“Loki, please. I’m so close,” I say, begging him for release as I turn back to him.
“Add another finger,” he orders, his voice harsh as he, too, is close to another climax. I can hear it in the strain of his voice, see it in the way his hand furiously pumps his cock, precum glistening at the tip.
“Shit, yes,” I say on a gasp as I do as he says. The sounds my pussy makes, wet and sucking, are obscene, filling the car with the scent of sex. “Loki, yes!” I scream as I fracture into a thousand pieces, my release coating my hand and the leather seat beneath me.
I slump down, my entire body liquified as I ride my orgasm, my fingers slowing, leaving my pussy twitching in the afterglow. I hear Loki grunt, and watch as he catches his climax in his hand, his face blissful.
“Give Jax a taste, baby,” Loki commands breathlessly, and I manage to rouse myself to follow this one last order.
Placing my wet fingers against Jax’s lips, I sigh as he opens his mouth, his tongue licking my fingers from base to tip, before he takes them into his mouth one at a time, sucking them clean.
“I fucking hate you both,” he grumbles once he’s finished, fixing his pissed off stare at me then Loki. “We’re here, and I’ve got a raging fucking hard-on.”
I giggle, reaching over for the wipes that Loki is holding out and cleaning up, then straightening my dress. My laughter is short-lived, however, when I look past Jax’s head, up at the imposing mansion. It’s not the grandeur of the building that kills my humour, but the man standing at the top of stone stairs.
In the low light, shadows play across his face until he’s nothing but a wraith, a monster, the kind that lives in the darkness and comes out to steal the souls of innocents. I see out of the corner of my eye, both guys turn to look in the direction that I am, but I’m unable to take my glower from that of the man standing there, a demon’s smirk on his face.
“Well, there goes my boner,” Jax ruefully sighs, and the joke is so unexpected coming from him, that it breaks the spell I’m under, and I turn back to him, my brows raised.
“Jax Griffiths, I love you,” I say, leaning over and placing a kiss on his lips, tasting myself on him.
“I love you too, Baby Girl,” he mumbles into my mouth, his words flowing into me and giving me strength for the night ahead.
I hear the back door open and shut, then a blast of cold air hits my back as my door is opened. Turning, I see Loki, lined in moonlight and the yellow glow of the outside lights.
“Come. let’s go dine with the devil and his minions,” he says, his hand outstretched.
Here’s hoping we have long enough spoons.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
LILLY
The winter chill hits my skin, goosebumps pebbling all over my arms and back as I take Loki’s hand, and he leads me up the front steps. They look like marble, grey veins running through them until they have the appearance of bone in the moonlight. When we reach the top, the devil himself is there to greet us, columns of marble on either side of him.
“Welcome to Vanderbilt Manor,” Julian welcomes me, all charm and lethal smiles, his hands outstretched to encompass the grand home behind him.
The mansion reaches up so high that I can’t see the top and is made from the same bone coloured marble. It stretches either side of us, seeming to disappear into the distance, it’s that vast. I can appreciate the beauty in its history, but it’s austere, all hard lines and harsh decoration. There’s nothing soft and welcoming here.
He walks towards me, stepping right into my personal space, his hand going around my waist as he tries to pull me away from Loki, who keeps a firm grasp of my hand. I shiver, and not from the cold when his thumb traces the bare skin at my back.
“Exquisite, as always, Darling,” he whispers against my cheek, placing a soft kiss there that leaves bile in my throat. I don’t know if I misheard, or if he purposefully left off the ‘Miss,’ but I’ve never disliked my surname before now. He cheapens it, making it sound like an endearment he has not, will not, earn the right to use.
His lips linger on my cheek for a second too long, his hand too, before he steps away and frowns down at Loki’s hand, still clutching mine as he steps forward beside me, Jax coming up on my other side. They encase me in their scents, vanilla and citrus, lending me the strength to shake off Julian’s inappropriate touch.
“Boys,” he says dispassionately, nodding at them both. “Shall we?” Holding out one arm, he indicates that we follow him as he heads inside, a butler closing the door softly behind us.
The grand entrance hall is huge, but dark despite all of the lights, of which there seem to be hundreds. The walls are painted a deep navy, adding to the dark and gloomy feel, and huge portraits of presumably the Vanderbilt ancestors line the walls. The floors are black and white chequered marble, and there’s a double staircase, also in marble, leading to the next floor. We pass by several dark wood doors, all closed, and although there must be heating somewhere for the air feels warm, shivers climb up and down my body at the coldness of the interior. There’s no life here, only pictures of the long dead.
Julian stops in front of a set of wooden doors, which open from the inside as if by magic, although as we pass through, I see more liveried servants. We enter a vast dining room, panelled in dark wood with more portraits lining the walls and a huge marble fireplace on one wall.
An impossibly long table sits in the middle of the room, lit candelabras along its centre, and sparkling glasses, plates, and silverware in front of each chair. It looks as though we are the last to arrive, as most of the chairs at the far end are full with whom I assume are the guys’ parents and members of Black Knight Corporation. Everyone looks up as we enter, and I find myself wanting to shift under their scrutiny. Julian leads us past the empty chairs, stopping in front of the head of the table.
I find Kai sitting ramrod straight next to an older, distinguished looking gentleman, with salt and pepper hair and a very eighties moustache.Gross. Kai’s honey eyes are dark, and when he meets mine, it takes everything in me not to react. Not to run to him and drag him away, never to return. He has the look of a man who is drowning, desperate for air but unable to reach the surface. My hand tightens on Loki’s, and he follows my gaze, a frown drawing his perfect brows together.
“Lilly, may I introduce Stephen Matthews, Kai’s uncle,” Julian says, and I look to the side, finding eyes similar to Kai’s staring back at me. “He stepped up when Kai’s parents tragically lost their lives in that fatal car accident, all those years ago.”
Stephen nods his head, his eyes devoid of...anything. There’s no warmth there, or even dislike. There’s nothing, and I feel cold all over. It’s like being stared at by a shark who doesn’t care if you live or drown in the watery depths.