Illicit Inheritance: The Complete Collection (Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

  “Oh yeah,” moaned John. Amelia pulled back a little from sucking, and before she could move forward into position again, he had lowered himself on top of her.

  It only took John a second to pull her panties aside, and then he was inside of her. Amelia’s pussy was tight, but wet and welcoming. The warmth of it made his cock feel as though it was buzzing with intense bliss, and John began to slam into her with all his energy.

  “Oh my god!” moaned Amelia. Chad was still watching, and he had a strange, interested look in his eyes as John began to really let loose on his wife.

  “Honey, just make him pull out at the end,” Chad said quietly. John wasn’t listening, and by Amelia’s moans, he was relatively certain that she wasn’t, either.

  He groped at her breasts hard, almost as though he was trying to cause her pain. Amelia was the ultimate slut, doing something like this right in front of her husband without the slightest pang of guilt. She only cared about pleasure and getting fucked, and that was exactly what John had to offer.

  “Yeah, that’s right,” John whispered in her ear in a voice too quiet for Chad to overhear. “Go ahead and scream, you dirty slut.”

  Amelia screamed in ecstasy. John felt as though a demon had taken hold of him.

  “Please, don’t,” moaned Amelia. “Don’t stop! Fuck me, Count John!”

  John slammed into her a little faster. Chad coughed from where he was across the room.

  “I… I don’t know,” he said. “I’m not sure if this was such a good idea.”

  John didn’t stop. He sucked on Amelia's nipples and pulled her hair. She screamed underneath him and then began to practically convulse in an intense, body-wracking orgasm.

  “Oh fuck!” moaned John. He pushed into her a couple more times and then felt his cock explode, spraying his load of hot, sticky cum deep inside Chad’s wife, while the bar owner watched on in a numb state of shock.

  Reality came back to him in plumes, almost like smoke pouring out of a burning building. John climbed off Amelia and pulled his pants up. Her skirt was soaked with cum and sex fluids, and her hair was a mess. He had used her, and now he was done.

  Chad had his arms crossed, a worried look stretched across his face. John could tell from looking at the man that he was glad that the ordeal was over. He wanted them to go back to normal and wanted to kick himself a little for risking their friendship for something so stupid.

  “Thanks again for having me tonight, Chad,” said John. “It’s been a fun evening.”

  “No problem, Count John.” Chad was helping his wife to her feet and brushing her skirt off. “I’m just glad that you… I’m glad that you’re the type of guy that you are.”

  John didn’t know what to say. It was impossible for him to say anything more and not just twist the knife further, so instead of trying, he nodded once more to the bar owner and then turned and walked out of the back room.

  The Red Thorn Tavern was still filled with people, but the crowd had opened up a bit. John walked back over to where he had left his beer and picked it up, sipping at it gingerly as he tried to decide whether to stick around or head straight back to the mansion.

  “Hey, John!” A familiar voice came from behind him, and John glanced over his shoulder. At first, he thought it was Kari’s face that he was staring into, but after a second he realized that it was her older sister, Elsa.

  “Elsa, hey,” said John. He paused, and then scratched his head. She wore a tight tan dress that showed off a bit of chest and all of the sexy curves of her body and had a smile on her face.

  “I just couldn’t hang around the house all day,” she said, sliding in close to him. “I’m sure that you know how it is.”

  “Uh… yeah.” John took a sip of his beer, feeling a little awkward. Elsa continued staring at him for a moment, as though she enjoyed watching him squirm and then leaned her face in close to his.

  “Aren’t you going to offer to buy me a drink, John?” she asked. “That is what a man does for a pretty, single woman in a bar, isn’t it?”

  “Elsa… are you sure you should be out tonight?” asked John. He felt a little nosy offering his opinion on her business, but something about the woman’s behavior made him feel weird, and a little exposed.

  “Yeah, I’m sure, John,” she said, pulling in even closer to him and setting her hand on his face. Her lips drew near to his, but at the last second, John managed to pull back.

  “Elsa, I’m sorry.” He shook his head and frowned. “I’ve gotten to know Kari pretty well over the past few days. I just don’t think this is a good idea.”

  Elsa’s smile didn’t fade or even waver. She stepped back, and then grabbed onto one of John’s hands.

  “I think I could use some fresh air, how about you, John?” She giggled and began pulling him towards the door. John let out a defeated sigh and went with her, wondering why it was that he had so much trouble saying no to a pretty woman.

  “Elsa, I’m serious!”

  The full moon hung high in the sky, giving off an intense glow with the slightest shade of orange in it. The streets were silent and empty except for the noise coming from the tavern, and Elsa skipped forward a little ways, leading John over to a grassy park area.

  “You had fun tonight, didn’t you John?” Elsa put her hands on her hips and faced him as she asked the question.

  “What…?” John scratched his head. “Yeah, I guess?”

  “Was it the maid? Or no, that’s right, the bar owner’s wife!” Elsa laughed again and then sat down on the grass.

  “Elsa, what are you-“

  “My sister has told me a lot, John. Kari knows more about what’s going on with you than you think,” said Elsa. “And I know even more than she does.”

