The Society

by Michelle Brown

  “You have no fucking control here, you got that?” I snarl, inches away from his lips, as I glare at him.

  “If you want control, you’re going to have to take it from me,” he responds, and his eyes are bright even though the pupils are swallowing the warm honeyed color of his irises.

  I look down at him. His shirt is still hanging open, giving me a tantalizing view of his body, and his pants are still unbuttoned, sitting loosely on his hips. The way Devin looks right now is a far cry from the pristine and handsome man I’ve become familiar with; he’s completely disheveled and dare I say it, downright fuckable. I’m a good man, but he makes me want to do terrible things, and all of them to him.

  I close the distance, snatching his lips with mine and taking ownership of his mouth with a kiss. I close my eyes, throwing everything into it, the pent-up desire, the passion, and the burning weight of my fury. Letting go of his arms, I roam his body with my hands, running them down his sides to his hips, and around to his back before slipping beneath his pants and boxers to squeeze his ass. Devin growls when I jerk him towards me, and our dicks rub against each other beneath our clothes.

  He runs one of his hands up the back of my shirt and tangles the other in my hair. Drawing him away from the wall, I back us toward my bed. It crosses my mind that I’m about to sleep with the enemy, but the need to feel his body beneath mine as I strip away his power has me rock hard and ready for him. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I allow him to remove my shirt, and watch as he tugs his shirt and jacket off, leaving both of us shirtless. Leaning forward, I run my tongue down that damn trail of hair to his boxers.

  “Take it all off,” I order him.

  With smoldering eyes focused on me the entire time, he complies by removing his shoes, and the rest of his clothes. His long, thick dick juts out from his hips, and I palm his ass, bringing him forward to stand in front of me, my face level with his pelvis. This time, I’m going to do the tasting.

  I suck him into my mouth, bringing my head forward to take him deeply and the garbled sound he makes has me chuckling around his length.

  “Fuck, Ethan, Your mouth,” Devin gasps.

  His sentences fracture as he tightly fists my hair in his grip, but I’m not finished with him yet. I move my head back and replace his dick with my fingers, sucking and licking them as he watches hungrily. As I slide my mouth down his length again, I trail a hand down the back of his thighs and back up to his ass, squeezing one of the fleshy globes in my palm and then dip my wet fingers into the seam to tease his asshole. With my mouth full of his dick, I swallow around while simultaneously pressing my two fingers inside of him. Devin’s hiss of pain and pleasure makes my dick jump in my sweats, and I slowly ease my head back, dragging my tongue along his shaft as I leisurely begin to fuck his ass with my fingers. I’ll use lube when it comes to fucking him with my cock—maybe, but for now he can take a bite of the pain he very much deserves at my hands.

  “Fuck, that feel so good. Goddamn it, Ethan. Shit,” Devin curses when I deepthroat him and hit his prostate at the same time.

  I continue sucking him off until I feel his dick start to twitch and grow even harder in my mouth. Withdrawing my fingers, I ease back and give him a last swipe with my tongue while I stare up into his lust-glazed eyes and grin smugly at him when his expression flickers with disappointment at my refusal to make him come.

  I stand up and kiss him. Successfully catching him off guard, I spin him around and push him forward so he’s bent over the bed. I quickly lower my sweats and kick them off. Then I move to grab a condom and lube in my bedside drawer, but when I turn back to him I see the smug bastard sitting up with a devious smirk on his handsome face.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Devin

  I stare up at Ethan, raking my eyes over his naked body as he stands in front of me, and admire every plane and inch of his skin. His tattoo extends up to the top of his arm and the tendrils of ink extend beyond that, presumably for him to expand it if he wishes. I’d love to explore the intricate designs etched onto his skin, but right now I’d rather let him explore me. I snatch the condom from his hand and remove it, slowly rolling it up his cock and sheathing it in latex. I watch him squeeze some of the lube onto his fingers and rub it down the length of him. Painstakingly slowly he slathers every inch of his gorgeous cock before he grabs my thighs and lifts my legs, bending them at the knee and forcing me to fall back onto the bed.

