Tacet a Mortuis (Whispers from the Dead) (The Elite King's Club #3)

His hand flew to my chin, his fingers spread out over my cheeks. He stepped into the shower, clothes and boots on and backed me up against the wall. His lips came down to mine and softly brushed over them, sending tingles shooting down to my core. “Am I supposed to tell you those three little words in order for you to feel more secure? Mads? Fuck no!” His fists came up to either side of my head, caging me in. His head tilted, his eyes searching my face. “Do you know how many pieces of shit people tell their partner that they love them but go and do some shady shit behind their back? Do you wanna know what I think of the word love, Kitty? I think it’s bullshit. The word is bullshit, the meaning behind why people say it is bullshit.” His hips pressed forward, his jean-covered cock grinding against my bare pussy. My eyes drifted closed. I felt the tip of his nose near my earlobe. “It’s all a fucking fantasy. Putting words to that feeling doesn’t mean shit. I don’t need words to tell me what the fuck!” he paused, then bit down on my neck. His hands clamped around my upper thighs, hiking me up. I wrapped them around his waist and he slammed me against the wall again, the shower pelting down on us. “I feel.”

His lips went back to hovering over mine. “Open your eyes,” he growled over my lips. Shit. My stomach was doing somersaults and everything south was clenching in angst. “Now, Kitty,” he ordered, his chest rumbling against my nipples. I opened my eyes, ignoring the droplets of water that were slipping through my lashes. His eyes were on mine, his hair soaked from the water and his dark t-shirt clinging to his flesh, curving around every muscle. “I feel something for you, Madison. Something I’ve never felt for anyone—ever. But love isn’t a strong enough word to even come close to what the fuck I feel for you. The word love is the most overused fucking word in the dictionary, and I can say right now that I’ve never told anyone those words ever. Not even my mother.” He paused, and took a breath, his finger brushing over my lips. “But fuck me, Mads. If this is love, then I’ve loved you since the day I first saw you in the cafeteria.” My chest swelled so thick it felt as though my heart was going to pound out of my chest. My eyes were going cross-eyed from looking at his lips. Then his mouth came to mine. I opened up for him slightly, his tongue slipping into my mouth and then he pulled back and searched my eyes. “I love you, too.”

My knees buckled and all feeling below my knees went numb. His grip on my thighs tightened and my head sunk into the crook of his neck. Sobs came slowly.

“You better not be fucking crying, Madison, I swear to God.”

I laughed, bringing my head up to face him. My hands came to his cheeks, and even though it felt as though my throat was raw and swollen from everything that had just happened, I shook my head. “Kiss me.” I had nothing else to say to what he had just said. He hitched me up with one hand and used the other to tug off his shirt from the back of the collar. He threw his shirt out of the shower and his lips smashed into mine. My arms wrapped around the back of his neck as I squeezed him into me more, grinding myself over his belt. His hand reached down as he unbuckled it and tugged them down. His hand brushed over my sex and I moaned, biting down on my lip from his touch. He chuckled and slowly put me back on my feet.

“What’re you doing?” I asked absently, already missing his touch. He dropped down in front of me, his belt unbuckled, his abs tensing from the motion, and hiked my leg over his shoulder. He smirked up at me from below. I moaned again from the view. I was taking a mental photo of this picture, for later use… then his eyes went straight to my core and his tongue came out to lick his lips. He enclosed his mouth over me. I groaned, my head pressing into the hard wall. “Oh my God…” His tongue swirled around my clit and his finger came to my entrance where he sunk it in and curled it, hitting my spot effortlessly. I rode against him shamelessly, my orgasm building at fast speeds. He switched up, his tongue diving inside, and I lost all of my control as my muscles tightened, then released as my orgasm rippled through me. He stood back up, licking his fingers like you would food.

“Come here.” Then he grabbed my legs again and wrapped them around my waist. His lips crashed into mine as he sunk himself inside of me. I tightened around him, still pulsing from the aftershocks of my orgasm, but his intrusion was enough to set me off again.