  John froze. Elsa’s smile suddenly made perfect sense.

  “What are you talking about?” he asked, slowly.

  “Have you and your mom always been so close, or is that just a recent development since moving to Blackthorn Isle?” Elsa stared directly into John’s eyes as she spoke. “She really is a gorgeous, sexy woman, isn’t she? Even I have to give her respect for that.”

  John took a deep breath, and then shook his head.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he finally said.

  “I saw the photos, John,” Elsa said. “You can make out both your face and your mom’s face clearly, and it’s pretty easy to see what she’s doing. It looked like you were pretty into it, too. It must have felt sooooo good.”

  John’s heart was threatening to explode inside his chest. He dropped down on one knee and met Elsa’s eyes, shaking his head back and forth.

  “No…” he whispered. “How?”

  Elsa stopped smiling at him.

  “Since I know your secret, it’s only fair that you know mine,” she said softly. “I found the camera in my dad’s room. After I poisoned him.”

  It was too much, too fast, for John. All he could do was shake his head and hope that it was all just a bad dream.

  “John, he was an evil man. That’s just the truth.” Elsa paused and began running her hands through her hair. “It’s why I left the island in the first place. I hated him, and he hated me.”

  “But… why?” asked John.

  “You should be thanking me, to be honest.” Elsa slid in closer to him across the grass and put one of her hands on his chest. “My dad’s plan would have completely ruined your life. He wanted to either marry your mom and knock her up, or marry Kari off to you and then get her knocked up. After that was done, he would take control of your estate by blackmailing you with the photos.”

  “But… he was your father…” John managed. Elsa brought her face in close to his. She smelled good, far better than she had any right to, and it only made the situation even more confusing for him.

  “I had no love for him,” she whispered. “But that’s not what I want to talk about right now, John.”

  She took his face in her hands, and then leaned in and kiss
ed him. John couldn’t stop himself from kissing her back, even though his emotions raged against it. Their lips moved together for a long moment, and then she pulled back.

  “You’re going to do whatever I say, John,” she said. “You’re going to be with me now. You’re going to marry me, and fuck me, and give me the heir that both of the old heads of our estate wanted so badly.”

  John shook his head.

  “But what about Kari!” he said. “And…”

  And his mom, he wanted to say. His innocent, beautiful mom, who would be just as much at the mercy of the plotting temptress in front of him as he would be. Elsa pulled his face in close and pushed it into her breasts.

  “Forget about anyone else, John,” she whispered. “Or else.”

  A shape approached them from across the grass, and Elsa stood up. The form stepped into a beam of moonlight, and John saw that it was Kari. Her eyes looked red and sore from crying, and she had a worried expression on her face.

  “Elsa… John?” She looked back and forth at the two of them for a moment.

  “I ran into John in the tavern, Kari,” said Elsa. “We were just going for a walk, and getting to know each other a little better.”

  John couldn’t meet Kari’s eyes as she turned to look at him. His heart hurt like nothing he’d ever felt before.

  “Oh...” said Kari, confusion and hurt leaking out in her voice.

  “I’m going to head back to the mansion,” said Elsa. “I’ll see you later, sis. Bye, John.”

  John didn’t reply and waited for Elsa to disappear into the darkness before finally looking up at Kari.

  “John, I just wanted to thank you for stopping by this morning.” Kari walked over to him and sat down next to him on the grass. After a moment, she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face into his chest.

  “Kari,” John whispered. He felt as though he wanted to run away from his problems and disappear into nothingness.

  “None of this makes any sense, John,” whispered Kari. “I’m so confused and so scared.”

  John couldn’t stop himself from kissing her. Kari and Elsa were two sisters that looked so similar and yet were so completely different. John felt her soft mouth on his, their tongues meeting tenderly as they locked lips in passion. He wanted to tear his heart out and throw it on the ground.

  “John,” Kari said, as they parted. “Thank you for being here for me.”

  “I’m sorry, Kari.” John had no other words to offer.

  The two of them sat on the grass with each other for a while. Finally, Kari kissed him once more on the cheek, and then left without a word. John knew he had to go back to the mansion, but the fear of what awaited him in the morning made every step towards home feel like an arduous ordeal.

  CHAPTER 33

  Sam had caught up to him before he’d made it more than halfway up the driveway to the mansion. The bodyguard had a look of mild disapproval on her face, though the combination of the low light of the night and her stoic nature made it hard to see at a glance.

  “Count John, it’s not okay for you to wander off on your own,” she said. “The situation here on Blackthorn Isle is not currently safe. Something could have easily happened.”

  John wasn’t listening. He didn’t even turn to acknowledge her, his mind still overwhelmed with thoughts of what had just happened. His safety didn’t matter anymore. Part of him thought that he’d be better off as a dead man, rather than being trapped in the situation that he was currently in.

  “Sir, are you listening to me?” Sam grabbed his shoulder and held him in place. John stopped walking and finally looked over.

  “I’m sorry, Sam,” he said. “A lot happened tonight. I won’t run off like that again, trust me.”

