Chapter 29

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Nova

I stare at him with my mouth slightly open in shock, I truly thought him fucking me was his way of trying to convince me to ask a favor but… I was wrong.

“Where are the letters?” I ask, changing the subject, the slight hitch to his lips annoys me but I don’t comment.

“My house,” Vox answers.

My shoulders slump. “I can’t leave the house,” I grumble.

“No cameras in here, right?” Hayze asks.

I frown slightly confused. “Yeah?”

“Good. We’ll walk out the front door making Nexus think we left, but then Vox can climb back in here and not get caught or have to leave.” I gape at Hayze.

“I don’t think?—”

Vox cuts me off. “Be back soon, witch,” he says, then stalks out of my room. Hayze shoots me a wink and wags his eyebrows as he follows his friend out. I groan, then jump to my feet and lock the door behind them, then shove my desk chair under the handle. I don’t bother to unlock the balcony doors, knowing he can get in with or without them being locked. I decide to make the most of my time before he comes back. I head for the bathroom. It feels weird taking a shower without Waylen on Facetime but I get why he said it was too risky and safer to text.

I miss seeing his beautiful face.

I miss Mom as well.

I push those thoughts away as I strip off my clothes and dump them in the hamper, then step under the spray of the shower. I let the water wash over me, hoping it can wash away the pain I’m living with and the feeling of being lost. I hate that I don’t know where my mom is or if she is okay. I hate that Waylen isn’t with me when I need him. I gasp when the light shuts off. I try to calm my breathing as I turn the water off, but my heart is beating erratically inside my chest. I bite back the scream that wants to tear from me when I feel the cool draft of air on my naked back when the shower door is open.

“You look good, little witch.” A whoosh of air escapes me at the familiar sound of the voice distorter. The instant his hands grip my waist and pull me back against his chest I melt into him. He trails his hand up my stomach and between the hollow of my breasts as he grips my throat and tilts my head back. The lack of lighting makes it hard to see anything but I can make out his mask in the darkness.

We stand here staring at each other for a long moment, I don’t know when it happened but something has shifted between us. This isn’t a masked stranger anymore, it’s Vox. He knew who I was the whole time but I had no idea he was my masked man. He knows my desires and what gets me off. The second his free hand cups my pussy all rational thought flees.

“It appears I failed to satisfy all desires and wants of yours.”

I gasp and push back into him as I rise onto my tip toes when he slides a finger through my folds. “Huh?’ I manage to gasp out.

“You want to be fucked in a bed.” I shake my head not grasping what he’s saying as he pushes a finger inside my greedy cunt.

“Fuck,” I hiss when he hooks that finger inside me, stroking it against that sweet spot.

“I’ll give you tonight, to demand what you want.”

“If that’s your apology, it sucks,” I breathe out. When he leans down and the roughness of his mask scrapes against my cheek I shiver.

“Why would I apologize for taking what’s mine?” The possessive edge to his voice and the way he touches me is what I’ve missed.

“I’m not yours, Vox.” I gasp out when he inserts a second finger, his pace quickens and his grip on my throat tightens.

“Wrong. You are mine, witch, with or without the mask this pussy belongs to me .” I cry out when he presses the pad of his thumb against my clit. “Tell me this is mine or I'll stop and make you suck my cock instead.” A whimper escapes me, I want to deny him and tell him I belong to no one, but the cresting orgasm and the need to come has all rational thought taking a backseat.

“Okay!” I cry out, but the fucker yanks his fingers free and spins me around until my back is flush against the tiled wall. I hiss at the cold but his body keeps me in place. He grips the backs of my thighs and lifts, leaving me no other option but to lock my legs around his waist and wrap my arms around his neck. “Why’d you stop?”

“Because you need to be reminded who you belong to, witch.” His words send a wave of heat coursing through me. He carries me out of the shower and into my bedroom—he has turned the lights out in here as well. He moves to the edge of the bed and releases his hold on me. I drop onto the comforter with the grace of a toddler. The moonlight streams through the open balcony doors, illuminating him. As usual he wears all black but it’s the sight of his mask that has my breath hitching. Is it crazy that I see Vox daily but I miss two horns? I know they are the same person but it was different with two horns. I had no reservations. With Vox, I am always on edge and wondering what his next move is. “Your move, witch.”

I push up onto my elbows and look up at him, I dart my tongue out to moisten my lips and decide to hell with inhibitions and everything else.

“I want to see you.” He reaches for the mask but I stop him with my words. “Not the mask, just the clothes.” He stands there for a moment unmoving, a small part of me thinks he will deny me this but I need it. I’m not ready for Vox, I need this moment to say goodbye to two horns and what I shared with him before I can think about Vox being the one to fuck me.

I don’t miss the fact he isn’t wearing gloves or a hoodie to hide his tattoos from me. He grips the back of his shirt and tugs it off, careful not to remove the mask. I drink in the sight of the ink covering his arms, hands, neck and chest. Fuck, Vox really is hot. When he pops the button on his jeans and tugs the zipper down, my breaths turn shallow and I'm nearly panting as he pushes them down his thick thighs. He stands before me naked except for the mask and Jesus have mercy on my pussy because it is pulsing with the need to feel him inside me.

I widen my legs in an invitation for him. He grips my ankles and runs his hands up my legs, slowly. When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he brushes his thumb over the top of my pussy, drawing a sharp intake of breath from me.

“What do you want, witch?”

I swallow and try to force the words out but then he ruins it by cupping my tits and a moan breaks free instead of words.

“I need…” I clamp my mouth closed when he climbs between my legs.

“For me to take control and show you that I am the one who knows what you need, what you crave?” He withdraws his touch and grips his shaft running it through my slick folds pulling a whimper from me. “Isn’t that right, little witch?”

