Page 2 of The Aftermath

Angel

“I don’t feel like being here today,” I whine as I follow Tamsyn into class.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know. I’ve just been feeling off,” I tell her.

“About what?”

“Everything. Nothing. Life. I don’t know, Tamsyn. With the ceremony coming up and just …”

“Are you nervous?”

“About what?” I ask her not sure what I should be nervous about.

“That you don’t know who you’re promised to. Fuck, I’m nervous as fuck about that too.”

“What if you aren’t promised to Ry?” I ask, changing the subject.

“I honestly don’t know. Guess we’ll see when the time comes,” she says with a shrug. We find our seats in class, and I half listen to the professor talk, but I keep zoning out. It’s not that I don’t want to be here because I do, but my mind keeps drifting, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I’ve tried to stop it, I’ve tried to ignore it, but it’s always there. It’s always in the fucking background, and I hate it. Even more so? I hate not knowing.

When class is over, Tamsyn and I leave the classroom and are greeted by the guys. My eyes find Silas’s, and that’s where they hold. His eyes burn a hole through me, and I find myself shuddering a little. He thinks I don’t know he’s the one sneaking into my room at night. He thinks I don’t know it’s him, but he’s wrong. And how do I know he’s the man in the mask? His cologne. I can fucking smell him a mile away, and that scent gets me every time.

I don’t tell him because I like the mystery. I like the unknown, and apparently, he does, too. There’s just something about him sneaking into my room with that mask on that has me dropping to my knees to worship at his altar.

“You two done eye fucking?” Tamsyn chimes in. I shake my head and lick my lips, knowing Silas won’t do anything without the mask.

“Not even close,” I tell her as I watch him. He smirks, and it’s so goddamn beautiful.

“I can promise you if you’re the one promised to me, Angel, you won’t be an Angel when I get done with you.” His words cause heat to stir inside of me. That’s exactly what I want. I want Silas to make me his dirty little Angel.

“I don’t know why you’re making me wait,” I protest. He grins bigger and steps into my space, crowding me, and I can smell that damn cologne of his that makes me crazy. He lifts his finger and runs it down my cheek, causing bumps to form on my flesh. My lips part, and Silas slips his thumb into my mouth. I suck it, and I suck it hard. I twirl my tongue around the tip before pulling it deeper into my mouth. Silas groans before slowly pulling it out with a pop. Then he brings it to his lips and sucks it into his mouth.

“You keep tempting me like that, and I might have to show you what a real man can do,” he purrs. I nod my head because that’s exactly what I want. Since he’s been coming into my room wearing the mask, he hasn’t fucked me. He teases me, he tortures me, but not once has his cock been inside of me. It doesn’t matter how much I beg him or plead with him. It’s his tongue or his fingers that get me off every single time. Not that I mind, I do come, but I want to know what it feels like to have Silas’s cock inside of me.

“Oh, I plan on tempting you, Silas, until I finally get what I want from you.”

“Which is what exactly?” he asks, running his finger along my bottom lip. My lips part like they always do when he touches me like this.

“Your cock inside of me. I want you to fuck me so hard that I can’t walk the next day,” I tell him keeping my eyes on him. Silas steps even closer, closing any space there was between us.

“Be a good little Angel, and you might just get what you want, but remember this one thing. I’m not your straight vanilla kind of guy. So if you’re expecting me to cuddle and kiss you, you’re dead fucking wrong.” His words go straight to my core, burning a hole straight into me. My pussy is soaked just from his words, and there is nothing, and I mean nothing; I want more than that man.

Levi chuckles, but Silas doesn’t move. It’s almost as if he was thinking about doing it right here and now. Without another word, he grabs my hand in his and pulls me along behind everyone else.

I already know he isn’t the type to hold hands, but whatever this is between us is going to explode one day.

The guys lead us over to the SUV, where we pile in. I look around at them a little confused as to what we’re doing.

“Tell me you didn’t forget already?” Tamsyn snaps at me.

“Forget what?”

“The fair. We agreed to go together. The one outside of town,” she tells me. Shit. I did forget.

“Maybe I did forget,” I mumble as Levi takes off out of the parking lot. Silas’s hand rests on my bare thigh as he looks out the window not saying a word. I wonder what he’s thinking.

“You forget everything.” I slap Tamsyn’s arm.

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