Page 86 of Black Hearts
“Ah, perhaps we should lock the door, then, so no one else barges in and sees me balls-deep in you.” His crass words made me blush, and I didn’t get the chance to say anything. One of his arms fell to my backside, cupping the curve of my butt and picking me up as he stood. He held me against his body and walked around his desk, heading to the door, whose lock he then flicked.
Every part of me grew hot in anticipation. This… this was how it was always supposed to be. He was the man who I’d dreamed of for so long, and I would never, ever run from him. Submit, surrender, and succumb. I could do nothing else when it came to Markus Scott. He’d taken me, claimed me, and changed my whole world.
As Markus carried me back to his desk, I knew one thing for certain.
Well, two, if you included the fact that Markus was about to go at me like a hungry animal who hadn’t eaten in days. The other thing…
I couldn’t wait to see what life had in store for us next.
Chapter Fourteen – Markus
Juliet had tried to get all of us on the same page. I’d known for a while what it was she wanted to do, what she wanted all of us to do. I was a creature of habit, and to do what she wanted would go against everything I used to swear up and down I would never do. Although, it wasn’t too far of a leap from where we already were.
As it was: I was sharing her. Something I had never imagined doing, because when I’d originally had her brought to me, she was meant for me. My hands, my mouth, my cock. Sharing her with anyone in the house hadn’t crossed my mind, except, perhaps, as a punishment.
But we all knew how that had gone.
Fortunately, that was so far in the past no one brought it up. That was the key to moving forward, apparently: never bringing up the past and the mistakes anyone had made. In order to keep going and make progress, you couldn’t keep reverting to the past. Or so said Theo. Personally, I thought it was ridiculous for him to play therapist to a bunch of psychos, but who was I to judge?
He was only doing it for Juliet, anyway. The girl wanted us all to be one big happy family. Not to fight, not to scheme behind each other’s backs… to go against our very possessive, obsessive nature and find true happiness in her and her own happiness with the others.
It was easier said than done, of course. Every so often, when I wasn’t making a concerted effort to put my best foot forward, I caught myself thinking back to the days when I’d forced Jaxon to fuck another woman and come inside her while I filmed it to show Juliet, to when I’d chained Will in the basement after I discovered his nighttime proclivities and beaten him to an inch of his life.
So many times when I could’ve lost her forever. I realized that now. I was lucky she didn’t switch herself off from me, especially after setting Lincoln on her.
Juliet still didn’t like being in the same room as Lincoln, even though a few years had passed. I couldn’t blame her, and I would never force her to be near him, even though he’d only done it because I’d told him to. I’d crossed a line back then, and I knew better than to do something like that again. I wouldn’t risk losing Juliet for good.
It took everyone a long time to overcome their own jealousies, too. They all had them, even Theo. Will had come here years ago because of his jealousy and the actions it had made him take. Jaxon liked to keep his darkness bottled up inside, but he could struggle just like the rest of us. Bennet, out of everyone, had put in the most work to better himself for Juliet, which surprised me—in a good way. I’d assumed for years Bennet was lost to the family, that once he graduated Hillcrest he would be useless.
And if you were useless in this house, there was no point in keeping you here.
But after Juliet, he’d turned himself around. Stopped getting into fights, stopped going out and partying it up on campus every weekend. He even began to get decent grades. Not good grades, but decent enough for him. I never would’ve guessed any girl could provide the kick in the ass he needed to step it up, let alone Juliet.
I could never forget how different from us she was. Even now, she radiated a warmth, a kindness, none of us had. Maybe that’s what had drawn us to her, what kept us close, what made monsters like us fall in love.
Because it had to be. A man only changed his ways out of necessity.
Necessity or love.
It had to be out of love, because why the fuck else would I be here, in Juliet’s room, watching her with Theo? I’d already watched her with Will while she was sleeping, and Jaxon had claimed her virginity all that time ago. And Bennet was a blood brother, so he was out. That left Theo.
This was what she wanted but was too shy to ask for. She wanted us to get along, yes, but she also wanted us to get along in the bedroom. She not only wanted to be shared in a general capacity for our relationship, but also physically.
I didn’t know if I could crawl on that bed with them and join them. I didn’t know if I had it in me to play nice quite like that.
Watching was… not the same as partaking. I wasn’t a voyeur. I didn’t get off on watching her roll around on that bed with Theo. Of course, I did get off on seeing her body heave, those perky tits of hers sway back and forth, but getting off on that was different than doing so simply because two people were having sex ten feet away.
It wasn’t the sex that got my cock hard. It was Juliet. Like always.
And, you know, watching Theo with her was… odd. I mean, all of his movements were slow. He was gentle. Watching them fuck was like watching a Hallmark movie, for fuck’s sake. I knew I was the one who’d decided to stand back and let them go at it first, mainly to make sure I didn’t get into a murderous mood and try to strangle Theo, but fuck. I think I needed to show him how to correctly fuck Juliet.
There was a right way and a wrong way, and vanilla sex was always the wrong way.
“Stop,” I called out, my voice reverberating through the room. Almost instantly, Theo’s thrusting slowed to a halt, and he turned his head over his shoulder to look at me. He was on top of Juliet, missionary style—no shocker there. I reached for the buttons on my suit jacket, slow to undo them. “This is not fucking.”
“Uh,” Theo glanced at Juliet, who his cock was still buried inside. “Then what would you call it?” Juliet, on the other hand, was too busy watching me take off my suit in the same way I always did. A pre-kill, pre-torture ritual that had also become pre-fuck.
“I don’t know. Lovemaking, or some other stupid shit,” I offered, moving to set my folded suit jacket on her nightstand. The tie and watch came off next, then my belt. “She’s much louder when you go at her hard.” I went to pull out my shirt from the waistband of my pants, undoing the buttons starting at the top.