“Y-yes,” I admit.

“Good girl.” When he presses the head of his cock inside me I moan, dropping back against the bed. He grabs my legs and forces them back toward me as he slams inside me, drawing a sharp cry out of me. My legs rest on his shoulders as he pushes forward and places his hands on either side of my head.

“Vox,” I whimper.

“You can’t call me that with this on,” he growls as he pulls back and slams into me with a punishing force. My back arches off the bed. He does this twice more before he bats my legs off his shoulders and flips us so I’m on top. I brace my hands on his chest and stare down at him in shock.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Take out whatever anger you have toward me on my dick because I’m not saying sorry for shit.” I gape at him. “You want me to say I’m sorry? Not gonna happen, witch. I saw what I wanted and went after it, now it’s time you take what you want.” His words bolster my confidence. I peer down at him and grit my teeth as I reach out and grip his mask but his words have me pausing. “Be sure you’re ready for that, witch, once it’s gone there is no more fooling yourself. It will just be me with no more barriers between us, no more excuses of you blaming me for taking advantage of you.” His words settle inside me like a boulder but I push on, tearing the mask off and tossing it to the side.

His blue eyes almost shine in the moonlight as he peers up at me without an ounce of remorse in his gaze. Whatever he sees in my eyes has him sitting forward and wrapping his arms around my waist. His minty breath fans across my face as we stare at each other. Before I can talk myself out of it, I wrap my arms around his neck and tangle my fingers in his hair, then mesh my lips to his.

His shock lasts mere seconds before he’s kissing me back. This kiss isn’t sweet, loving or clean. It’s messy and a fight for power, our teeth clanging against each other’s but needing the upper hand for even a moment. I grind against him, drawing a deep groan from him that I swallow. He breaks the kiss and stares into my eyes as I find my rhythm. His hold on my waist guides me but he doesn’t take control of my movements even though I can see he wants to. He sucks my nipple into his hot mouth and I cry out as I feel my orgasm rising inside me and chase it. I try to reach for it, needing it more than my next breath.

“Vox… I need more,” I whine as I quicken my pace, chasing my release.

“You want me to fuck you?”

I throw my head back and moan loudly as I continue to ride him. “Yes.”

“Admit this pussy belongs to me and I’ll make you come, baby.” I want to deny his claim over my body but the need to come is high, I won’t survive being denied another orgasm so I relent.

“Fine! It belongs to you, now fuck me,” I scream. He hoists me off his lap and forces me face first into the mattress with his hand on the back of my neck. He knees my legs apart and slips up behind me.

“Head down, ass up, witch.” I do as he says. When he pushes inside me this time a needy desperate moan tumbles from my lips. “Fuck this pussy is perfect,” he praises me, I can’t focus on his words though.

“Vox, please.”

“Fuck, hearing you say my name while you beg is fucking beautiful,” he growls as he pulls back and thrusts inside me.

“Yes, just like that.” He rewards me with doing it again but each time his thrusts get harder hitting me right where I need him and within a minute my climax tears through me like a hurricane. “Vox!” I cry out as I clamp down on his cock and come, screams tear from me as he continues pounding inside me until he finds his own release.

“Nova!” he growls my name as he comes, and hearing that from his lips sends a delicious shiver down my spine. Vox pulls out of me and flops down beside me, panting. I do the same, trying to regain control of my ragged breathing but it’s futile when he turns on his side and wraps an arm around my waist, drawing me back against his chest. His breath tickles the back of my neck but I don’t move, we’ve never done the whole cuddle thing. Usually he fucks me then leaves, and that’s it until he comes back the next night so this is uncharted territory for us. “You good?”

His gravelly tone has a smile etching its way onto my lips. “Yeah,” I croak out but still when I feel his cum dripping out of me. I shove away from him, leap off the bed and race into the bathroom to clean up. I curse myself at least twenty times before I make my way back into my bedroom to find him sitting in the middle of my bed with his jeans on but the button and zipper undone. He flicks his gaze to me and the way his eyes travel the length of my body has my brain short circuiting and need thrumming inside me already. I spot his shirt on the ground and snatch it up and pull it over my head.

“No condom, seriously?” I snap as I turn and face him.

The fucker just shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t like not being able to feel you.” My jaw unhinges.

“And I don’t want to be chained to you for eighteen years if I push out a baby with your big ass head.” The fucker scoffs and looks at me like I slapped him.

“My head is not big, witch.” I roll my lips over my teeth to keep from laughing—the bad tattooed wolf doesn’t like his ego being wounded.

“It kind of is.” He narrows his eyes at me.

“Shut the fuck up and get your ass over here.”

“No, you have to use a condom next time?—”

“Next time?” I feel the heat in my cheeks and groan as I scrub a hand down my face, his laughter just serves to piss me off further. “Fine, next time I won’t let carnal urges take control and I’ll make sure to get you on the pill so I can keep fucking you bare.”

“That is not what I meant!”

“Yeah well, too fucking bad. I like the idea of marking you and the sight of my cum dripping out of your cunt gets me off. Deal with it. Now get the fuck over here or I’m not showing you these letters.” I balk at the fucker, he is seriously delusional. But the truth is, hearing that he likes marking me with his cum has me feeling giddy. “Nova?” I dart my gaze back to his. “I’ve never fucked any chick without a condom, only you and I don’t want to stop doing it.”

I bite the corner of my lip and nod. “Okay,” I say quietly.

“Come here.” How the fuck can I deny him when he looks better than God sitting there shirtless on my bed. Vox Hatchett is trouble with a capital T and I can’t seem to stop myself, or even want to, from following his orders.