Page 90 of Conquered (Highgate Preparatory Academ:y Compendium)
CHAPTER ONE
LILLY
W hat was Mum doing in that picture? And why was it hanging in Loki’s dad’s office of all places?
The drive to the private airstrip is quiet, both myself and Loki lost in our thoughts as the scenery flashes past our window.
“Hey, Pretty Girl,” Loki’s familiar drawl washes over me like a gentle breeze, bringing me back to the present.
“Penny for your thoughts?” he asks in a terrible British accent, and a groaning giggle escapes me as he takes my hand in his warm one, squeezing it.
As always, butterflies dance in my stomach at his touch, my body heating at his nearness.
I stare into his beautiful emerald eyes, and although there’s laughter there, there is also a genuine concern for my well-being, and it makes me love him that much more.
“I can’t stop thinking about that picture, Loki,” I confess, desperate for him to give me answers that I know he doesn’t have, but I can’t help voicing my worries anyway. “Why was she with all of your mothers? What was she doing at that Black Knight gala?”
He sighs, rubbing his fingers over my knuckles, soothing me with his gentle caress as he scoots closer. We’re riding in style, in a black limousine with glasses of bubbling champagne sitting in door holders, and the soft sounds of Sacrifice by Black Atlas and Jessie Reyez, coming over the speakers.
“I don’t know, Lilly. But Adrian went to Highgate, and you said he had friends here, so perhaps it was something to do with that?
” He ends on a question, and although I wish otherwise, I know that he only knows as much as I do.
I can feel a headache beginning to form behind my eyes, and I lower my head, rubbing my temple with my free hand.
I don’t know why it’s bothering me so much.
It just doesn't feel right. Mum never told me that she spent any time here, even to visit Adrian. But, then again, she didn’t tell me about Adrian either, so what the fuck do I know?
A flash of anger towards her flares within me, my jaw clenching with the effort it takes not to lash out.
I’m unnerved by all the secrets, the lies. I didn’t even know I had an uncle for fuck’s sake! And when I think back on it, she told me nothing about her past, where she came from. About her family, my family. I had a right to know.
“Hey, where’d you go, baby?” Loki whispers as his other hand comes to my face, his fingers turning my head up and towards him so that I’m looking at his face once again.
My fingers fall away from my temple, landing in my lap.
His eyes soften at whatever he sees in mine.
“Don’t be pissed at her, Pretty Girl. I’m sure she had a good reason for not telling you about her past,” he assures me gently.
“How do you know that?” I question, not even surprised anymore that he can read me so easily. For all of his carefree attitude, he’s incredibly empathetic, especially where I’m concerned.
“Because she raised you, and I know that you would do anything to protect the ones that you love,” he tells me, his fingers caressing the side of my face and causing my breath to hitch.
One second, I am looking at the sweetest, most understandable man alive, and the next, a decidedly devious gleam enters his eyes.
“Loki…” I start to scold when he leans in, his luscious lips hovering over mine until I can taste him on my next inhale. And boy, do I take a deep breath of him, breathing in his taste of naughty deeds, and passionate kisses at sunset.
“What you need, Pretty Girl, is a distraction,” he informs me, his mouth caressing mine in the barest of touches that sends tingles skittering all over my body, my nipples pebbling in my bra. I’m reminded of Halloween night, in the back of Jax’s truck, my nerve endings stirring at the memory.
“Loki…” And I truly mean it to be another reprimand, but it comes out as a moan when the hand that is holding mine moves to my inner thigh, bringing both our fingers up to dance at the edge of my knicker line under the pinafore dress I foolishly chose to wear today. Talk about easy fucking access.
“Shhh…” he murmurs against my lips. “Stop thinking, and just feel, Lilly,” he orders me in a husky tone.
“The driver, Loki,” I manage to choke out as he brings our fingers underneath the silk, running them along my slit, which admittedly is already slick with arousal. A groan slips out of my lips, try as I might to hold it back, I can’t. Not with him.
“Can’t hear or see us, baby,” he tells me, and I glance over to see that the blacked out divider is up. A second later, his hand leaves my jaw, and the music turns up, PILLOWTALK by Zayn blares over the speakers. “Now, spread those pretty thighs for me.”
I whimper as I obey, helpless to resist. His breath hisses out between his teeth at the same time mine does when our fingers dip inside my inner lips and find me fucking soaked.
