Chapter 15

Chapter Fifteen

Nova

I’m in Thomas’ office rummaging through his files, the only light in the room is the small lamp beside me. Every night since I received the note from my uncle I have been turning the house upside down trying to find this proof he said I needed to find. Tonight is my last chance to find something, Waylen arrives tomorrow and I won’t have a chance to look around while he is here without him asking questions.

I don’t realize how much time has passed until I hear the office door creak open. I scream in fright until two-horns raises his hands. I suck a ragged breath and sag against the cabinet until I recall my conversation with Vox this afternoon.

Only two horns has seen my tattoo of Waylen’s name.

Only Vox calls me witch or little witch.

Yet, both of them seem to know things the other shouldn't, which is why instead of paying him any attention I turn my back and say. “We’re not fucking tonight, I’m not in the mood.” I’m proud of how strong my voice is. Every night he has come to my room and devoured me. God, the way he fucks is so unholy and shows he has the devil inside him. I continue rifling through the files but when I feel him against my back I still. He reaches out, turns the lamp off and plunges us into darkness. Gooseflesh dots my skin and I start to burn with need.

“You dare to deny me what is mine ?” I attempt to turn around but he grips the back of my head and slams the side of my face against the cabinet. I hiss in pain. His free hand grips the waistband of my yoga pants and yanks them down to just below my ass. I squeal when he smacks my ass and lurch forward into the cabinet, forcing the things on top to clatter to the ground.

“What the fuck—” I’m cut off when he lands another hit to my other cheek. “Ahhh.”

“Deny me again, I dare you,” he taunts as he delivers another three whacks to my ass. As he delivers the final blow, a moans slips free and I clamp my lips closed, mortified at myself for getting off on this shit. “Good girl,” he purrs as he leans down, scraping the rough edges of his mask against my face. The texture sends a shiver down my spine. His hand skates over the globes of my ass, massaging the sting away, I close my eyes and try to find the will to fight against him but the second he slips his fingers through my folds and growls, I lose the battle.

“Oh, fuck,” I cry out when he slips his fingers inside me.

“This pussy belongs to me, your cum and your moans are for me only. Don’t ever deny me again or you won’t like the repercussions.” I’m mute, I can’t form a single word. All that comes out when I open my mouth is mewls and moans as he strokes that sweet spot inside that I can’t even hit when I finger myself. “Who does this pussy belong to, witch ?” At the use of the nickname from Vox, everything inside me tenses, if it was a common pet name like babe or baby it would mean nothing but witch is not common.

“Vox!” I call out but I’m met with silence as he continues to finger my pussy. I feel the orgasm cresting.

“Keep your face forward and don’t fucking move,” he snaps, then withdraws his fingers. I’m trembling and on edge as I wait to see what he will do next. I jolt when he grips my pants and pulls them off, then grips the back of my shirt and pulls it up. I expect him to take it off but instead he positions it so it’s covering my head. “Leave it,” he snaps when I try to remove it.

Anticipation builds as I feel him move behind me, his hands gripping my ass and parting my cheeks, drawing a gasp of surprise from me. I feel his hot breath blow against my core and I moan.

“I’m going to eat this cunt.” The sound of his voice—his real voice has me stiffening. I know that voice! All thought flees me when he pushes his tongue inside my pussy.

“Fuck yes!” I cry out then push back against his face. His arms wrap around me, anchoring me to him as he laps at my pussy and fucks me with his mouth. Just the feeling of his mouth on my cunt has heat unfurling inside me, my orgasm building rapidly and I know without a doubt that this orgasm is going to put me on my ass. When he sucks my clit into his mouth… I shatter. “Vox!” I scream out. I don’t know why I say his name but I am almost certain that the man I have been fucking for the past five days is my evil neighbor and my new best friend’s twin brother. I’m shaking and my knees want to give out, his hold on me is the only thing that keeps me standing. Unlike all the other times, he brings me down gently, then just when I think I can’t take it any longer, he pulls back. I remain still and don’t move an inch as I feel him stand.

“Never say that name,” he growls, his voice sounds different, almost like he is purposely changing it so I won’t figure out his true identity. I feel the tip of his cock a second before he slams into me so hard I smash against the cabinet, shifting it forward on the wooden floor. His pace is punishing but fucking euphoric. He fucks me like a savage and uses my body to get off. I love that he takes what he wants from me without apology. He’s sure with every thrust and touch. He knows me better than I do and I have had years to study my own wants and needs, yet none of those things compare to how he can make me feel.

“Fuck me just like that,” I cry out. A hand clamps down on my throat and I hate that I can’t see his face as he pulls me back, flush against his chest. His move to choke me is strategic, this way he can make sure my shirt doesn’t slip and my vision remains obscured. His grip on my neck tightens and my breaths become labored as he restricts my airway. Just as black dots dance in the edges of my eyes an orgasm so strong barrels through me with such a force that I try to push away from him, but he keeps me in place with his hold. His grip on my throat loosens and I gasp as I ride out the aftershocks of my climax with him continuing to plough into me with brutality.

I feel his cock swelling inside me and I know he is about to come. I brace myself to hear the sound of his voice as he calls my name but to my surprise, he bends down and bites my shoulder, silencing himself. I cry out in pain for a moment. The pain bleeds into pleasure just as quickly, my eyes widening in horror when I feel him pull out and I know he didn’t use a condom when his cum starts to leak out of me.

“Get on your knees,” he growls in that weird voice. Without thought, I do as he says and quickly pushes my shirt down and look up at him hoping to catch a glimpse of his face but disappointment burns through me when I see his mask is back in place. “Clean my cock.” My head reels back.

“How–” My reply is cut short when he pushes his wet cock into my mouth then tangles his fingers in my hair to hold me in place as I gag around him.

“Fuck, yes, tomorrow I’m coming down your throat,” he declares, then pulls free. I gasp and slump forward on my hands dragging some much needed air into my lungs. I see him out of the corner of my eye turning to leave but my words have him freezing.

“My friend is coming over tomorrow and will be staying for the weekend.” I lift my head when he turns to face me.

“Better learn to be quiet then.”

My jaw unhinges. “No–”

“I’m coming back for what is mine. Deny me my right and see what happens to your friend.” He leaves with his ominous words hanging in the air. I should be angry or scared but instead, I’m turned on at the fact he doesn’t give a fuck about Waylen being here. Nothing is going to stop him from getting to me and the feeling inside me tells me I am getting addicted to this masked stranger and that is a bad thing.

A really bad thing!