Malum: Part 2 (The Elite Kings' Club Book 5) Page 16

  I do, fumbling to my feet and backing up onto the bed. He pushes a button and a long blade switches out. He comes close, until his stomach is clenching in front of my face. He runs the blunt edge of the knife down my chest, my breathing thick and labored. He continues to drag it over my nipple, circling.

  “Do you trust me?”

  I lick my lips, my eyes closing.

  “Answer me Tillie, did you, and do you, trust me?”

  “Yes,” I whisper as he trails the knife down to my inner thigh. “Do you need a safe word?” His tone is teasing, and for a second, I see a sliver of Nate.

  My eyes fire to life. “No.”

  “Your second sin? Was not trusting me enough.” The blade twists and I feel a sting slice across my upper thigh. “I always said that I loved breaking you just so I could put you back together exactly how I wanted, maybe pocket a few pieces of you that you’d never get back. Maybe we could try that literally…”

  My blood turns cold as I feel it drip down my inner thigh. He leans around me as I open my eyes and I’m met with the crook of his neck. His vein stammers underneath his slick flesh and I have to fight all of the urges inside of me that want to lean over and sink my teeth into him until he screams. I feel my wrists loosen from their hold and I twist them as I bring them to the front of me.

  He grins, dangling my white panties between us, as they hang on the tip of the blade he just fucking cut me with. Cunt cut me. But before I can think about that, he brings it to his nostrils and inhales deeply, a merciless grin possessing his lips.

  “Mine.”

  He yanks them off and runs them over my body before shoving me onto my back. I fall backward, my hair spreading out beneath me. I watch as he lowers between my thighs again. But instead of sucking my pussy, he licks up the blood that he made with the knife.

  “That sin was brutal. I’m sorry, baby, you know how I get jealous…”

  He sucks my thighs until my hips meet air, desperate for friction. He bites down hard, and then bites on my other side, climbing to the area where my thighs meet my pussy. He nibbles, and then leans up. His thick angry cock is pulsing, cum dripping off his tip. Nate tosses the blade across the room and lowers himself on top of me, his cock filling me up to the brim.

  I scream in pleasure as another orgasm wracks at my bones from his simple invasion.

  I’m so fucked with him.

  He pulls out and flips me onto my stomach, gripping onto my hips and pulling me up until I’m face-down-ass-up. His fingers bite into my hips when he slams into me again, just as I’m riding my second orgasm. He pounds into me, his balls slamming against my clit. Sweat drips off my forehead as he continues his assault, tearing at my insides with every thrust. He spins me back onto my back, throwing me against the headboard.

  I groan as my head smashes against the hard marble. My vision blurs, dizzying in and out. He crawls over, yanking me down the bed by the backs of my thighs and sinking inside slowly.

  “Your last sin, was blaming yourself.”

  He thrusts inside of me, his hand coming to the front of my throat. He squeezes until I wheeze for air. He presses into me again, and again, at a slow torturous pace and only giving me air when I’d tap on his arm.

  His mouth comes to mine as his pace slows, his tongue slipping inside.

  “Don’t ever do any of that shit again or I won’t release my grip next time.”

  He releases my throat just as he grinds against my clit and another orgasm screams out of me, my body jerking, strung-out and battered.

  Finally, he pulls out and grips his cock, pumping himself until his hot cum sprays out over my chest and face. He brings his fingers to it and swirls it around, and then lifts it to my mouth.

  “Open.”

  I do, sucking his salty liquid off the tip of his finger.

  Falling back down beside me, he yanks the silk sheets up and pulls me under his arm. Once again too tired to wash his cum off me. My eyes close as he presses small kisses to my head and runs circles with his finger around my thigh.

  Tillie

  The morning sun pours out from under the dark curtains, along with our prior night’s sins. I go to swing my legs over his bed but flinch when they throb with pain. I lift the blanket and take a peek at the damage. Finger marks, bite marks, and dried blood cover my upper thighs where there’s that lovely little cut. It wasn’t enough to need stitches and the dried blood that set over the incision was enough to stop it from bleeding. How generous of him.

