MALUM Part 1. by Amo Jones
Series: The Elite Kings Club
Blurb“Love is savage, love is blind, love is something they may not find…”
Once upon a time, there was a young girl who lived in a battered trailer, a girl from the wrong side of the tracks.
One day, she fell down The Elite Kings’ rabbit hole. Sucked into a dark vortex of lies, hate, and deceit, and spat out by money, glitz, and power.
There were things this little girl didn’t know, things she was about to find out and secrets that have been kept from her. Those secrets were guarded by the boys that were about to smash her world open and tear it all apart…
He may be a Malum, but she is a Stuprum, born into this world but neglected by the choice of her mother. Her eyes may not glisten with stars, but they roar with fire, and when she finally reaches her peak, it’s that same fire that will burn.
Them.
All.
Down.
My name is Tillie Stuprum, and my story is not like the rest.
Everything she thought she knew is a fabricated version of the truth. I’m Nate Riverside-Malum, the one your girl whispers about to her friends and whose initials are scratched down your back. Her story is not like the rest of them, because her story is dead.
This time we can read Tillie and Nate's book in series of The Elite Kings, MALUM Volume 1. Mostly, we can read the story from their perspectives. I'm not going to gush about Amo's style, because everyone knows she is the QUEEN for me. That is never gonna change. NEVER.
Nate, after Bishop, was my all-time favorite, but I think this sequence has been reversed. It's so impenetrable, incomprehensible, elusive. Still, you want, you want to know and love it. In everyone's life there are moments that you are unable to control. From there on, you're less yourself. You fight, but you win or fail?
Tillie, also is a strong character; we haven’t had a chance to get to know her. We get an insight into her past and into her future. She has a huge role in their world, I will be curious to know how she react, adapt or resist?
I think this section has really exceeded all of them in the series. I didn't get less than I expected. I thought, it is nonsense to create bigger, but Amo has shown that it is possible. I hate you a bit, because you make me addicted. But I adore you to write it in spite of the immense pain. Nate had always been my favorite character, Tillie less. I was in heaven and then in hell like on a roller coaster. I hated them, I hated them because they’ve kept secrets from each other, they were always fighting, and by the time everything went straight...I hate you because you took this away from them. But then I have to change my opinion. I died a little. For both of them, for three of them. Thank you for creating such a strong character because they survive everything and everyone.
Nate, Bishop után örök kedvenc volt, de azt hiszem ez a sorrend most felcserélődött. Olyan átláthatatlan, érthetetlen, megfoghatatlan. Mégis vágysz rá, ismerni akarod, szeretni. Mindenki életében elérkezik az a pillanat amit képtelen irányítani, csak úgy megtörténik, onnantól fogva pedig kevésbé vagy önmagad. Harcolsz, de győzöl vagy elbuksz? Tillie, szintén egy erős karakter, eddig nem igazán volt esélyünk megismerni. Betekintést kapunk múltjába és ezáltal jövőjébe is. Hatalmas szerepe van világukban, kíváncsi leszek hogyan reagál, alkalmazkodik, vagy ellenáll?
Ez a rész azt hiszem felülmúlta az eddigi összeset a sorozatban. Nem kaptam kevesebbet mint amit vártam, sőt. Ugyan azt hittem hogy azokhoz képest már nem lehet nagyobbat alkotni, de Amo megmutatta hogy igen. Egy kicsit utállak is érte, mert függővé teszel. De imádlak hogy megírtad még a mérhetetlen fájdalom ellenére. Nate mindig is kedvenc szereplőm volt, Tillie kevésbé. A mennyben éreztem magam aztán a pokolban, mint egy hullámvasúton. Utáltam őket, utáltam mert titkolóztak egymás előtt, állandóan küzdöttek és mire minden egyenesbe ment, utáltalak mert elvetted tőlük ezt. De ezután meg kell változtatnom a véleményemet. Egy kicsit meghaltam. Mindkettejükért, mindhármukért. Köszönöm hogy hogy ilyen erős karaktereket teremtettél, mert ők mindent és mindenkit túlélnek.
- What aren’t you telling me, princess…
- Nate! - I yelp, but he shoves my face into the ground again, turning me around onto my back. Pressing his forearm into my throat, my eyes search his frantically.
- What do you mean!”
- I know you’re walking us into a trap, Tillie. You showing up out of nowhere, calm and collected about your psycho sister stealing Micaela, it doesn’t fucking piece up right.
- I don’t know what you’re talking about! - He shoves me again, his mouth coming down to the side of my neck.
- Don’t lie to me, Tillie.
- I’m not! - I yell, rearing up to his face until our nose tips touching. - I fucking said I’m not lying to you, Nate. She took her, and then dumped me back at Madison’s. What more do you want from me?
- Is that a serious question? - He growls, and my heart thunders in my chest at the soft caress of his fingertip sliding over my collarbone. - Because right now. - He grinds himself against me. I slam my eyes closed in an attempt to mentally remove myself from the onslaught of sensations that he’s thrashing into me. - There’s a whole fucking lot that I want from you that what you’ve had a taste of wouldn’t even classify as a snack.
I yank my face away from him. - Your games aren’t going to work on me, Nate. I’m not one of your preppy princesses. You can’t break what you didn’t build.
He chuckles, and then he wraps his fingers around my chin, yanking my face up so that I’m glaring right at him. - You saying I haven’t contributed to the fucked-up shit that goes on in that pretty little head, princess, huh?