  He proceeds to rub the excess lube on my hole, dipping inside and stretching me wider. I’m quivering with anticipation, panting and already needy for more. Neither of us says a word, and I exhale slowly when he lines up his cock and pushes the head inside. An evil grin lights up his face, and I barely have time to take another breath when he penetrates me to the hilt.

  “Fuck!” I curse, gritting my teeth and breathing shallowly.

  “I warned you,” he grunts, withdrawing and slamming back in.

  I’m seeing stars, and my skin is already covered in a light sheen of sweat from the mind-blowing combination of pain and sweet pleasure he’s bestowing on me. I fist my cock, but he slaps my hand away.

  “Don’t fucking touch it,” he warns, eyes flashing, and heat travels though my body at the intensity of his glare.

  I grab his arms, pulling him down over me so I can kiss him, and he jerks roughly inside of me hitting my prostate. I let out a surprised moan and grip his arms tighter. If he keeps that up, I won’t need to make myself come, he’ll force it from me with just his cock. Ethan pulls back, and carefully slips out.

  “On your knees,” he orders, and I wink at him.

  “Yes, Sir,” I emphasize, amused by his bossy tone.

  Complying, I switch positions, settling on my knees, with my ass in the air, exposed and waiting for him. It’s been a long time since I’ve been fucked like this; usually I prefer to be the one in control, but Ethan has proven himself both capable and willing to rip that power out of my hands and taken it for himself. A wet tongue probing my entrance makes me jump, his hot breath against my sensitized skin as he licks at me makes my balls heavy with desire.

  I turn my head to look at Ethan, and he smirks before he straightens and slides his cock back inside of me. He fucks me ruthlessly, and my mind is spinning, dizzy and drunk on the feel of him taking me. Ethan is glorious, and I’m in awe as I accept his merciless thrusts, and the fury he’s unleashing as he pushes me ever closer to the edge of oblivion. Our combined moans and grunts fill the room, and goosebumps prickle over my body as I reach the precipice.

  Ethan reaches under me, wraps his hand around my cock and jerks me off until I come with a shout, shooting my orgasm all over the sheets and his hand. My ass clenches and releases around his cock, but he doesn’t slow his pace, only growls as he forces his cum-soaked fingers into my mouth. I suck hard on them, mimicking the way I sucked his cock, until finally his movements become more uneven and he comes with a ragged groan.

  We stay like that for a few moments catching our breath, him still buried in my ass, and leaning against me for support. Ethan straightens and eases out of my body, before walking away, leaving me knelt on his bed, ass up and thoroughly fucked.

  Carefully, I shift into a sitting position on the edge of the bed and pull on my clothes. As pleasurable as it was, and however much I don’t want to, a conversation is coming, one that’ll decide not just his fate, but also mine. He doesn’t know everything yet, and hell, after what I did, I’ll be lucky if he stops long enough to listen. However, there is a more pressing matter at hand, and now that the haze of desire is lifting, I need to focus if I’m going to get not just Ethan, but myself out of this mess.

  I’ve got to talk him into cooperating with me long enough to put everything right... as much as can be fixed that is. I’m surrounded by anger of my own making, and I’ve no way to alleviate it or make amends.

  Ethan walks back into the room, wearing a fresh pair of boxers, and the annoyance back in place, presumably because I’m still here.


  “You got what you wanted, now get out, Devin,” he bites out, gesturing at the door.

  “If I leave now, you’ll be dead by tomorrow morning.”

  “Are you threatening me?”

  “No. I’m warning you,” I respond. “If you don’t give back what you stole, then The Reapers will come for you, and I won’t be able to stop them. I’m your only chance of getting out of this.”

  “You mentioned them before, but I’m not afraid. They won’t find me if you don’t tell them.”

  “They won’t need me to tell them, they probably already know,” I snort.

  “Why should I help you and the people who aided and abetted in the cover up of your crime?” he hisses, but I hold my ground and his stare.