  “Oh god.” I shake my head.

  We took it to another level last night, one I hadn’t seen in Nate since we first slept together. I forgot how bad he can get. Picking up the first thing I find on the floor—another one of his hoodies—I slip it over my head, letting it fall to my knees. My tummy rumbles, but I promised Nate one night, and one night it was. We have to stay focused to figure out our next move. No point being battered soldiers when the battering is happening from each other, not our enemies.

  “Where you goin’.” He wraps his arm around my waist and drags me back into the bed.

  “I need to go,” I laugh.

  His phone starts ringing on his nightstand. Groaning, he grabs at it aimlessly, pushing it to his ear. “What?” His eyes come to mine. “Really?”

  “What?” I mouth, wondering why he’s looking at me like I’m a snack. If I’m his snack, I’ll make sure I’m laced with poison for that lethal sex last night.

  “Be there in thirty.” He hangs up and smirks at me. I fight the urge to punch his face because it’s not fair he looks this perfect first thing in the damn morning. “Your car is here. Guess you’ll be riding something else other than my dick from now on.”

  I throw a pillow at his face and he bursts out laughing, his straight, white teeth flashing behind his perfect lips.

  “Bastard.”

  I don’t bother changing, mainly because I don’t have clothes here. Since my innocent panties were the product of how nasty we got last night, I left them there too, as a reminder for him, or if he decides to bring home any other girls, a reminder for them—to run for their lives. So all I’ve got is the rolled up piece of the dress—thankfully, that came off very early in the night.

  We pull up to Brantley’s driveway, and I turn to face Nate, noticing how absolutely wrecked we both look. Like we just came out of a war zone. He has dark hickeys all over his neck and a black eye?

  “Shit. Did I punch you last night?”

  He sips on his coffee, trying to find his Ray-Bans. “You kicked me when I licked your sweet little cunt for the fifth time.”

  “Nate!” I squirm.

  I flip the mirror down and flinch. “I look like shit.” Dark circles, my skin pale and my hair the next home for homeless, stray birds.

  “Impossible. Get out.”

  We both climb out of the car and my eyes land on the new addition that’s sitting in the middle of Brantley’s driveway.

  I smirk, walking up to it just as Brantley and Eli exit the front door.

  Brantley tosses me the keys and his eyes widen as they go between Nate and I. “You both look like shit. Must have been a good night.”

  I catch them and unlock the car. It really is stunning. Lowered, matte black rims and blacked-out lights. The shiny blood red color gleams against the morning sun.

  Nate leans into the window from the passenger side. “Good choice, baby.”

  I stand. “We are all going for a ride. We need to do something normal.”

  Brantley’s eyes catch Nate’s. “Yeah, because Hector has called another meet for Friday night.”

  “What?” Nate shouts.

  I freeze. “It’s not been a month—it’s only been days?”

  Brantley nods, his eyes staying on Nate. “Which is why it’s interesting he’s called it, and he has asked for Tillie to be there.”

  “Tillie will not be there,” Nate declares matter-of-factly.

  “Tillie is right here, and Tillie is fine with being there…
” I add, shutting the driver’s side door and making my way up the steps.

  “Tillie is not fucking going!” Nate hollers from behind me.

  I flip him off as I enter the house and start making my way down to the room of gloom, when Brantley stops me with his words.

  “I’ve moved your room. You don’t have to stay here if you don’t want to. You’re not a prisoner anymore, it was only until we sorted the Daemon thing out. We couldn’t risk you telling Madison about seeing her dead brother.”

  I turn to face him. “I like being here.”

  Brantley smiles. Smiles. Not smirks, not scowls. Smiles. Rows of the straightest white teeth against his tanned skin. “I know. You’re on this level opposite my dad’s office. Had the maid move your shit in there.”

