Inherited Malice: A Dark Secret Society Romance

“Just fuck my ass already,” she said as her hole tightened around my finger.

With my free hand, I spanked her ass hard. “You don’t give the orders here.” I spanked her again, and again. “I do.”

I thrust my finger a little deeper and with more force. Liking how her back arched and little whimpers escaped from her lips as I did so, I continued to finger fuck her. I swatted her over and over, reddening the flesh of her ass.

Needing to be inside her more than I needed to take my next breath, I pulled out my finger, lubed up my cock, and pushed it at her entrance pausing just enough to say, “This is going to hurt.”

Taking hold of her hips, I pushed my dick past her tight entrance and spread her wide as I did so.

Her gasps and tiny mewls told me that my warning was spot on. But rather than trying to wiggle free, or crying out for me to stop, the devilish woman pushed against me, driving me even deeper inside. She liked the pain. She liked the claiming of her ass. I could feel it in the way she moved against me.

I spanked her ass one more time as a warning that, though I appreciated her movements, I was in control. I would be deciding how fast and how deep we would go.

“Beau!” I heard from behind me.

I snapped my neck to see Mrs. H charging toward me.

Still being balls deep inside Abilene’s ass, Mrs. H approached us without any hesitation and whispered in my ear, “How dare you slap a girl in her condition?”

Slap?

Her condition?

Mrs. H?

Quickly yanking my cock out of Abilene and tucking it into my pants, I struggled to make sense of what was going on. Abilene turned and sat on the couch, pulling her legs up to her chest to try to hide her body from Mrs. H’s stare.

“What the fu— are you doing here?” I said, looking around the room to see if anyone else noticed that the house mother of the Oleander was in the ballroom in the middle of a goddamn orgy. It appeared that everyone else was far too busy to notice. Abilene and I were the only ones blessed with this awkward moment.

“You’re damn near rooting her like a pig!” Mrs. H said as she put her hands on her hips. “I’m not one to treat women as delicate china while pregnant, but I do expect you be a little more careful. Especially since we don’t know how the baby is doing without the doctor checking her first. She hasn’t been cleared for… activities.”

I stole a glance at Abilene whose eyes were wide, and she was shaking her head at Mrs. H.

“What the hell are you talking about? Baby? Pregnant?” My voice was low enough so only Abilene and maybe Mrs. H could hear me. “Are you fucking pregnant?”

Abilene’s lip trembled and loose curls hung around her face, shielding her face some, but not enough. I could see the answer written all over it.

“Pregnant?” Just saying the word scorched my tongue. “Pregnant.”

“I tried to tell you.” She looked at Mrs. H. “I was going to tell him today.”

Mrs. H took me by the arm and whispered in my ear. “Get her out of here before anyone notices a scene.”

My ears rang, blocking out the sound of the classical music mixed with sounds of orgasms and conquests. I agreed with Mrs. H. We needed to get out of here immediately. I needed air. I needed to come to terms with what I was hearing.

Pregnant…

11

Abilene

“What the hell did she mean? You can’t be pregnant!” Beau all but shouted after dragging me back up to our bedroom and slamming the door behind us.

I think the Elders might have had something to say about our disappearing so suddenly, but right as we were leaving, there was some other disturbance. I’d just glimpsed the other Initiate standing up and calling out the Elders right as Beau pulled me from the room by my elbow.

I stared Beau down now that we were alone in the bedroom. My emotions were all over the place after everything that had just happened downstairs. “I sure can be pregnant. I am. And the baby’s yours. From the first night we slept together two months ago.”

If I thought Beau had looked pissed before, it was nothing to the way his face turned cherry red now.

He charged me.

I yelped and tried to run, but there was nowhere to go. Before I could escape, he had my back up against the door.

His hand came to my neck. He didn’t squeeze, he just kept it there, pinning me in place exactly where he wanted.

“You’ve been lying to me from the beginning,” he seethed through his teeth.

I grabbed the wrist of his hand at my throat and yanked it downwards and off, then shoved him hard in the chest.