  “Because, I don’t want another innocent life on my hands, Ethan. I won’t fucking allow it.”

  “You had a lot of nerve coming here in the first place,” he begins.

  “I recall that not even twenty minutes ago you seemed to be rather enjoying my presence here,” I snip, cutting across him.

  “I don’t have to like you to fuck you, Devin,” he retorts, and straighten my spine.

  “I was following my father’s orders the night your sister died. I tried to stop it, tried to get her to listen, and when she fought, I stopped her, but she hit her head. My father found us, and he dragged me away, he wouldn’t let me call an ambulance. I don’t expect forgiveness, and I won’t ask you for it. I wouldn’t forgive anyone who harmed Sebastian in any way. My father wanted her dead, and she still wouldn’t be standing here today even if I hadn’t been the one to do it. He would have done to Sebastian what he did to me. My best friend is dead because of me, I put a bullet between his eyes because he threatened to call The Reapers if I didn’t. The result would have been the same, regardless of my choice, but at least with me doing it, he didn’t have to suffer. Nathaniel Johnson doesn’t want his sons with anyone he deems less than worthy, and he’ll do anything to ensure that our family remains untainted and our reputation intact. I was a coward, and I’m a killer. I’ve got more blood on my hands than I care to admit. You hate me for what I did to you and your family, and you should. I’m not a good man, Ethan. I let the wealth and the blood that flows through these veins corrupt me, and there’s no coming back from that. I failed to save your sister, but damned if I’m going to fail you too. I haven’t paid for my crimes with anything more than my soul, but once you fix this fucking mess and I know you’re safe, I’ll turn myself in to the cops,” I tell him, and I hate how vulnerable my voice sounds as I confess everything to Ethan, and the weight of regret rests heavily on my shoulders.

  Ethan is silent for a long time. I’m trying to right some of the wrongs I’ve caused, and while this one is beyond repair, it’s not too late to save Ethan from the same fate.

  “I’ll come back to the house with you. I won’t be able to do much remotely without making the situation worse. I’ll hold you to your word though, Devin. After this I plan to disappear and I don’t want you to look for me,” he says sternly, quickly dressing.

  “I’ll be rotting in jail, it’s not like I would be able to do much searching,” I scoff.

  A hint of a smile flickers on his face, “No, I suppose not.”

  Once he’s dressed we walk back through his house, he engages the alarm, and we head to my car. Hopping in I start the ignition and wait for him to buckle up. Once we’re ready I back down the small driveway and onto the road, before setting off on the long journey across the state to get back home.

  “So how did you do it?” I ask, glancing at Ethan who is sitting in the front passenger seat.

  He snorts, “I’m not about to tell you that. Besides, you wouldn’t be able to keep up if I did.”

  “Wanna bet? I’m not as dim as people seem to believe. I can hold my own very well when it comes to computers,” I retort.

  “I know how good you are, Devin, but I’m even better,” he replies smugly.

  “I know you are,” I reply softly, and he looks away, falling silent after my loaded response.

  After several hours driving, I finally pull onto the long driveway that leads to my family’s house. The garage is empty when I get there, so Sebastian is probably the only one home right now. My heart is thudding heavily in my chest, and if I’d been able to choose, Ethan would be at home doing this rather than stepping back onto these grounds. My father will be furious if he finds out Ethan is here, but I’m hoping the return of our family’s wealth will be enough to appease his temper.

  We walk through the silent house to the office where the network hub is run. Ethan pushes past me and opens the door, walking inside and settling behind one of the computers.

  “Keep your mouth shut and give me a couple of hours to straighten everything out. I’d much rather leave you all to stew in your own despair, but annoyingly you’re starting to grow on me. Doesn’t mean I like you though, so get the fuck out of my office and let me work.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Ethan

  I’m not sure why I let him talk me into doing this when the whole point was to make them suffer. Then again, I didn’t expect to be found so easily after all the precautions I put in place to protect mine and my family’s identities. Devin is smarter than I anticipated and I’m not sure how exactly he managed to uncover the truth, but I suppose I managed to do the same when it came to finding out who killed Katy. It may not have been in cold blood, but it’s still on Devin’s hands.