“Look at me, baby,” he growled, slowly pulling out and then sinking back in. “This is mine. Do you understand?” His motion picked up to a faster pace. “Kitty…” he warned, his hand coming to my throat. “I may love you, but I’ll still fuck you until you’re black and blue. Don’t test my shit, Madison.” His grip tightened around my throat and I choked from the lack of air.

“I’m all yours, Bishop. Forever.”

“No one will touch this. Ever.” He pounded into me relentlessly. I was sure there would be bruising inside from his brutality. Our skin slapped together and sweat leaked out of my pores. His other hand went back to my thigh and he clenched down roughly as his pace picked up again to a feral penetrating motion. My inner thighs were stretched and aching from the roughness of his slamming.

His lips came to my collarbone, and it was enough to unleash my second orgasm. My body jerked painfully yet throbbed blissfully as I came down. His teeth sunk into my flesh and he growled out a low groan, just as his cock jerked inside of me. We stood there for a few more beats, collecting our breaths, then he laughed and stepped backward, pressing a light kiss on my lips. “I’m goin’ need to go get some clothes from Nate’s room.”

“Okay,” I smiled, my cheeks red and my body aching from being fucked to the brink of insanity.

His eyes twinkled, and his lip kinked in a grin. “You ok?”

I rolled my eyes—totally bluffing—“Of course. This isn’t my first rodeo with you.”

He laughed, then got out of the shower, disappearing into Nate’s room. I shut the curtain and bit down on my bottom lip. I couldn’t stop the smile that was spread over my mouth. He loved me. Bishop Vincent Hayes said he loved me. My chest tingled with excitement and it took everything inside of me not to scream in happiness. I felt like a part of me had finally slipped into a puzzle of what was him and I. For almost a year our relationship had done circles, but we had never been here, and it gave me hope for our future. I quickly re-soaped my hands and scrubbed myself down again, even though I really didn’t want to because Bishop’s cologne had left a faint smell lingering over my flesh, then I turned the faucet off and got out, slipping the towel around my body.

“Oh, what the hell did I miss?” Tate said from my bedroom, probably noticing the door. I peeked my head around the broken door to see her entering my bedroom.

Her worried eyes came to mine, and then they softened. “Giiirrllll… I need to know everything.” I guess I was actually smiling from ear to ear.

“You will, but first I need to quickly pack and get changed.”

“And where’s our GQ brooding caveman?”

I hiked my thumb over my shoulder. “Grabbing some clothes from Nate’s room.”

She shook her head and laughed. “This ought to be good.”

She had no idea.





“Ok, so we’ve got enough food for the morning and for the guys if they get hungry later. Now we just need to order pizza’s!” I figured my chat with the old man could wait. The girls looked tired, and I didn’t have the energy for him right now.

Coming to a red light, I thought over where we could grab pizzas that were on the way and were also decent. I smirked. “I have an idea.” Then I slid out my phone and typed out a group text:



Meet us at CK’s



I put my phone on my lap and floored it to the pizza parlor. The girls were a lot quieter this time around than they were earlier in the day. Madison had every reason to be tired, considering, but Tate, I didn’t know. I was getting tired by just watching her brain tick over with all her overthinking. I gave a bit of a shit about Tate because I knew how much she meant to Madison. So in short, I didn’t want to see her get hurt.

I hooked into the parallel park outside Gengy’s Pizza. The “G” was hanging off an old electrical wire and flicked on and off, so sometimes, it looked more like “Engy’s Pizzas”, but Gengy, the owner, he was a good friend from when I was a kid. My mom would bring me here all the time to get his pizzas. It was probably one of the only real memories I had as a kid with my mom.

“I won’t be a second.” I could feel my phone vibrating in my pocket, and just as I was about to grab it out, Gengy’s cussing in his heavy Puerto Rican accented voice caught my attention.

“No, fuck you, man, that’s not how it’s going to go down. I’m telling you, McGregor is about to beat some ass!”

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