Page 123 of Conquered (Highgate Preparatory Academ:y Compendium)
CHAPTER TWENTY
LILLY
I t turns out Loki hadn’t even told the guys— stupid ballbag —and received a few punches when we got back to the dorm after our various gym classes until I managed to calm everyone down with threats of my own brand of violence, i.e. Her Vagisty going on strike.
Grumbling, we all sit on the sofas, a fire roaring in the fireplace, the crackling of burning logs a soothing sound.
The soft beat of Sinead Harnett and GRADES singing If You Let Me washes over us as we clutch mugs of hot chocolate made by Kai, who used freshly shaved chocolate and warm milk.
He usually puts some kind of whiskey in them, but I told him to leave it out of mine, my conversation with Willow playing on my mind.
Kai gives me a considering look, but doesn’t say anything, doing as I asked.
I should tell the guys, but I'm being a coward for now. I’ll wait until I take the test tomorrow.
I snuggle up to Loki, loving his vanilla scent mixing with the cocoa scent of my drink.
His arm wraps around me, pulling me closer and grabbing my legs until I’m draped across his lap.
I decided that she can’t have him, I licked him and he’s mine now, so she can just fuck right off.
Hence the reason he’s here with me and not her, and I don’t give a fuck if she doesn’t like it.
Plus, this is his dorm so she can’t exactly stop him being here anyway.
“I fucking missed you too much, Pretty Girl,” he murmurs, nuzzling the top of my head.
“Well, you’ve got no one to blame but yourself,” I sass back, loving the way his hand tightens on my shoulder and the growl that sounds from his chest. Got to love an alpha!
“Right,” Ash starts, gaining all of our attention.
“Now that, thanks to Lilly, we have a majority share in the company, we need to start putting into place the removal of the current board.” His grey eyes are the colour of flint, hard and unyielding, and a fierce sense of satisfaction floods my body at his words.
“Kai?” he asks, turning to look at Kai, who unsurprisingly has his tablet in hand.
“The easiest way to do it is to set them up. Frame them with a crime, one so bad that they’ll be locked away for a long time, and be forced to step down, giving up any rights, shares, and control of the company,” he tells us, his voice hard, eyes unforgiving.
“And the crime?” I ask, having an inkling of where this is going, but needing to hear it from his lips.
“Murder,” he replies, with no hesitation. “One of the board must die, the others proven to be the murderers, without doubt or question.”
Chills skate across my body, my fingers tingling as they grip my mug, unfeeling of the heat coming from the drink. I look round at the others, matching looks of grim determination on their faces.
“Then we’re in agreement?” Ash questions, asking the room. The guys all reply in the affirmative. “Lilly?” He turns to me, his face hard, but not without sympathy, a thoughtful expression on it. “Are you in?”
“Always,” I reply, my heart beating a solid rhythm in my chest as the weight of what I’ve just agreed to settles on my shoulders.
Loki’s grip around me tightens as Ash gives me a single nod with a gleam of what looks like pride in his eyes.
“Then it’s settled. Any ideas on when? Where?” he asks, and once again, Kai speaks.
“The annual summer fishing trip at Flint Lakes,” he says, looking up from his tablet. “It’s a male-only trip, no wives or girlfriends,” he looks at me apologetically. “So only your dads and my uncle will be there.” I can see the others nodding at his words, but an objection rises in my chest.
“I want to be there, to help,” I say firmly, sitting up straighter. “They’ve threatened my life, are forcing me to marry Ash, and have Loki engaged to that fucking cunt. I have a right to get justice, too. Maybe not as much as you all, but still.”
“You’re so hot when you’re being all bloodthirsty, baby,” Loki croons in my ear, and despite trying not to, I can’t help the grin that takes over my lips.
“We’ve corrupted you good, haven’t we, Baby Girl?” Jax comments next to us, and I turn to beam at him, too.
“Don’t worry, Princess,” Ash assures me, and I turn my head to look into his steel eyes.
“You’ll get your pound of flesh.” I give him a sharp nod in return, his lips twitching in response.
“So for now, we carry on as if nothing is happening. That means, Loki, that you continue with your wedding plans with Amber, keeping your distance from Lilly when out in public.”
Loki and I both stiffen at his words, and even though I know Ash is making sense, it still stings like needles scraping along my skin. But then, I think, maybe this is just a new challenge. One I can definitely rise to.