  Revenge was what I wanted, and I still believe he needs to pay for what he did, but by doing all of this, am I really better than those I sought to ruin? I don’t know, and I don’t have time to dwell on it right now. I have work to do.

  Thankfully, because I created the viruses and bots that are systematically destroying the system, I’m intimately familiar with their coding and am able to start work on disabling them. There’s a lot of damage, but not as much as I’d expected to see at this stage. As I methodically work through removing the most vicious viruses I created, I notice that a reasonable portion of the bots have already been deactivated. Switching computers I see where someone, presumably Devin, had been working on controlling the massacre I’d unleashed in their network. I’m actually impressed, because had he continued reinstating the firewalls and slowly eradicating the viruses and bots, then he might have been able to get it under control himself. However, it would’ve taken him a long time, and he wouldn’t have done it as quickly and effectively as I’ll be able to, and very little data would be left to recover.

  Hours pass, I’m almost finished reinstating everything and recovering and restoring all the data. After that, I’ll deactivate the clone accounts I set up and send back the money that I removed. I couldn’t transfer it to myself directly, not without raising a huge red flag with their bank and drawing attention to myself from the authorities as well. I never wanted their filthy money, no amount of wealth could bring Katy back, but it gave me pleasure to know that they believed they were poorer than all the people they look down on.

  I try not to think about the fact that even though he did treat me like the employee I was for the most part, Devin never actually treated me as lesser. I ball my fists, digging my nails into my palms and steel my resolve not to soften any further towards him, and remind myself of the reason I’m here. The arrogant bastard is getting under my skin, but once this is over, I’m never going to see him again. It’s not like I’d ever tell him anyway.

  Sitting back down at the computer I was working on, I set about finishing and finalizing everything so the systems and network are all back online and functioning properly. When I’m done I let my head fall back onto the headrest of the chair and close my eyes with a heavy sigh.

  A weight has settled in my stomach, but I’m not sure whether it’s because this is over, or because of what’s still to come. Devin promised that when I was safe he’d turn himself in for what he’s done, but with him in prison, would that actually protect me or make me mor
e of a target? My fingers itch to restart all my programs and were it a case of only my own safety being at risk I would, but I can’t put my parents in danger.

  I’m conflicted, torn between my revenge and the need to protect my family, but I already know the answer, and that’s why I’m here instead of out of state and returning to my normal life. I laugh bitterly to myself. Normal life was wrecked the moment I got the phone call from my parents about Katy. There’s no going back. I sold my soul for revenge, and these are my consequences. A hollow, empty life without my little sister’s laughter, and the bad guys have won.

  The office door opens, and I open my eyes, twisting in the chair to see who it is. I straighten in my seat in surprise when I see Mr. Johnson standing in the doorway with an enraged expression.

  “Mr. Drake, when you’re finished I'd like you to come along to my office. We need to talk,” he says stiffly.

  His tone warns me not to argue and that it’s not a request. He doesn’t wait for me, instead slamming the door and leaving me alone in the office surrounded by the hum of computers. As I shut down all the programs I was using to control the malware attack of my own making, my mind starts to calm and think more rationally and I’m hit with the realization that he addressed me as ‘Drake’. I grit my teeth in annoyance. Devin must have told him everything. So much for protecting me and helping me keep my family safe. I shouldn’t have allowed my fear to blind me into trusting him.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Devin

  I slip away, leaving Ethan to do his work. He’s made it very clear he doesn’t want me to be around him, and I figure it’s best if I start making preparations for what I’m about to do. I don’t want to go to prison, but it’s what I deserve. Honestly, it’s what more than half of the members of the founding families of The Society deserve. Ours is a legacy of blood and crime. We’ve more blood on our hands, staining our lives and our wealth than almost any of the other Societies that are scattered across the country.