Page 18 of The Aftermath

Silas doesn’t go to wash his hands or anything, grabbing a slice of pizza with the same hand he just used to finger fuck me, bringing it to his mouth. I just watch him in a stunned silence. He glances over and smirks at me before going back to eating. After about an hour, he excuses himself and says he needs to go somewhere and check on a few things.

We finish up and head out, Levi dropping me off first. My mom and dad should be back tomorrow so this will be my last night home alone. Not that I miss them, because I don’t. They travel a lot, and I find I like the silence without them there.

I head up the steps and unlock the door, waving at the others before going inside. I’m exhausted from this whole bullshit night when my cell rings. I pull it out of my bag to see it’s my mom.

“Hey, Mom.”

“Hey, Angel. How was the Kings’ party?” she asks, sounding happy.

“It wasn’t bad. Not as bad as I thought it would be,” I tell her as I pull my heels off and walk up the stairs.

“Well, I wanted to check in. We’ll be back tomorrow. Make sure you lock up.”

“I will. See you tomorrow,” I tell her before hanging up. I shove my door open and flip on my light, only to startle when I see him sitting on the bed with his mask on. My mouth drops open as I look at him.

“What are you doing?” He doesn’t speak; he just raises my journal in his hand. “Why do you have that?” I raise my voice now, moving toward him. I try to grab it out of his hand, but he jerks it back and shakes his head. “Silas, give it to me.”

“You seem to have a thing for men in masks, don’t you, my little Angel?” he asks, his voice husky. “But that isn’t all you like, is it?” What part did he read? What part did he see? I look at the book in his hand and thank God it’s one of my latest ones and not an old one. I cross my arms over my chest, not willing to tell him anything. He chuckles and stands from the bed before tossing the book onto the dresser. He stalks toward me and moves behind me. I shiver when his gloved hand comes to my back, unzipping my dress. He slowly slips the straps off my shoulders and lets the silk puddle at my feet.

He groans before taking my hand and bringing me over to the bed. He nods for me to sit down, and I do. Silas turns his back and moves to my bathroom before coming back out with a girl. I leap off the bed and cover myself.

“What the fuck is this?” I yell, nodding toward the naked girl.

“You fantasized about this moment, didn’t you?” he asks cocking his head to the side to study me. He read it in my journal. I swallow hard, wondering if he’s going to be mad at me, but there’s a part of me that doesn’t care either. I lick my dry lips and nod my head. “I want to make all your fantasies come true, Angel. Even if it means letting you touch another woman.”

“Why?”

“Why not?”

“You killed Simon. Should I believe you wouldn’t kill this girl?” I ask, pointing at her. She’s out of it. She has to be drugged. Silas looks down at the girl and shrugs.

“I won’t kill her if you don’t want me to.”

“You won’t?”

“No. But only her, Angel. If it’s another man, well, I can’t make that kind of promise to you. Besides, this is all about your fantasy, right?” I take a shaky breath as Silas leads the girl over to my bed. He sits her down, and she smiles up at me. I’ve never done this. I’ve dreamt about it, but I would never have acted on it. I don’t know what to do.

“Go ahead, Angel. Do what you want with her,” he tells me.

“What are you going to do?”

“Watch.” His one word causes bumps to form on my flesh.

“I don’t know what to do,” I admit shyly. I hear Silas chuckle before grabbing me and pulling me against him.

“What is your fantasy about?”

“I’ve just always wondered what it would feel like to be kissed and licked by another girl,” I tell him as my cheeks heat up.

“Then that’s what you do. Tell her what you want, Angel. She’s more than willing to give it to you.” Silas spins me around to face her and then gives me a little shove. He doesn’t move away; he stays close behind me.

“Grab her hair in your hand,” he tells me. I reach out and let my fingers slide through her long blonde hair. “Pull it, Angel.” I tug on it, and she arches her back, a moan falling from her lips.

“Do you want her to kiss you on the mouth?” he asks. I shake my head. “Are those lips only for me?” he growls behind me. I nod. I’m so fucking hot right now. I feel like I’m on fire, burning from the inside out. “Good girl,” he praises.

“Val, suck her nipple into your mouth,” Silas tells her. She sits up and leans in, wrapping her lips around my nipple and sucking. I gasp at the feel of her there. “She’s nervous, Val. You have to take the lead here,” he tells her. She nods her head, and then Silas is gone from my back. I look over my shoulder and see him pulling up the chair from the corner of my room. He drops down, that mask calling to me like a fucking drug, but I can’t focus on him with this girl touching me.

Her fingers trail over my flesh as she pulls me onto the bed with her. She pushes me back, and then she’s there, straddling me. Her pussy rubs against my mound, and I find I actually like it. Her teeth continue to tug at my nipple before she slowly moves down my body. She doesn’t speak; she just does what she wants, and I let her.

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