I punish her body, swallowing her moans. Her nails scrape at the flesh on my back, and it makes me pound her harder.
“Fuck me, Rhett. Fuck me harder, harder—take this pussy,” she begs. She’s a fucking horny little nympho. I thought I liked to fuck a lot, but she barely lets me eat, sleep, function. “I’m coming,” she pants, her body tensing, her pussy walls gripping my dick like a vice. I follow her over, collapsing my sweaty skin against hers.
“You monster.” She strains beneath me, giggling and squirming.
“Don’t move. You’ll make me hard again,” I grunt.
“Mmm…really?” She wiggles.
“You’re insatiable.” I nibble her ear, and she giggles more. Damn, I love that sound.
“Let’s eat and then fuck again.” I lift myself off her and slip my dick out.
My mother was having a night in at the new house and Chasity’s dad was off at some retreat or motel while the wicked stepmother is at her family’s estate—which meant an empty place for us to take advantage of.
The video didn’t go viral. It never went farther than Lillan’s office.
We were both surprised she didn’t use it to sabotage our relationship by showing Chas’s dad, but there hasn’t even been a squeak about it from her.
“I bought groceries.” Chastity slaps my ass, hurrying past me to the bathroom.
“You’ll pay for that,” I shout after her, pulling off the condom and tossing it in her trashcan. I have to remember to empty that before I leave.
Pulling on some track pants, I wince when the fabric brushes over my new tattoo. It’s only visible by the red raised skin, which will settle down. And then, without a black light, you won’t even know it’s there.
My hip adorns The Elite logo with Lust written beneath it.
The task considered complete, I was initiated fully without having to do anything or being able to refuse. After what God did for me with Chastity, lying about him being behind the video and my insistent shit to make him join, I couldn’t leave him alone in this. I doubt we will ever know who sent that video in, but it doesn’t matter now. I’m an Elite Seven member, and I got the girl.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I make my way to the kitchen and open the fridge. All my favorite food stares back at me. “I love you, baby,” I say aloud, even though she’s upstairs showering and can’t hear me.
Pulling out the makings for a sandwich, I nearly drop the food when the front door crashes open.
Grabbing a knife from the knife block, I march into the foyer and my feet skid to a stop.
Pride stands before me, wild eyed and covered in…is that…blood? Rush fills the doorway seconds later.
“What happened to you?”
“Where the fuck is she?” he growls.
“Who?” I ask manuevering my body toward the stairs to block them off. If he means my girl, he’ll have to kill me to get to her. The scary fucking thing about that is he looks crazed enough to attempt it.
“Lillian,” he roars, grabbing a vase from the hall table and throwing it against the wall. It shatters into a million pieces across the foyer.
The floor above me creaks.
Pride’s crazy eyes follow the noise. “Where is Lillian?” he barks to Chastity, who is clutching a towel to her body, shaking from tip to toe.
“She’s at her family’s place. It’s just us two here, man,” I placate, holding up my hands, the knife still in my grip. Awkward.
“Tell me what the fuck is going on,” I demand. “Whose blood is that?”
He doesn’t answer, he just slams out the same way he came in.
Whose fucking blood was that?