Chapter 46

Chapter Forty-Six

Vox

Getting Thomas out of the house was easy, I just had to make him think I left after taking Nova to her room. My car is hidden down the street. Nexus’ biggest flaw is that he loves to brag and the dumb fuck bragged about how his new security system works, so it was easy enough to figure out how to hack into it without them knowing and loop the feed.

They will never know I was here hunting the witch.

I know she’s angry and wants to kill me but that won’t be happening tonight because she hates Vox and blames him, but the dirty little witch craves two horns and it’s for that reason alone why I am wearing my mask and hunting her through the house. Unlike her, I know how to walk without being heard, she’s easy to track. I stand in the living room and strain my hearing, when I hear the sound of a foot hitting something toward my right I take off in that direction and pivot around the corner into the laundry room. I stop in the entryway and watch as she tries to pry the sliding door open that leads to the backyard but after a moment stops, and I see her back tense.

She knows I’m here.

Her arms drop back to her sides as she stands tall, keeping her back to me. “You found me, now what.” I say nothing as I stalk into the room and don’t stop until my chest is flush against her back. A shiver works its way through her and she does nothing to hide it. I reach around her front and grip her throat in my hand, tilting her head back until she stares up at me. She darts her tongue out to moisten her lips. I force back the groan that wants to break free, knowing what that tongue feels like sliding up and down my shaft as she sucks me all the way into the back of her throat.

“Now, I take what is mine and remind you who the fuck you belong to.”

“I belong to no one and especially not you… two horns.” I smile beneath my mask, she called me two horns not Vox, which means she wants this as much as I do and I plan to give her everything her dirty tainted heart desires. I shift my hold on her throat and unclasp the collar around her neck and toss it to the side.

“You only wear that when I’m not around,” I growl.

“I’m around you every day,” she fires back.

“Correction, you’re around Vox every day, not me .”

“You told me that the moment I removed the mask that I had to make peace with you and him being the same and I couldn’t hide from the truth. So, are you a liar as well as a murderer?”

Her defiance should anger me, but it doesn’t. All she is doing is making me rock fucking hard.

“You knew I killed before and never once turned me away.” I spin her around and force her back until she is flush against the wall. I pin her in place with my hips, which draws a sharp gasp from her when she feels my hard length pressed against her stomach. “You love that I am Filthy, it turns you on and the fact you can hate Vox but want me makes you disgusted with yourself.” She turns her face to the side, refusing to look at me. I lean down and run my mask along her neck knowing she loves the feeling of it against her skin.

She slowly turns her head toward me. I rest my forehead against her and stare into the fiery depths of her eyes. Her hatred burns deep for me but I can also see the need in those green eyes. I skim my hand down her side and watch her as her eyes twitch. She's trying to fight the feelings I am eliciting inside her but she and I both know it's a losing battle. The moment I force my hand between our bodies and cup her pussy she moans.

“So filthy,” I purr as I shift my hand and push inside her pants. She widens her legs, giving me better access to stroke her through the material of her panties. I can see how wet she is and it has my cock twitching in my pants. I push the lacy material to the side and stroke a single finger through her folds. She cranes her neck back and moans while thrusting her hips forward, urging me to stroke her clit, I oblige willingly.

“How did I end up in your car and not Vivian’s?” she pants. I refuse to give her what she wants by being distracted by her question. She wants me to falter and pull away so she can feel good about herself and not have to deal with the fallout of fucking me.

“I was there watching. I didn’t give her a choice like I’m not giving you one now,” I growl as I push her pants down her legs. She steps out of them and kicks them to the side. I can see the war on her face, part of her wants to stab me right in the heart but the other part of her that is craving the release her body needs refuses to allow her feelings to take control. “Take my cock out.” Her breath hitches at my order and she hesitates for a moment until I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze, leaving her no choice but to obey my demand.

She pops the button on my jeans and yanks the zipper down, all while keeping her eyes locked on mine. The defiance I see in her has a smirk ghosting across my lips. She pushes my jeans and boxers down, allowing my cock to spring free. I hiss when she wraps her dainty hand around my shaft and pumps. I brace my hand beside her head on the wall and lean in but keep an inch of space between our faces.

