Page 92 of The Villain's Beast

Everything hurt and it was perfect, and the folder of papers that were going to save all five of us crashed to the floor as he went rigid above me with a deafening roar. Gideon’s cock thickened and pulsed, spilling burst after burst of cum inside of me. He was so deep it was hard to breathe, and I gasped helplessly against his mouth, fingers scrabbling at his arms for support.

He grunted and moved, reaching between our bodies and curling his massive fist around my erection and squeezing tight enough I saw stars, he milked my own orgasm onto my stomach.

After minutes—or hours—of catching my breath, Gideon dropped his head beside mine on the desk, breathing hard against my ear.

“If you ever try to leave me again, I’ll fucking kill us both,” he warned, biting my ear hard enough blood began to run down the side of my neck.

It was far from an empty threat, but it was one that would never need to be realized. I was going to fight for Gideon with everything I had. Every trick and trap my father had ever taught me, I’d now use to make sure that nothing would ever tear us apart again.

“I’d expect nothing less, Gid. Nothing less.”

Chapter 64

Luca

It took two days for Francis North to show up at Rose Hall. He came like we’d all expected, furious and full of bluster. He slammed the door open with so much force it rattled the house, but I didn’t have it in me to flinch. I closed the book I was reading, a tattered copy ofHamletthat belonged to Gideon. I’d picked it up the night we’d all been together last, reading it slower than normal to drag it out. It had been impossible to pay attention in class, so I’d given up trying, instead choosing to focus on the way the paper of Gideon’s book was rough and worn against my fingertips.

Sometimes, I wondered what they’d both been like as kids, he and Fletcher. Had Gideon always been so quiet? Had Fletcher always been such an asshole? I’d only known Daren as an adult, and he’d only known me as the same. What must it be like to have that much history bearing down on your heart at all times?

Maybe one day, I’d know.

“Where is Gideon?” Francis asked from behind me, the door still swinging open.

I shifted my positioning on the couch so I could get a look at him, his face red and his hair falling out of place. He looked positively frantic.

“He’s at the pool,” I answered, closing my book.

“I need to speak with him; he’s not answering his calls.”

“Probably because he’s at the pool.”

“You’re terribly insolent for a bastard,” he spat, shoving his hair away from his face.

As if he’d somehow been summoned, my cell phone started to vibrate across the coffee table, an incoming call from my father.

“He agrees,” I said, swinging my legs around and picking up the phone. “If you’ll excuse me. My father doesn’t take kindly to being ignored.”

Francis North huffed an indignant noise in the back of his throat, and I answered the call on my way upstairs to my bedroom.

“Hello?”

“Where is Gideon?” my father asked.

I sighed, closing the door to my room behind me and resting my back against the sturdy and cool wood. “He’s at the pool,” I said. “Why?”

“There’s been…some revelations as of recent.”

“Like what?” I asked.

“Just…just stay away from him for a few days.”

I laughed, the suggestion the most ridiculous thing he’d ever said to me. The tattoo in the center of my chest burned like it was a brand. “I can’t juststay away from him, Father.”

“I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I didn’t think you cared.” I rubbed my palm across my sternum, trying to imagine it was Daren’s hand, or Bellamy’s…their touch replacing the permanent mark of a loyalty my father had forced me to wear.

“There’s been revelations,” he said again.