Inherited Malice: A Dark Secret Society Romance

He moved closer into me, so that our thighs were smushed against one another, but I wanted him closer still. When he took my hand, I immediately interlocked our fingers. The energy between us was electric, and I felt fevered.

“It could be our chance,” he said, “to have it all. The family neither of us had before. We could make it, together.”

“I want that,” I whispered, as I leaned into him, intoxicated by his nearness.

And he met me. Dear God, did he meet me.

His lips crashed down on mine and then he was all but pulling me into his lap.

I was still naked, and he was still clothed, but the thread count of his tux was so high that my naked sex against the crotch of his pants felt heavenly. The piercing in my clit had healed and even the slightest friction had me tingling.

Especially when I felt the bulge of his need thrusting up from underneath the fabric. My sex contracted at the feel, and I threw my arms around his neck.

We hadn’t had sex in almost a week since the last Trial and my pussy was weeping with need for him. I’m sure I’d already left a spot on his pants.

“I need you inside me,” I breathed into his ear. “Please, Beau. After tonight, I need the connection.”

He groaned and flipped us so that my back was on the bed. Moments later, he’d shucked his pants and boxers and then he was above me. I spread my legs to receive him and then he was there.

He sank inside me in one, not gentle thrust.

And I loved that. I loved so much that he wasn’t treating me like a porcelain doll. He grabbed my hip, and I wrapped my legs around his hips, jerking upwards when he next thrust in, meeting him so that our bodies slapped together in an erotic noise.

He massaged my hip in his fingers. I moaned and again met his next thrust.

“More,” I begged. “I need to feel you everywhere.”

“Goddammit, woman,” he growled.

And then he’d pulled out and he was manhandling my body in the way that I absolutely loved. He flipped me and demanded, “Hands and knees.”

I scrambled into position, and then he was behind me, sinking gloriously into me again.

I wiggled my ass at him, gripping the sheets and mattress and shoving back against him as hard as I could. Then I reached back with one hand and spread my ass as wide as I could, which elicited a low, growled, “fuck,” from him that had my sex clenching around him as he next thrust in.

I wiggled again, and he got what I was asking for without words.

He smacked my ass, another glorious sound echoing through the room.

“Again,” I begged, and he did. Over and over he spanked my ass while he fucked me from behind.

And his cock banged that spot so perfect inside me with every thrust and I rocked back against him as the best kind of tremors began—the release of tension, of the night, of everything that wasn’t Beau and me.

But right as I began to come, he pulled out again, leaving me whining with unrealized release.

He rolled me again, so I was on my back and then he lowered his body between my legs. He entered and was fucking me again, his chest lowered to mine, those piercing, intense eyes looking right into mine.

My breath caught and the orgasm picked right back up where it had left off. I reached up and grasped his face, kissed him, and came so hard it felt like I escaped my body. Except no, I’d never felt so at one with my body, every nerve ending lighting up, feeling so connected with Beau inside me, Beau on top of me, Beau’s lips, Beau’s eyes, Beau’s being.

And when I felt the hot rush of him spilling deep inside of me, my body clenched one more time before exploding in an even brighter wave of light.

I was terrified in the same moment, because after having this, how could anything—anyone—ever compare or measure up? And I was also terrified that Beau would go away and turn cold the moment he pulled out, like he had last time we’d connected so deeply.

But he didn’t. Instead, afterwards, he pulled me tight into him, little spoon to his big, and we fell asleep with his arm curved protectively around me.

I’d never felt safer or more wanted a night to never end.

18

Beau

Working from a bedroom was becoming almost impossible. I had tried my best to return all messages and to take as many phone calls as I could, but one of my strengths in business was how I handled people. I could read people like a book, and I had a look that told them not to mess with me.

It was much harder to negotiate or discipline from afar. It was challenging to instill the fear of God into someone by words only. I needed to be present. I needed my life back. And I needed to feel some level of control in this new chaos I lived in.