“I hate you,” she grits out through clenched teeth as she continues to stroke me.

“The feeling is mutual.” I fight to keep my eyes from closing when she uses her free hand to cup my balls. A groan slips from me and the satisfied look on her face snaps me out of it. I force her hands away, grip her thigh and lock it around my waist as I line my cock up with her entrance. Her mouth parts, forming a perfect O when I press the tip of my cock inside her tight wet cunt. I push inside her and relish the sight of her eyes rolling back and the way she arches forward, pressing her tits against me. I grips her other thigh and lift her, she locks her arms around my neck and stares down at me with a wistful look on her face. “Ride me.”

Without argument she braces her hands on my shoulders, locks her ankles around my waist and begins bouncing up and down on my cock. This isn’t about caring or liking each other, this is our way of showing the other that we are still in control of our own prospective lives and loathe each other, but when it comes to needing to be fucked and ravaged we know that the other is the only person who can give us the release we both crave. I grip the globes of her ass and guide her up and down when her movements turn choppy, her filthy cunt is trying to milk my cock for all it’s worth.

“I need… more,” she snaps. Gripping her waist, I lift her off my lap and place her on her feet. She stares up at me with an open mouth.

“Turn around, hands on the wall, legs apart.” Desire pulses off her as she spins around and obeys my command. I run my hands over her perfect ass and love the sounds she makes when I smack that edible peach. Fuck, I want to sink my teeth into it and listen to her cry out but I know the instant I remove this mask she will put a stop to this and my balls are way too fucking blue right now to risk her saying no .

I grip my cock and line it up with her pussy. I slam inside her, not giving her any warning until I’m balls deep inside her tight wet hole. She screams out and the sound is like music to my fucking ears. I don’t allow her time to recover as I pull almost all the way out, then slam back inside her, the sounds she makes has the beast inside me purring and taking control. My grip on her is punishing and bruising but I don’t care, I want Nexus to see my fingerprints on her and know it was me that was fucking his fiancée senseless while he was out at his pathetic party.

“Oh, fuck, I’m going to come!” she screams out. I want to deny her the release she craves and keep her teetering on the edge but my own release is screaming at me to give into her demands and allow us both this bliss, so I do. “Two horns!” she screams as she clamps down on my cock and explodes. I bite down on my lip to keep her name from tearing out of me. This moment of weakness was nothing more than me needing to be balls deep inside her and that’s it.

The only sounds that can be heard is our labored breathing. I ease out of her and don’t miss the way she flinches and quickly turns away from me, trying to hurriedly find her pants. We both dress without a saying word. The second I’m done, I move past her and nearly escape without having to speak to her but her words have me freezing on the spot.

“That will never happen again, you have helped them take everything from me and I will never forgive you for that.”

“The fact you doubt my intentions says more about you than me, little witch.”

“They killed my best friend, took my mom and are now holding her hostage. But you… you killed my brother.” I spin around and glare at the witch.

“If I recall you wanted nothing to do with him and now that he is gone you think you have the right to call him brother ?” I don’t give her a chance to answer. “Play the game, witch, and you may just make it out of this alive and with your mother.”

“How the fuck am I supposed to do that when you are risking everything by coming here and…” She clamps her mouth closed, unable to finish.

“I came to you like this because you seem to see me as two people. You want to hate me as Vox, so it makes you feel better about what has happened, but you latch onto the idea of me as two horns because you think this mask makes me your savior or some shit. I told you, witch, I chose the winning side and I meant it.”

“What the fuck does that even mean?” she screams.

“It means, I won’t fucking lose. Keep playing the game Nexus wants you to?—”

“So I should let him keep showering with me and trying to fuck me every night?” Her revelation has a red haze overcoming me and my fists clenching at my sides. I force my anger to reside or I risk blowing this all up.

“If he touches you, I’ll kill him and it will ruin everything. Don’t let that happen because everyone’s lives and freedom are resting on your shoulders.” I’ve already said too much, so I turn and get the fuck out of there before I ruin everything by telling her.