Page 214 of Conquered

“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 Liesby 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.