  Sam was quiet, and with only the wind serving as ambient noise in the background, John could do little else but feel the emotions welling up in his chest. It was over for him and his mom. They would never be able to live a normal life again, and would have to bow down to the whims of a mad woman just to scrape by without being exposed.

  “Count John, is everything okay?” Sam drew a little closer to him. John forced a smile and nodded.

  “Yes, everything is fine, Sam,” he managed to say. “I’m just tired, that’s all.”

  In a way, it was the truth. John was tired of feeling as though he was sneaking around with everything that he did. He was tired of feeling such raw, forbidden emotions for the people closest to him, and he was tired of having to maneuver and come up with rationalizations whenever he wanted to act on them.

  “Let’s just get back to the mansion,” said John. “I need to go to sleep.”

  He walked faster up the road and listened to Sam’s quick steps behind him. When the two of them started to head up the driveway, John noticed that Olivia was waiting for them on the front steps. He’d been gone for a while, and from the look on her face it was clear that she had been worried sick.

  “Count John, where have you been?” The maid rushed off the steps with outstretched arms. John stood there limply as she pulled him into an embrace, too crestfallen and discouraged to give much back.

  “Just out, walking,” he said. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

  “Sam! I expect better than this from you!” Olivia pulled back from John and set her hands on her hips, glaring at the bodyguard.

  “Ma’am, I did my very best to keep him under control,” said Sam. “He’s just very-“

  “That’s no excuse! I thought that something had happened.” Olivia’s voice was full of a protective, worried anger that John had never heard her embody before. “I can’t even imagine what his mother must have been thinking.”

  John stopped for a moment and thought about his mom. He felt guilty, as though he had failed her. In a very real sense, he had. He didn’t manage to keep Alison Orton’s discovery from getting back to Erik van Katho and from there it had been passed down to his eldest daughter in much the same way he had inherited the estate from his grandfather.

  “I’ll talk to her,” said John. “I… I need to talk with her.”

  Olivia looked as though his words and the tortured emotions hidden with them had deflated her a little. She turned away from Sam and back towards him.

  “Is everything okay, sir?” she asked. “Is there anything I can help with?”

  “No, no, it’s fine,” said John. “I just need to get some sleep.”

  John headed up the steps and past the maid. Both Olivia and Sam hung back in the lobby, giving him some much needed space as he headed up the main staircase. He stood in front of the door to his mother’s room for several seconds before finally knocking softly.

  “Come in.” Her voice was clear and unaffected on the other side, almost musical.

  John stepped through the door and closed it behind him. He blushed a little as his eyes locked onto his mom’s figure. She was barely dressed, wearing just a baggy t-shirt that looked like it was from the 80s over her underwear. John could still see a small flash of her black panties underneath, and it made him feel a little uncomfortable.

  “What’s up, sweetie?” His mom turned and smiled at him as he walked over. John sighed, and tried to organize his thoughts well enough to know where to begin.

  “Mom,” he finally said. “A lot has happened, today.”

  Natalie nodded. There was a second chair next to the one she was sitting at in front of her dresser and mirror, and she patted it with her hand and smiled at him. John slowly took a seat, feeling his body react to the closeness of his mother’s presence.

  “I know, honey,” said Natalie. “I know I haven’t been totally open with my feelings. But I’m as upset as anyone. Erik and I… we certainly had our differences. But we were just reaching a point where it looked like we could move past them.”

  John nodded at her grimly. Telling her was beginning to feel like it would be even harder than he had expected.

  “Mom, that’s not what I mean.” He pulled his chair in closer to her
s and set his hand down on her knee. The touch almost backfired on him, and suddenly all he could look at was the outline of his mom’s gorgeous breasts under her shirt, and her sexy, exposed thighs.

  “John, just tell me,” said his mom. “We’re in this together.”

  John sighed. That was the problem, he thought to himself.

  “Mom, Erik’s daughter, Elsa, is on Blackthorn Isle,” he said. Natalie nodded slightly.

  “I had heard as much,” she said. “She was born out of wedlock, back when I was still on the island. She’s a sweet girl but was never really on the best terms with her father.”

  John met his mother’s beautiful eyes. They had an enticing gleam to them, as though they were calling out to him to move in closer to her, and do terrible, terrible things. The last thing in the world he wanted was to worry her or tell her something that was going to upset her, but he knew that he had to.

  “Mom, she knows.”

  Natalie blinked a couple of times and looked at her son, confused.

  “What?” she asked. “What do you-“

  “She knows about us and has evidence,” said John. “The pictures that were taken that night on the roof. She has them.”

  John’s mom leaned back in her chair and folded her arms. Her lips pulled together tight, and for a moment it looked as though her mind was moving a million miles a minute.

  “How?” she asked.

  “Mom…” John took a deep breath and prepared to tell her the rest. “She’s the one who did it. She killed her father, and Erik van Katho was the one who hired Alison Orton. She found the photos in his room.”

  “Okay.” His mom’s response was much less panicked than what John had been expecting. “And what does she want?”

  “She uh… she wants me to, well, be with her.”

  Natalie watched his face for a moment.