I narrow my eyes. - I didn’t say that, but you didn’t break me, Nate. I was damaged when you found me, you just inflicted more scars. - I’m frustrated with his weight pressing down on me. Not frustrated because I want him to get off but frustrated because I don’t want him to get off.
He pauses, his jaw clenching. Water drips down from his hair and falls onto my lip. I lick it off until the taste of his conditioner or whatever it is that he has in his hair slips down my throat. - You. Ran.- The words leave his mouth through pained lips, and it momentarily stops all of my thought processes.
- I didn’t run, Nate, - I answer softly. My chest feels heavy and my throat feels clogged.
- You should have, Tillie.
- I, wait— what? Now you’re saying I should have run?
His mouth comes to mine, but not enough to kiss me, only enough for his lips to lightly tease mine. He growls out so softly that I almost miss it - Yeah. To me .
Pain flashes through me and threatens to take hold when his hand gently comes to my neck and his fingers wrap around my throat. - But you didn’t. - Abort, abort. His soft tone is now replaced with anger, venom dripping off every syllable. - Now you’ve caused a whole lot of shit that could have been avoided. So I’m going to ask you again, as me. As fucking Tillie and Nate. - he kisses me this time. His soft lips brushing over mine. I don’t open at first, afraid that letting his tongue slip inside of me will also grant him access to my soul. He pulls back slightly, and I have to hammer down my breathing. His eyes search mine. - Are you hiding something?
I shake my head, the lie falling effortlessly from my mouth. - No.
He growls, and I barely hear it over the pounding of the rain crashing against the leaves, then one of his knees presses between mine, spreading my leg wide.
I swallow. - Nate…
His other leg joins, pressing my other wide until I’m open season for him.
- Nate… - I repeat myself, hoping it’ll snap him out of it.
- Shut up, Tillie. Me having my dick exactly where it wants to be right now is balancing out the fact that I want to kill you. I’m seeing fucking red right now, baby, and you have the flag hanging off of your sweet little ass.
We’re doing this. Right here and right now.
MALUM: Part 1 © Amo Jones 2019
- What aren’t you telling me, princess…
- Nate! - I yelp, but he shoves my face into the ground again, turning me around onto my back. Pressing his forearm into my throat, my eyes search his frantically.
- What do you mean!”
- I know you’re walking us into a trap, Tillie. You showing up out of nowhere, calm and collected about your psycho sister stealing Micaela, it doesn’t fucking piece up right.
- I don’t know what you’re talking about! - He shoves me again, his mouth coming down to the side of my neck.
- Don’t lie to me, Tillie.
- I’m not! - I yell, rearing up to his face until our nose tips touching. - I fucking said I’m not lying to you, Nate. She took her, and then dumped me back at Madison’s. What more do you want from me?
- Is that a serious question? - He growls, and my heart thunders in my chest at the soft caress of his fingertip sliding over my collarbone. - Because right now. - He grinds himself against me. I slam my eyes closed in an attempt to mentally remove myself from the onslaught of sensations that he’s thrashing into me. - There’s a whole fucking lot that I want from you that what you’ve had a taste of wouldn’t even classify as a snack.
I yank my face away from him. - Your games aren’t going to work on me, Nate. I’m not one of your preppy princesses. You can’t break what you didn’t build.
He chuckles, and then he wraps his fingers around my chin, yanking my face up so that I’m glaring right at him. - You saying I haven’t contributed to the fucked-up shit that goes on in that pretty little head, princess, huh?
I narrow my eyes. - I didn’t say that, but you didn’t break me, Nate. I was damaged when you found me, you just inflicted more scars. - I’m frustrated with his weight pressing down on me. Not frustrated because I want him to get off but frustrated because I don’t want him to get off.
He pauses, his jaw clenching. Water drips down from his hair and falls onto my lip. I lick it off until the taste of his conditioner or whatever it is that he has in his hair slips down my throat. - You. Ran.- The words leave his mouth through pained lips, and it momentarily stops all of my thought processes.
- I didn’t run, Nate, - I answer softly. My chest feels heavy and my throat feels clogged.
- You should have, Tillie.
- I, wait— what? Now you’re saying I should have run?
His mouth comes to mine, but not enough to kiss me, only enough for his lips to lightly tease mine. He growls out so softly that I almost miss it - Yeah. To me .
Pain flashes through me and threatens to take hold when his hand gently comes to my neck and his fingers wrap around my throat. - But you didn’t. - Abort, abort. His soft tone is now replaced with anger, venom dripping off every syllable. - Now you’ve caused a whole lot of shit that could have been avoided. So I’m going to ask you again, as me. As fucking Tillie and Nate. - he kisses me this time. His soft lips brushing over mine. I don’t open at first, afraid that letting his tongue slip inside of me will also grant him access to my soul. He pulls back slightly, and I have to hammer down my breathing. His eyes search mine. - Are you hiding something?
I shake my head, the lie falling effortlessly from my mouth. - No.
He growls, and I barely hear it over the pounding of the rain crashing against the leaves, then one of his knees presses between mine, spreading my leg wide.
I swallow. - Nate…
His other leg joins, pressing my other wide until I’m open season for him.
- Nate… - I repeat myself, hoping it’ll snap him out of it.
- Shut up, Tillie. Me having my dick exactly where it wants to be right now is balancing out the fact that I want to kill you. I’m seeing fucking red right now, baby, and you have the flag hanging off of your sweet little ass.
We’re doing this. Right here and right now.
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