  I head down toward the door, thanking Brantley on the way. When I open the door, I’m instantly in love with the space. It has one large bay window that opens out to the back yard. The walls are white, and the bed linen one shade darker than the walls. I open one of the doors and I’m met with a bathroom. It’s about the same size as the one I had downstairs—no bath. The second door is a walk-in closet. My clothes already hanging carefully on the hangers. I wonder who his maid is? I wouldn’t put it past him to have that sweet innocent girl as his little slave, but even as the thought flashes through my head, I know deep down that that isn’t the case. The way he moved around her, how she composed herself faced with the devil. That wasn’t someone who has been on the receiving end of Brantley’s wrath. That was someone, possibly the only one, who had seen a side to Brantley no one had ever seen.

  Or maybe I’m deranged.

  Considering the latest events, I settle for the latter, grab some clothes and slip into the shower, enjoying the warm water crashing against my battered skin.

  I change quickly, after lathering oils against myself and blow-drying my hair. I don’t bother to straighten it, rather letting the natural wave fall down my back. I’m slipping on my Jimmy Choos when the door opens.

  Nate stands freshly showered and wearing light blue faded jeans, a Phillip Plein shirt, and his leather jacket that has a hood stitched into the collar.

  I stuck to white skinny jeans, a black loose cotton T-shirt and threw on my red leather jacket—to match my car.

  “I’m serious, Tillie. You can’t come on Friday.”

  I’m tightening the final strap when I stand and reach for my phone that was charging. “I can, and I will. He asked me to attend.”

  “I’ll cage you.”

  “And I’ll break free.” I grin at him, latching my watch around my wrist and spraying my Valentino perfume over myself.

  He steps into my room, instantly making it feel smaller. “It might get ugly.”

  “I’ve seen ugly, Nate…” I murmur, bringing my hand to his cheek. “I killed ugly.”

  His eyes search mine and he winces, stepping out of my touch. Shit. You idiot, Tillie. Stop touching what you can’t have.

  “I hate that you took on that burden,” he answers, reaching for my hand.

  I let him take it. “Rather me than Madison.”

  “I’d rather me take it or Bishop. You two are uncontrollable.”

  He leads me out and I reach for my debit card, sliding both that and my phone into my back pocket. I shut my door and we round it until we’re waiting for everyone at the bottom of the stairs.

  There’s silence, the only sound coming from the ticking of an old grandfather clock in the foyer.

  “Did you hear that?” I ask Nate.

  “No?” He tilts his head, then the whispering happens again and his eyes snap up the stairs. “Yeah, I heard that.”

  “This house is so creepy.”

  Nate’s mouth kicks up in a smirk. “Creepy with a whole bunch of secrets. Right, Bran Bran?” Nate pushes his aviator glasses down over his eyes.

  Brantley flips him off as he enters with everyone and we all slowly pile out.

  Eli, Cash, and Jase are climbing into a Ford Raptor, and Hunter is sliding in with Brantley in his car.

  Nate naturally goes to the passenger seat of my car and I climb in, inhaling the new car smell of freshly produced leather. The scent begins to mix with both mine and Nate’s scent. I push the button to start and the car purrs to life beneath me.

  “You got stick?” Nate asks, one judgy eyebrow quirked.

  “Yes,” I hiss, putting it into first gear.

  Brantley gestures for me to wind my window down. “Follow us. We’re heading out to the cabin.”

  I still. The same cabin Nate and I had our first fight?

  “Yeah.” Brantley’s eyes fucking twinkle.

  Oh god.

  I gulp. “Yeah okay.” He zips forward and before the completely blacked-out Raptor can follow behind him, I zip between the two, giggling.

  Nate chuckles, shaking his head. Just as we’re driving past the large garage, I watch in slow motion as the doors open and a crystal clean white Tesla peeks out from underneath. My breathing slows, my eyes and focus completely on the supped up Tesla. Then she’s standing there. Like she just stepped off the set of Game of Thrones, with her white long hair, small petite body and soft eyes. She watches me carefully, wrapping her cardigan around her body, then just like that, I floor it into third and zip out of the driveway.

  “Did you see that?” I ask Nate, but his head is turned to the other side.

  “See what?” he asks, his face turning to me.

  “Never mind,” I grumble. I swear to God if this me seeing people thing is going to be a thing I’ll check myself into a fucking psychiatric ward.

  His hand comes to my thigh. “You’re not going crazy, baby. Yeah, I saw her.”