“Shit, Pretty Girl,” he groans, slipping both of our middle fingers inside me, moving them in tandem, and rubbing at the rough spot inside that makes me squirm.
All thoughts fly out of my head as pure delicious pleasure ripples through me, my juices sliding down both our hands.
“Loki…” I moan, knowing that I sound like a broken record, but giving no shits as he picks up the pace. Zings of electricity shoot through me as we finger fuck my pussy in earnest, the wet sounds almost as loud as my moans, which are rivalling Zayn right now.
“That’s it, come all over our fingers, baby. I want you to coat both our fucking hands with how hot I make you,” he whispers huskily in my ear, then moves down to start sucking and nibbling my neck.
“Fuck!” I exclaim, the nails of my other hand digging into my palm as the crest crashes over me, dragging me with it, and obeying him to the letter as I cover both our hands in my liquid release.
“Fuck me. I need to be in you now, Pretty Girl,” he groans, removing our hands and pushing me down so that I’m lying on the plush leather seat with him kneeling in between my spread thighs.
Looking down at me with hooded eyes, he unbuttons his jeans, his thick, pierced, rock-hard cock springing free unencumbered by any underwear, as is his preference.
Taking out a condom packet from his back pocket— this man is always prepared to fuck.
Well, when he’s fully awake that is —he opens it, taking the rubber out and rolling it over his hard member.
Her Vagisty clenches at the sight, desperate to have him fill us. We agree on that, at least!
He looks back up at me, a devilish smirk on his beautiful full lips as he grabs the leg that is pressed up against the seat, and places it over his shoulder, doing the same to the other one, making the skirt of my pinafore dress bunch around my waist.
Loki leans down so that I am basically folded in half— yay for yoga!
—he moves the silk of my knickers aside, lining up his tip with my opening.
He looks back up, captivating me with eyes full of emerald fire, as he slides torturously slowly inside me, making us both groan aloud with intense pleasure.
“Fucking hell, Pretty Girl,” he groans, his hands coming up on either side of my face. “You feel so fucking good.” Thrust. “Every.” Thrust. “Damn.” Thrust. “Time.”
He moans, beginning to move in and out of me with a rhythmic undulation of his hips, lowering down onto his forearms, his lips hovering over mine.
The deeper angle makes me gasp, my hands grasping his biceps as wave upon wave of sublime pleasure rolls over me.
If fucking was an Olympic sport, Loki would win the gold every time.
I'm so wet that there's no resistance as he starts to thrust harder, driving into me, the sounds of our fucking competing with our moans and gasps.
“Loki...Fuck, Loki. I'm going to come,” I rasp as I feel the burn of another orgasm start in my core. Loki moves his head, his lips next to my ear.
“That's it. Come all over my dick, baby,” he growls out, pounding harder, and then biting my neck seconds later, triggering another release.
Stars flash across my eyes, my body tightening around him as I self-combust with a husky yell, uncaring at this point if the driver hears us.
He follows me into oblivion moments later, groaning out his own climax, buried to the hilt inside me.
He lets my legs down, not letting his cock slip out, placing gentle kisses on my neck, throat, and lips.
We lie like that, rumpled and spent, for what feels like hours, but in reality can only be twenty minutes at most, until the car begins to slow down.
Loki rolls up and out of me, kneeling and staring down at me, his expression one of pure male satisfaction.
“I must look like a hot fucking mess!” I laugh out, still feeling a little boneless, and not really that worried about my freshly fucked appearance.
“You look fucking hot, Pretty Girl,” he says licking his lips. “I would fuck you again right now if we didn't have places to be.”
Leaning back and opening one of the many compartments the limo has in its interior, he grabs out a warm damp cloth— don’t even ask why they have those in here, ignorance is bliss, my friends —and reaches down between my legs, wiping it along my still sensitive folds.
My breath hisses out at the contact, which only makes him chuckle. Bastard.
“We’ve arrived, sir,” a male voice says over the speakers.
“Thanks, Tom,” Loki replies, but there’s a shit eating grin on his face as he holds my glower. It takes me a second to realise that he didn’t move from his position kneeling above me. My eyes widen and he chuckles. “Whoops. Looks like I forgot to turn off the two-way speaker.”
Fucking exhibitionist donkeycock ballbag!