Chapter 8

Brotherhood Mansion

Soren

It's adorable that Taylor thinks I'm not on to her. I've spent years observing others. The silent twin, who is always in the shadows, is how I've been described. Most dangerous predators are patient, observant, and they attack without giving any warning. Which is exactly what's happening here. I'm playing along, keeping silent, but ever watchful. I noticed her body language after she learned the history of our father. What happened when he was a Delta Pi Theta and how he shared the woman he loved.

And how her fate turned out.

A simple check of her browser history proved my suspicions. She's preparing to make a run for it. I do love a good chase. But not now, and not because she thinks I could ever do that to her. How does she still not get it? I don't have any emotions other than indifference or rage, but for her I love. I feel for Taylor. I care deeply about Steffan, but with him it's because he is part of me. He's my other half. Of course I love him. Taylor is a different love, one that is all consuming and deadly. Because I would both kill and die for her. One might argue that I was raised on being a substitute for the Grim Reaper, but I'd even do something harder for her. I'd live and let live. I'm not a man of mercy or empathy. Taylor holds the power over me to spare others. If she told me to wash my hands and never allow them to be covered in blood again, I would.

For her, I would.

After hacking into her laptop, I discovered she's been researching places for relocation, changing her name, transferring credits, and… being pregnant.

At first I assumed it was to understand our enemy, but she's become withdrawn and seems exhausted all the time. I noticed her wrinkling her nose and gagging the other day over the smell of barbecued chicken. And she's late for her period. We were having sex all the time, and I enjoyed coating my cock in her blood. Steffan and Lee weren't crazy about it, so during those days I was the one to get extra messy while they preferred her mouth and each other. It's been well over a month. I know we've been busy and stressed, especially with Steffan's pet missing, but she's late.

Taylor is pregnant and it's one of ours. If you learn from history, then it isn't destined to repeat itself. We're different from our fathers. For one, I don't give two shits about The Illicit. Second, I will dice up into pieces anyone who attempts to harm her, and serve them as a kabob to Allison. Third, I'm not scared of death. I will die for the family. I will die for my family—Taylor and Steffan… and whatever little spawn she gives me.

Now I need to convince her of this. I don't feel I should have to because she should fucking know. But whatever. It only slightly pisses me off that she could be carrying my brat, or even thinks she is, yet hasn't said anything. I get why she might be hiding it, but I can't stand sneaky shit or secrets. The air needs to be cleared. I want to reassure her. But how do I do that without confessing my own sneaky shit and secrets of hacking into her private property and spying?

I take my time going up the stairs to her room in the mansion. I mull over every possible outcome. There's only one way to leave her with no doubt where I stand in this relationship, and her life. Waving a dismissive hand to the security guards we have in the bedroom hallways, I tell them, "Go enjoy a break."

The door opens to Taylor's room. "I thought I heard you."

"May I come in?"

She gives me that sweet, shy smile and it's a shot straight to my dark heart. She opens the door farther and takes a step back. "Of course."

"I'm surprised you didn't make me beg. You've been distant here lately. A little secretive."

Taylor closes the door, but I reach around her and lock it. Standing over her, she's forced to look up at me as she speaks. "I don't think anyone could make you beg."

"I beg to differ."

She giggles, and it was worth cracking that ridiculous joke. "What can I help you with, Soren?"

"Taking my cock and putting it inside you. I'm desperate and going borderline insane with need for you." Taylor takes a step back and blushes. I cup her cheek and my chest tightens. "You are so beautiful. Especially when your cheeks turn pink." Licking my bottom lip, I lean closer so our lips are almost touching. "Do you know what else on your body is pretty and pink?"

She gasps, and before she can scold me for suggesting she has a pretty pussy, which she does, I seize the opportunity to give her an open-mouth kiss.

"Soren…" She pulls back enough to speak. Her breath is warm against my lips with each word. "What's going on?"

Pressing my erection against her, I tease, "I think you know."

"It's just… is it wrong if I want to while Lee is missing? Captured. Possibly being tortured."

I lean my forehead against hers. "Little Mouse, we can't do anything for Lee right now. However, you can save me from suffering. You hold all the power to end my torture."

"You're terrible."

"Despicable, even. I'm not denying it."

She searches my eyes. My heart is hammering in my chest. It would be so easy to lean forward again, but I won't. She needs to make the next move. Kick me out, or invite me to her bed, I'll respect her decision.

Taylor raises up and presses her soft lips against mine. Thank God. I don't require any more convincing. Keeping our lips sealed, I scoop her up and carry her across the room.

Lying on her bed we become a tangle of moans and moving body parts. Groping and removing clothing, our fingers can't decide if they want the clothes off instantly, or are too impatient and can't resist feeling one another.

My cock is throbbing with desire, but she's in control. I've given myself over to her and she's setting the pace. From the way she's starting to manhandle me, it seems I wasn't the only one desperate and built up with need. I hug her to my chest and cherish that she's here safe… and soon I'll be balls deep inside her.

I moan when I feel slender fingers wrapping around my cock.

"Are you watching?" she asks in that innocent voice, but the look in her eyes is anything but. And doesn't that just get my dick even harder.

"I'm watching, baby."

We watch as she slides down, her body stretching to accommodate me until she takes my full length. When she's fully seated, we both moan. I grip her hips and rasp, "You take me so well."

"Maybe because I was made for you."

Her pussy tightens and I about come right then. I try to respond. Say something back to her, like damn right you were, but she begins to rock her hips. My vision goes white. It's been too long. I'm feeling too much right now.

She calls out my name and I lose the battle. I'm ashamed. I wanted to have her in twenty different positions and give her multiple orgasms. But I came after a couple of pumps.

I roll her over and stare into her eyes. "Is my weight crushing you?"

"A little but I love it."

"I'm–I'm sor– Listen, I–"

Taylor takes pity on me and interrupts what I was going to say, "That was wonderful."

"For me, hell yeah. But… Did you?" She bites down on her bottom lip and nods. "Really? Are you sure? I mean, it felt like you did, but I was busy seeing stars and trying not to…"

"If you really feel guilty, then I guess you'll just have to try again."

Try again? "They say if at first you don't succeed, then try again, and again, again." I kiss her neck and keep saying "again" between kisses.

My phone rings and Taylor shoves me off. "Go check your phone! It could be news!"

It could be… but it could also be bullshit. Unfortunately, I know she's right because I'm not the person you call with bullshit. In fact, I'm the last fucking person you call unless it's really important.

I reach over the bed and grab my pants to pull my cell out. It's Steffan asking where I am. I tell him the truth: I'm about to pump my second load into Taylor.

Steffan: Enjoy your alone time while you can. I'm on my way.

Me: Oh, I plan to.