Page 36 of Black Hearts
Yeah, that’s what I’d do.
Once the decision was made, it wasn’t too much longer before my muscles began to shudder. My back quivered, my lungs letting out a husky groan. Everything in me went haywire, and I pushed down on her cunt, shoving my cock into her as much as I could. My cock twitched, hot waves of pleasure shooting through me over and over as cum shot out of my tip, straight into her core.
My girl. My Juliet. She could sit with my cum in her when the others came back.
I breathed hard, slow to regain myself after that particularly strong orgasm. Though I didn’t want to pull out of her, though I knew I could go at her again and again and never tire of it, I did just that. I rolled off her, landing on the bed beside her, my cock still very much hard, its length coated in her slick. It didn’t bother me in the least; I rather liked the idea of her arousal smeared all over me. It would serve as a reminder of what we were, what I wanted, what I would fight until the end for.
Even if that meant going against my father to do it.
Juliet looked over at me, turning her head on the pillow to do it. She didn’t say anything, but I did: “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“A little, but it’s okay,” she whispered. “I…” She paused, and I met her blue stare, noting how hesitant she was. “I thought I’d never see any of you again. I thought I was going to die. I want to go home, Markus.” Her hand closed the distance between our bodies, curling around my lower forearm.
“My father’s still there, and he won’t leave unless we do something drastic.”
“Like what?”
“I’m working on it.” I sat up, swung my legs over the edge of the bed, and sat there, my back hunched for a few moments. Juliet struggled to do the same, though I didn’t know why. She should rest, especially after that fucking. “Stella and Theo are handling the house and everyone in it. They’re… I believe they’re working on making sure everyone is loyal to me.”
Juliet had scooted to be closer to me, but she had to lean her body on the dingy headboard of the bed. “Why wouldn’t they be loyal to you?”
“It isn’t so much that they’re checking everyone is loyal to me. It’s more that they are making sure if they’re forced to choose, they choose me over my father.” I turned my head to look at her. “If there’s enough of them, if the majority of the family chooses me, my father will have no reason to stick around. We could force him into retirement again. There’s no way he could replace all of us.”
Juliet sounded concerned. “Are you sure?” She knew, more than most, that you could never really count on your father for anything, especially when your father was a raging psychopath.
“I have aunts and uncles, but there’s a reason why my father was the one ruling the family before me. They… they’re not built for doing what we do. Imagine Bennet on his worst day, but worse. Totally unreliable. Not stable in the least. They have their own things going on. I don’t think any of them would want to come to Midpark and help my father with his empire.”
Her voice grew quiet. “I didn’t know you had aunts and uncles.”
I smirked, though it was mirthless. “There are Scotts in more places than you think.”
“Do you think everyone would side with you? Are you worried some won’t?”
I got up, walked around to the other side of the bed, and started to put on my clothes. Juliet watched me, her eyes dipping low, taking in the sight of my cock—and once that was covered, my bare torso. “If you look at the data, at our bank accounts, at our connections, the fact is I’ve increased everything tenfold since taking over. My father can’t deny that. He can try, but he’ll look stupid if he does.”
Juliet’s lips curled into a soft smile. “So you’re better at his job than he was?”
“Basically.”
“You’re better, and he still told you to go?”
“No, he said if I wanted you so badly, then I should go. So I left.” I pulled my arms into my shirt, pausing before buttoning. “I should have left immediately. I shouldn’t have let Fred take you to begin with.”
Juliet looked down. “It’s okay. You didn’t know what he’d do.”
I shook my head, saying, “No, I didn’t, but I suspected, based on his previous behavioral patterns. That’s why I wanted you at the estate, Juliet. It’s why I had Jaxon bring you to me to begin with. You were older, in the age range Fred likes. Someone like that… not even family is safe from him. He proved that with your mother.” I put on my watch after buttoning my shirt, though I didn’t tuck it in to my pants or put on my belt.
“If you thought that would happen, why not bring me to you sooner?”
I stopped. All that was left, other than my belt, was my tie and my suit jacket, along with my shoes, but that question hit me a little too hard. I said, “Get up. I’ll help you get dressed.” When she didn’t move, I went to her, offered her my hand, and helped her off the bed. I brought her to the pile of clothes she’d shed earlier; I assumed it would be better for her to continue to wear baggier clothes until her body healed somewhat and was less sore.
Juliet let me help her. I went to grab her panties, kneeling down before her and holding them open so she could step through them leg by leg. Once she was in them, I worked them up her legs and over those soft thighs.
As I worked on her pants, I said, “I have limits, unlike my father. I don’t do anything involving children, whether that’s killing or… other things.” I zipped up the jeans and buttoned them, then bent to grab her shirt. It had gotten inside-out, so I had to undo it before helping her into it. “I worried that if I brought you to me earlier, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself.”
I was under no illusions. I was no hero. I never would be. There were heroes and then there were monsters, the villains who were far more interesting. Morally corrupt. No hero would ever admit to that.
“At that masquerade,” I paused, helping her pull her hair out of the shirt, “I wanted to. I wanted to take you with me that night, but you were fifteen. Too young.”
