skin. I tried not to focus on her jeweled clit, and I most definitely tried to not pay any attention to the fact that my cock was getting rock hard again. Something about this woman turned me into an animal with primal urges and an almost feral desire to throw caution and reason out the door if it meant I could be buried balls deep inside of her.

Clearly. Her pregnant self was proof of that.

There was a small knock on the door with Mrs. H walking in. “I brought a special ointment for the piercing,” she said. “We want to make sure we keep it clean and cared for.”

“It’s coming out the minute we leave this place,” I said, not stopping with wiping the washcloth over every inch of flogged flesh.

“Hey there,” Abilene said, snapping her head off the pillow and glaring at me. “I may want to keep it. I might like it.”

“It’s coming out,” I said again, and I meant it.

“All right, well,” Mrs. H said as she approached the bed, determined to break up any impending fight. “No need to discuss the matter now. Let’s just focus on what’s in front of us.” She handed the jar of ointment to Abilene. “Twice a day.” She then looked at me. “It wouldn’t hurt for you to use it as well on your tattoo for a couple of days. Keep it moist so it doesn’t scab over.”