Page 46 of Dark Consequences

Like a key, her consent unlocks my hesitation and frees the beast in me.

Dropping her hands, I lower mine to skim over her thin shirt. Her taunt nipples strain against the fabric, and I purposely flick one as my hand moves farther down. She hisses from the shock of pleasure and buries her hands in my hair, pulling my face to hers. She nips at my bottom lip as if she means to pay me back for my behavior before crushing her lips to mine, her tongue diving in to trace every inch of my mouth.

The devil on my shoulder purrs in approval at the domineering move because it means she’s letting go of her darkness to play in mine, and I’m more than eager to show her exactly how well I play.

I wrap one hand around her back, securing it between her shoulder blades to hold her in place while my other dances along the hem of her loose pajama pants. Lily rolls against me again when my hand slips beneath the waistband and brushes against her center. My fingers explore, sliding between her slit, pleased when she instinctively opens more for me. She’s so wet and ready for me, I practically come in my pants from the mere thought of how she’ll feel wrapped around my cock. Her tight, slick heat envelops my finger as I sink one into her while I swipe my thumb over her pulsing and swollen clit.

“Holy fu—” she moans, unable to finish her sentence before I cover her mouth. The pantry door may be closed, but that doesn’t mean the house lacks listening ears.

“You need to be quiet, Lily pad,” I whisper when I finally let her up for air. “No one else will hear your pleasure but me.”

Her response is to grab my face and capture my lip between her teeth, nibbling and sucking on the flesh. I add another finger and increase the pressure on her clit. When she bites down harder, the taste of copper explodes in my mouth, and I know she has broken my skin. But before she can try to pull away, I push forward so she tastes my blood. I’ll happily bleed for her if it means she never has to.

I feel her tighten, her walls enveloping my fingers in a viselike grip I know is going to feel like heaven around my cock. She shudders, and I know she’s close. I move from her lips to spread open-mouthed, teeth-nibbling kisses down her jaw when the door suddenly opens, and a voice I forgot existed snaps out.

“What the hell is going on here?”

22

Lily

“It’s a good thing you’re getting these behaviors out of your system now, Raphael,” Emilia remarks in a snarky tone.

I hastily try to pull away from Raphael, winning against him when he fights to hold on. Hiding behind him, I straighten my clothes in an attempt to compose myself. Silly to do when we were caught with our hands in the cookie jar…literally.

“And what exactly do you mean by that?” Raphael demands.

“Well, I expect our marriage not to just be on paper. I won’t tolerate you straying. Even to one as…old as she is.”

I freeze. Raphael assured me they were not engaged. That it was a marriage arranged when Michael was believed sterile. He’s never even seen or met Emilia. When the truth about Michael and Rose was revealed, Raphael’s father did the right thing and dissolved the engagement. Only Emilia doesn’t seem to understand or accept that. For whatever reason, she believes that this little trip of hers will ignite some feelings between them. But calling me old? That’s not only rude, it’s also unacceptable.

Raphael must feel the same because he doesn’t hide his disdain when he says, “Old? I’d rather be with her than tied down to a child like you.”

I don’t need to see Emilia to know she’s mad, but a loud alarm rings through the house before she can say anything back.

“What is that?” I have to shout for Raphael to hear me.

Raphael turns around and bends close to my ear. “I need you to go get Mei, then find Rose or my sister and stay with them.”

“Why? What’s going on?”

“That alarm means someone has breached the island security. Come on, I’ll take you to the stairs.”

Raphael grabs my hand and pulls me after him, brushing past Emilia, who’s standing there with her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. We hurry through the house to the foyer. Michael and Enzo are already there at the base of the stairs. Enzo is talking to someone on the phone but acknowledges us with a nod in our direction.

“What happened?” Raphael demands.

“All I know is a body has been dropped off at the gate,” Michael replies before his eyes fall on me behind Raphael.

Raphael turns to me. “Hurry upstairs and find Mei and the others.”

“I will, but—”

“No buts, Lily. This is dangerous. Go now.”

“I know, but—”

“Lily,” he warns in a gravelly tone. “Do not make me throw you over my shoulder, and—”

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