As if by divine intervention, White Lies by Bolshiee comes over the speakers, the sensual beat and her haunting voice filling me up, leaving me feeling all kinds of wanton.
Breaking Ash’s gaze with a devious smile, I hold my mug up as I swing my legs to straddle Loki’s lap, and his hands immediately come to rest on my thighs. He squeezes gently as my knees come either side of his hips, placing my core over his crotch.
“Princess…” Ash starts, his tone stern. “We’re not done here.”
I just give Loki a suggestive smile, one brow raised, knowing that he’ll be up for the challenge, too. His own lips respond with a devilish grin.
“Naughty, Pretty Girl,” he murmurs with a chuckle, then licks his lips. I pluck at his T-shirt with my free hand.
“Off,” I order, leaning back slightly so that he can comply. He places his mug on the side table, then takes his shirt off in that insanely sexy way guys always do— what’s with that?
He throws the garment aside, giving me a ‘what’s next?’ look. Taking hold of the spoon in my mug—Kai always tops my hot chocolate with lashings of whipped cream and a spoon to eat it with—I fill it with the still scalding liquid, and holding Loki’s stare, begin to drizzle it down his bare chest.
It’s hot enough that he hisses, the noise turning into a moan when I follow the path with my tongue, paying special attention to his nipple piercing. His sweats bulge, his hard length begging to be freed. Patience, Lilly .
Getting another spoonful, I trickle the drink down his chest once again, then proceed to lap the liquid up like a cat with a bowl of cream.
Looking down, there’s an obvious stain of precum on his sweats where the tip of his dick is, the outline of his piercing clear underneath the fabric, and I shudder at the sight.
I’m faring not much better, my silk sleep shorts already soaked, and Her Vagisty practically shouting to be filled.
Settling back into Loki’s lap, I can’t help but grind down on his dick, capturing his mouth with mine, our tongues tangling. I can taste the whiskey from his own drink, and for the first time today, my stomach feels calm.
“Fuck, Pretty Girl,” Loki rasps out, his fingers grazing my nipple through my silk cami top.
“Allow me,” Jax says, taking the mug of chocolate from me, and setting it on a side table on his side.
My nipples start to pebble under Loki’s attention, pressing against the silk of the top, zings of pleasure flashing through me. His hands start to trace along the lace hem, dipping underneath it and taking my top with him until he’s lifting it up over my head and throwing it aside.
“So fucking beautiful,” he rasps out before taking one of my tight buds into his hot mouth, my hips bucking, and his hardness pressing firmly against my silk clad core.
I move against it, creating a delicious friction that begins to drive me wild, and Loki growls, sending delicious vibrations across my breast and straight to my core.
His hands come around to the front of my shorts, and a deep groan sounds in his throat when his fingers find me already dripping.
“Such a good fucking girl, so wet for me already,” he says huskily, making another rush of heat flood my aching pussy.
I’m confused for a second when he withdraws his hand, both hands moving to grip the crotch of my shorts, one in front of the other. Suddenly, I get an inkling of what he’s about to do.
“Loki, don’t you fucking…” I start to say, cutting off at the sound of ripping silk as he tears them in two, opening it up so that I now have two flaps of fabric hanging from my waist, instead of a pair of shorts.
He looks up at me with a wolfish grin on his handsome face.
“You fucker!” I scold, moaning when two of his fingers enter me.
I forget all about my ire as he moves them in and out of my dripping cunt, and I start to ride his hand, seeking him deeper, faster. One of his hands comes up to my throat, in a very Jax-like possessive move reminding me of the other night, and he squeezes gently.
“Oh shit, Loki!” I scream as I come hard and fast, coating his hand and lap with my release, letting go of everything that is going on, all of the shit that surrounds our lives currently, as I spiral into sheer bliss.
“That’s it, baby,” he says roughly, “come all over me like a good girl.” His dirty talk and still thrusting fingers make me orgasm a second time, seeing fucking stars as I writhe and moan on his lap.
Slumping down on top of him, completely spent, I hear his manly chuckle before he whispers in my ear.
“We’re only just getting started, Pretty Girl,” he tells me, his voice giving me shivers at the sensual promise in his words.
He picks me up under my thighs, standing then turning round, all with me wrapped around him like a spider monkey.
Encouraging my legs to go down, he then spins me round so that my back is to his front.
Pushing down between my shoulders until I’m bent right over with my arms resting along the back of the sofa, he gives me all of half a minute, the crinkling of foil sounding behind me, before I feel him nudging my entrance.