Page 54 of Dark Consequences

“You feel incredible.” I groan, my hands moving to rest on her hips. “So perfect. So fucking good.”

My words seem to spur her on. Leaning forward, she kisses me, her tongue diving in to battle with mine. It’s a fight I surrender to quickly, my mind too blown by the gorgeous woman riding my cock like she’s at the fucking rodeo on a bucking bronco.

“I’ve missed this,” Lily confesses with a quiver. “I forgot how good it can feel.”

“Holy fuck.” I sit up and capture her mouth, keeping my cock buried inside her. She wraps her legs around me and locks her hands behind my neck, kissing me back with just as much passion. Grinding my pelvis to hers, I brush against her swollen and needy clit with every thrust.

“You’re already close,” I groan against her mouth. “I can feel it. Fuck. Your pussy is squeezing my cock so hard.”

Sliding my hand from her hip to between us, I only need to swipe twice over her clit before she shudders in my arms, the breaths jagged. It doesn’t take me long to follow. She’s barely come down from her orgasm before I explode inside her, filling her with so much cum that if she didn’t have the IUD, I’d wager it was enough to get her pregnant. A vision of her heavily pregnant on the beach, holding Mei’s hand during sunset, comes to my mind, and it’s so realistic. It’s almost like I just saw the future.

Lily collapses against my chest, our sweaty bodies fusing as one with me still buried inside of her. Neither of us is willing or eager to move.

“We need to take another shower,” Lily observes with a soft laugh.

Chuckling, I wrap my arms around her waist and, in one fluid motion, flip her onto her back, driving my already hardening cock back into her.

“How are you ready to go again?” Lily moans even as she wraps her legs around my back and pulls my face down for a kiss that claims my dark soul.

26

Lily

“Raphael is just using you. You know that, right?” a voice asks from behind me. I already know who it is without even turning around, and I’m not in the mood for her. “He’s never going to marry you.”

I turn around and look directly into Emilia’s arrogant face. “That’s funny because from what I know, you’re the only one not marrying Raphael.”

Emilia crosses her arms over her chest, appearing smug. “We’ll see.”

Either the girl is delusional or desperate, and there’s no use arguing with her over a marriage that will only ever occur in her crazy mind.

Raphael explained Emilia to me in more detail after her unexpected arrival the other day. The girl is delusional in thinking she can somehow gain Raphael’s affection. He has no desire to marry a girl her age any more than he did when his father initially made the marriage deal months ago. A contract he quickly dissolved with Emilia’s father when Michael was declared heir once again.

Emilia looks at her perfectly manicured nails, flicking invisible dirt off them before her eyes rise to meet mine. “Enjoy Raphael while you can. Because when he’s done with you, you’ll still be nothing but a dirty and washed-up, used slut.”

I’m tired of her mean-girl attitude and delusional thoughts. “Continue to dream all you want, but it was my pants he had his hand down and my pussy his fingers were buried in. Remember that.”

The furious expression on Emilia’s face as I walk by brings a ray of sunshine to an otherwise gloomy day.

Leaving her behind, I continue down the hall toward the room Mei and I share. She’s just starting to stir when I walk in.

“Hi, Mommy,” she says with a large yawn.

“Morning, Princess,” I greet her before bending down to kiss her forehead. “Are you hungry?”

“Yep!”

We get dressed and head downstairs, or more accurately, Mei bounces down the stairs, and I simply follow.

When we pass the room Dominic died in, I pause in the doorway. The smell of antiseptic and bleach lingers in the air, the table gone along with his body. It’s almost like it never happened…but it did. I may not have known Dominic well or very long, but he was Raphael’s family, his cousin, and a built-in lifelong friend taken too soon and in the cruelest way.

Voices float through the air, coming from the direction of the kitchen, and we follow the sound. Alice stands at the island, stirring a bowl of some mixture. When she notices us, she looks up with red-rimmed eyes and a sad expression.

“Look who’s awake,” she says, trying hard to smile.

“Morning, Alice.”

Mei stands next to Alice, rising on her tippy-toes to try and peer inside the bowl. “What are you making?”

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