Miscreants: Next Generation (Badlands 8)

Something like lava pervaded my body, from my head to the tips of my toes as they curled into the mattress. His mouth covered mine in a bruising kiss a second before my mind went blank, everything turning black.

When reality came into focus again, Samael’s hands were tangled in my hair and he was still inside me, his cock being squeezed by my pussy as he came.

I grabbed his face and pulled him down to my mouth again. He kissed me back, tongue tangling with mine.

His obsidian locks had a slight curl to them from sweat, but I didn’t care. I ran my fingers through his hair, the silky strands gliding between them.

He pulled out after a few minutes, the motion causing me to wince.

“Are you okay?”

“No,” I croaked, flopping disgracefully onto my stomach.

“Good.” He swept my messy hair over one shoulder and planted a kiss on my shoulder blade. “You look beautiful like this, bruised and freshly fucked.”

“Hmph.”

“You’ll stay with me from here on out.”

It wasn’t a question. He and I were a mess, but I knew I wasn’t going to run away from him a second time.

I loved him too much. I needed him too much. I’d have to figure out how to see my family with his knowledge this time around.

“If you ever break your promise again, I will do what needs to be done to make sure you’re with me forever, even if it means keeping you in pieces.”

He kissed the top of my head. “I love you, Lils.”

The bed dipped and shifted as he stood. I laid exactly as I was, not ready to get up.

His last words before he left were something about a shower, but I was too busy processing everything he’d just said to respond.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Holding my composure was one of the hardest mental battles I had to undertake. I only did it when it came to matters relating to my girl. There were endless things I wanted to do to her, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t hurt Lilith any more than I already had.

If she left me again, I would make good on the words I’d just spoken, but I was confident she wouldn’t, nor did she want to. Now that I knew the source of her issues, I could try to resolve them.

In my own way, of course. It would be a major pain in the ass, but I had to do it. We were destined to repeat what we didn’t repair. The fact I’d overlooked that she was suffering too burned my fucking heart. I should’ve known. It was an uncharacteristic oversight on my end. From the time we were kids, Lilith had a fucked-up inferiority complex.

I made my way down the stairs, taking note of where everyone was. The main level was one big-ass room, which made that easy to do. This was one of my first strongholds. I’d come across it thanks to a tip from my silent benefactor. Only a few of my proselytes occupied it. The others were scattered elsewhere.

Our main insignia—a goat head with the antlers of a stag centered in the great Baphomet’s sigil—was painted as a mural taking up the entire back wall.

The second—the head of a lone stag—was on another. It was essentially two factions in one.

The Lazarus were mine.

Stags were Amo’s.

We took equal responsibility and control of both. It was no different than making an alliance, apart from the fact that we did everything together, creating a supersized army of sorts. Our Stags were our front runners while we kept the Lazarus movements hush. The two were night and day. Lazarus recruits tended to be the worst kind of twisted fucks, while a Stag just needed to know how to kill when necessary, so it worked out well.

Now that this was becoming common knowledge, as well as Amo and I revealing our true identities, things were going to get a lot more interesting.

Brody and Poet were playing a game of cards, both giving their full attention to the hands they had.

I wasn’t going to interrupt them.

Aurora and Cherry were at the breakfast bar.

I hadn’t decided what to do with this girl yet. She seemed to be a lag that went from place to place just so she didn’t have to be on her own. That sounded like a personal problem to me.

On my way out the door, I caught Amo’s eye. He was engaged in a game of darts with Takara—their darts being throwing knives and their target some random fuck gagged and hung on the wall. That wasn’t my problem, either. People had to entertain themselves somehow. If it wasn’t one of ours, who fucking cared?

Outside, I spared a glance for Jin. He was in the back building, prepping the first Brabus for tomorrow.

The one I needed was still where I had parked it, although the husk of Knox had been taken away by now. I opened the rear end and dug out the duffel bag that had what I needed.