Page 106 of The Library

I glance across the room, watching her as she moves toward me, each step calculated and deliberate. Her hips sway with a natural grace, her breasts bouncing slightly, the thin fabric of her dress clinging to her curves in all the right places. She knows exactly what she’s doing. She always does. And fuck, she’s gorgeous.

Her eyes lock onto mine, dark and intense, full of that fire that always burns between us. It’s a silent connection that only grows stronger with time. Lilith doesn’t need to say a word—her presence alone is enough to remind me that she’s mine. Completely. And I’m hers, just as much.

When she reaches me, my hand moves instinctively to her waist, pulling her closer. She slides onto my lap with ease, her legs splayed open, barely covered by the flimsy dress she’s wearing. The slit rides high on her thighs, and I can feel the heat of her skin through the fabric. My fingers tighten around her waist, and I smirk as I feel her settle against me. No panties. Always ready for me.

I lean in, my breath hot against her ear as my hand moves up her thigh, tracing the soft, smooth skin. I can feel the slick wetness between her legs, and it takes every ounce of control not to bend her over the table right here and take her in front of everyone. But that’s not how we play this game. Not yet.

“Later,” I growl into her ear, my voice rough with need. “I’ll slide more than just the tip of my finger into you, darling.”

She flushes, her breath hitching. I can feel her heart racing against my chest, and it only fuels my desire. The way her body responds to me—so perfectly, so instinctively—drives me wild. She’s mine. Every inch of her belongs to me, and she knows it.

But it’s no longer just about control. It hasn’t been for a long time. Lilith is my equal now, my partner. She’s not someone I need to shield from the world; she’s the one who stands beside me, who faces the darkness with me. The same darkness that lives inside me now lives inside her, and she wields it just as well as I do.

My mind drifts for a moment, back to the time three years ago when I thought I had to keep her separate from this world. I didn’t want her to see the blood, the violence, the brutality that came with the life I lead. I wanted to protect her from it, to shield her from the worst parts of me. But the truth was, I couldn’t protect her by keeping her in the dark.

And when she came back to me, pregnant with our first two children, I knew that the only way to keep her safe was to let her in. To show her exactly what she was up against. To make sure she stood beside me, not behind me.

And she did.

Lilith embraced the darkness, and it consumed her in the best ways. She’s ruthless when she needs to be, and every time I see that side of her, it drives me insane. She’s the mirror image of everything I am, but stronger. Sharper. And that only makes me want her more.

I shift her on my lap, feeling the wet heat between her legs pressing against me, and I smirk as she gasps softly. My hands slide up her sides, gripping her hips, pulling her even closer. The way she moves, the way she looks at me—it never fails to ignite something primal inside me. Lilith is mine. Every fucking part of her.

As she settles against me, my thoughts shift again, this time to our children. Saint and Cain. Our twin boys. They’re only three, but already, they show signs of the power that runs through their veins. It’s in them—just like it’s in me. The darkness, the control, the dominance. It’s there, waiting to be nurtured, to be honed. And one day, they’ll grow into it, just as I did.

Saint is quiet, always observing, always calculating. He has this intensity about him that reminds me of myself when I was younger. Careful. Patient. And then there’s Cain—wild, reckless, always testing boundaries. He’s got that same fire I had, that same desire to push the limits. Both of them are going to be unstoppable, they already are.

They’ve even inherited my eyes—mismatched, just like mine. Saint’s are green and brown, while Cain’s are blue and brown. That dark eye—the mark of the darkness inside them. It’s part of who they are, just as it’s part of me. And as they grow, they’ll learn to control it, to wield it the way I do.

I glance around the room, the men of the Society gathered before me. My most trusted circle. Men who would follow me into hell and back. They sit in silence, waiting for me to speak, to lay out what’s coming. The air is thick with anticipation, the weight of their expectations heavy, but I thrive on it. I was born for this.

“This is the time to solidify our control,” I begin, my voice calm but commanding. “The changes we’ve made are working,but we’re not done. We have enemies who think they can challenge us, test our limits.”

My eyes sweep over the room, landing on each man in turn. “They’ll learn soon enough. We don’t just react—we strike first. Hard.”

I watch as the men nod in agreement. Ty sits beside me, as always, calm and steady. He’s been my right hand for as long as I can remember, balancing my fire with his calculated mind. I trust him more than anyone, and though I lead, I’ll always make sure Ty has what he deserves. He made his choice. He didn’t want to take the lead; he wanted to be my right-hand man. He preferred the violence, the thrill of taking lives, rather than the burden of strategic decisions. It was the chaos and bloodshed that called to him, not the responsibility of leading.

He’s family, and family comes before everything.

“And remember,” I continue, “we don’t just control through fear. We control through power—through influence. The Society isn’t just about dominance. It’s about being untouchable.”

The men murmur their agreement, but I know their loyalty isn’t just out of fear—it’s because they believe in the vision I’ve laid out for them. They believe in me. And that’s why they will follow me into whatever comes next.

I give them a final nod, signaling the end of the meeting. “You know what to do. Make sure we’re ready. Dismissed.”

The room clears quickly, the tension still hanging in the air as they file out. Ty stays for a moment, exchanging a look with me—a silent acknowledgment of everything we’ve built together. He nods once before leaving, and I know without a doubt that he’ll handle his part.

As the last man leaves the room, my hand slips beneath the fabric of Lilith’s dress, my fingers brushing the wetness pooling at her pussy. Her eyes meet mine, burning with intensity.There’s the usual hunger, but now, there’s something deeper—a depth that goes beyond desire.

Lilith shifts on my lap, her body pressing against mine, and I’m pulled back into the present. I feel her heat, her desire, and I can’t help but smirk. She’s mine, and I’ll never let her forget it. My fingers slip beneath the fabric of her dress, teasing the slick wetness between her legs, and she lets out a soft moan, her body trembling in response.

“You’re mine,” I murmur, my voice low and possessive.

“I’m yours,” she whispers, her breath warm against my skin.

It’s not just words. It’s the truth. Lilith belongs to me, just as much as I belong to her. Together, we’ve built something powerful. Something unstoppable. And I’ll make sure no one ever takes that from us.

I lift her off my lap, my hands gripping her hips as I guide her to the edge of the table. She lets out a soft gasp as I press her against the cool wood, pinning her in place with my body. Her eyes meet mine, full of desire, and I can see that she’s ready for me. She’s always ready for me.

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