  Adrenaline crashes through my body. “Who is she?” I want to know everything.

  Nate shrugs. “Don’t know. That was the first time I have ever seen her, but when we had that party, Brantley was acting on some next level feral shit. So I’m not very keen on raising the topic with him.”

  I snort, turning the radio on. “SOS” by Avicii starts playing softly in the background. The deep base shaking through the car like small thunderbolts. These fucking lyrics. We all merge onto the main highway and I watch behind me as the Raptor’s angry front follows close behind me. I stick close behind Brantley.

  “Whose Raptor is that?”

  “Jase’s. We would tease him about the size of his cock, but we’ve all seen it.”

  I laugh, just as a matte black Maserati flies past us and slips in front of Brantley’s car.

  I roll my eyes. “What about Bishop’s?”

  Nate laughs, leaning back in his seat. “Definitely not.”

  The song moves on and Nate’s hand comes to my thigh. “No doubt we will be staying out here the night.”

  “I wore Jimmy Choos!”

  He rolls his eyes, sliding his phone unlocked. He presses his phone to his ear.

  “Yo, can you bring Tillie some normal shoes, and a change of clothes, and her little pink lace panties with the letters S E C R E T over them?”

  I shove him.

  He laughs. “Oh, and her toothbrush.”

  He hangs up his phone. “Done.”

  “Who was that?”

  “Relax, like I’d let any of the boys near your fucking panties. It was Bailey. She’s coming tonight too.”

  I smile. “Really?” Excited I’ll have another girl with me—for once. I like Bailey a lot. I think she’s smart for a young girl, but I can see the bitch beneath the sweet.

  “Yeah,” Nate murmurs and his head tilts. “And I’m pretty sure I saw two people in Bishop’s car.

  Madison? “No,” he cuts into my thoughts. “It’s Abel.”

  It doesn’t matter that he corrected me. Now my thoughts are with Madison. “Did she run with Tate again?”

  Nate shakes his head. “Nah. Tate is getting ready to start NYU. I think, for the most part, their friendship is slowly drifting apart. Tate has new friends, friends of her caliber.”


  Lucky Tate. Living a normal life and whatnot, but even as I think that, I feel guilty. I love my friends. “So she doesn’t give a shit that Madison has run again?”

  “She doesn’t know. She thinks Madison is ghosting her.”

  “Well,” I say, readjusting myself in my seat. “I’d be pissed at you guys for that.”

  “You wouldn’t run,” he adds matter-of-factly.

  “True, but in any case.” I can’t help but feel hurt that she didn’t at least try to reach out to me before she ran. I kept her secret. Through it all I kept it, but she still couldn’t trust me?

  Then realization sinks in. “You’re acting rather blasé about the whole thing.”

  Nate snorts, his finger running over his upper lip. “We know where she is, Tillie. Make no mistake, we will always know where either of you are.”

  I lick my lips. “And?”

  His jaw clenches. “She’s in New Zealand.”

  We stay quiet the rest of the drive. Four hours later, we’ve pulled off the main highway and onto a private road. Trees burst out the soil that lines the perfectly manicured road.

  “I don’t remember it being this well kept out here.”

  Nate exhales as we all pull to the front of the cabin. The same cabin we were all at when Nate and I first got together and the same night I found out about my mother.

  Heavy logs act as pillars and surround the wrap-around porch, to where I know floor to ceiling glass walls line the front of the main living room inside.

  We climb out, shutting the door. I walk forward, my heels clicking across the road.

  “Little terror, wearing heels to a cabin?” Brantley quirks his eyebrow at me.

  “I know,” I murmur, my eyes going to Abel briefly as I give him a soft smile. “Bailey is bringing me some more.”

  Brantley chuckles. “That cousin of mine is a royal pain in my fucking ass.”

  “Daddy Bran Bran. So full of secrets….”

  His eyes turn to slits and I quickly run up the front steps.

  “You can’t run fast in those heels, Princessa! I would put that smart mouth on a leash if I was you!”

  I giggle, pushing the front door open and step inside. The fireplace is going, candles lit around the room and the mantels all polished.