Lust (The Elite Seven #1)(48)

More puffs.

“He gets in his truck and the weather turns nasty, he drank too much, he shouldn’t be driving but..”

“But he fucking chose to get in that truck knowing he was over the limit.” I bark. “How the hell do you even know this shit, where did you get his name and picture?” I query.

Shrugging his shoulders he flicks his lighter open and shut. “He goes to my father’s church, I like to get baked and sit in the confessional booth.”

Frowning at him I shake my head. “He can never repent for this. Nothing will ever be enough.”

“I know, and so did he, they found him dead this morning. He hung himself.”

I blanche at his words. There’s no relief or pleasure filling the crater sized hole left by Robbie’s death.

“He hated that his family ties got him off.”

“The Elite got him off.” I correct.

“The Elite aren’t what you thought they were, Rhett.”

“Yeah I’m working that out, the question is, if you already knew that then why did you want in?”

Smirking he backs away. “Who says I wanted in, maybe they wanted me in.”

Well that’s cryptic as fuck.

Nodding my head I fold my arms over my chest trying to feel anything about the mans death, but its weird. I hated him for what he took from us, I wished for his death a million times over, but this isn’t how I wanted it to be. He was a victim himself. And he handed out his own justice, taking that from us too.

Tossing the photo in the trash I gulp down air to fill my lungs and leave the thoughts of the man there with it.

It’s over. At least it’s over.

I’m part of The Elite now, and I hate that they recruit people who are so willing to allow things like Robbie’s death be swept under the rug.

And that they recruit vile women like Lillian into the fold. But maybe being part of the society doesn’t have to be a bad thing. We can make changes from within. I know Rush has more to say on the matter and we’ll get into it at some point, right now though I need to take the good and run with it. Give my mind some peace.





Throwing my keys on the table, I offer my old man a middle finger and take the last box out to the moving truck.

“Good riddance to that house of lies,” I tell Chastity.

“You’re not going to miss the place?”

Tapping my head, I grin. “I have all the memories I need up here. Everything else I need is coming with me.”

Scooping her up, I carry her upfront and place her ass into the passenger seat, then push her cute ass over so I can climb in next to her.

“Ready?” the moving guy asks.

Leaning my arm out the window, I tap the side of the door. “Let’s go make new memories.”

I’m happy, and it feels damn good.



These violent delights have violent ends.

Not this time. This isn’t a tragedy. We’re not Romeo and Juliet. We’re Rhett Masters and Chastity Griffin.

The bad boy and his good girl…who likes to get a little bad.





Pushing into her warm heat, I fuck her slow against the window where I now know I first fell in love with Chastity Griffin.

“The glass will break,” she pants, and I chuckle. Lifting her, I move her to the bed. It’s a twin, and covered in fluffy toys, including the giant pink bear I won at the carnival. His head has been stitched back on after she tore it off during our small breakup.

I punish her body, swallowing her moans. Her nails scrape at the flesh on my back, and it makes me pound her harder.

“Fuck me, Rhett. Fuck me harder, harder—take this pussy,” she begs. She’s a fucking horny little nympho. I thought I liked to fuck a lot, but she barely lets me eat, sleep, function. “I’m coming,” she pants, her body tensing, her pussy walls gripping my dick like a vice. I follow her over, collapsing my sweaty skin against hers.

“You monster.” She strains beneath me, giggling and squirming.

“Don’t move. You’ll make me hard again,” I grunt.

“Mmm…really?” She wiggles.

“You’re insatiable.” I nibble her ear, and she giggles more. Damn, I love that sound.

“Let’s eat and then fuck again.” I lift myself off her and slip my dick out.

My mother was having a night in at the new house and Chasity’s dad was off at some retreat or motel while the wicked stepmother is at her family’s estate—which meant an empty place for us to take advantage of.

The video didn’t go viral. It never went farther than Lillan’s office.

We were both surprised she didn’t use it to sabotage our relationship by showing Chas’s dad, but there hasn’t even been a squeak about it from her.

“I bought groceries.” Chastity slaps my ass, hurrying past me to the bathroom.

“You’ll pay for that,” I shout after her, pulling off the condom and tossing it in her trashcan. I have to remember to empty that before I leave.

Pulling on some track pants, I wince when the fabric brushes over my new tattoo. It’s only visible by the red raised skin, which will settle down. And then, without a black light, you won’t even know it’s there.

My hip adorns The Elite logo with Lust written beneath it.