Page 1 of The Aftermath

Chapter 1

Silas

From the beginning of time our fates were sealed. We were raised to be Kings, taking what we want when we want it. We were raised to be tough and also to test our limits. But what happens if we cross the line between what is expected of us and what we want? What happens then? That’s where the lines blur. We are Kings, and we know their expectations. What we don’t know are the repercussions of falling out of line. All we know is the stories we’ve been told of those who didn’t follow the rules.

Not that any of us follow the rules because we don’t. We just know how not to get caught. Rylan, Levi, and I have a pact. If one goes down, we all go down. And that’s the way we live our lives every single day. We push the boundaries set for us and see if they push back.

I’m not supposed to be here right now and the fact I am sends a chill down my spine. It’s like an icy hand wrapping around me and freezing my lungs. I bring the cigarette to my lips and inhale before blowing smoke into the air. She knows I’m here. She tries to follow the rules of a princess even though I know she’s anything but a good girl. She’s bad. My kind of bad.

I flick the cigarette over the railing and stand before striding into her room through the double doors on her balcony. She can feel me. I can see the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes rapidly, knowing I’m here. I reach her bed, and I pull the blankets back, listening to her soft whimper.

Her bare legs are on full display as I look at her and notice she didn’t wear panties tonight for me. She did this just for me. I smile behind my mask, knowing my dirty little girl does these things for me.

I grab her ankles and pull her toward the end of the bed, letting her ass barely hang off the end. I drop my backpack onto the floor next to me, grab the blindfold and voice changer out, and set them on the bed. She knows to keep her eyes closed, or she won’t get a thing from me, and I know exactly what it is she wants.

I grab the blindfold and move toward her head, wrapping it around her eyes and securing it. Her lips part, and I slide my fingers in, allowing her to suck them. And she fucking sucks them too. It makes me wonder who taught her how to suck like that.

I pull my fingers free before moving back down the bed, spreading her legs wide. She doesn’t fight me, and that’s what I like about her. Her man in the mask does things to her that her body craves and needs.

My face is covered the only thing visible is my mouth. I lower myself to the floor and grip her thighs, parting them wider than they already were. Then I lean in and inhale her scent. Fuck, she smells so goddamn good. I can’t hold back. Not anymore. I lean in and run my tongue along her slit before dipping it inside her. She arches her back, loving the feel of my tongue in her pussy. I shove it in and pull it out over and over until she’s writhing on the bed. That’s exactly how I want her.

I sink my teeth into her pussy lips and then kiss them just as I would her mouth. I make love to her pussy with my lips, and she whines. My cock is straining against my zipper, but this is about her right now. Not me.

I slide a finger inside her and then move my mouth to her clit. My little Angel moans at the feel of me filling her. I add another finger and then another until her pussy is stretched around me. Then I pump them in and out of her. She’s moaning and grabbing at her titts, massaging them for me. I grin as I watch her touch herself. She likes to touch herself.

When I need more, crave more, I slide my whole hand inside of her and curl it into a fist. She’s so goddamn tight it’s hard to do, and when she clenches, I almost come. I grab the voice changer off the bed and bring it to my lips.

“Be a good girl and relax,” I tell her. She’s panting for air, gasping, and I love it. I can only imagine what it feels like for her to have my whole fucking fist inside of her tight pussy.

Slowly, I begin to move it inside of her. Her pussy gets wetter by the second, and I know she’s loving this as much as I am. So I don’t stop. I fist fuck her. Hard. I keep my fist ramming into her as she screams for me. Her hands come down to my head, and I slap them away. She knows the drill. No fucking touching me.

She quickly pulls them back up to her chest, grabbing her nipples between her fingers and tugging. Her eyes are clenched shut, her brows knitted together. I know both pleasure and pain mix inside her.

I keep pumping into her as her pussy clenches around me. She doesn’t come. No. She fucking squirts. I keep going, bringing the voice changer back to my mouth.

“Just like that, baby. Keep fucking squirting for me. Give me everything,” I order her. I work my fist in and out faster and harder as her pussy clenches around me.

“Oh God!” She screams as an orgasm rips through her body. She trembles, and more liquid squirts out of her. I bite my fucking lip before leaning down and lapping at everything she released. Slowly, I work my fist out of her, and her limbs collapse onto the bed. I massage the inside of her pussy, right at the entrance, as she moans louder. I know I could make her come again, but for now, she’s satisfied.

I reach for the towel in my bag and wipe my soaked hand on it before placing my voice changer back inside. I stand from the end of the bed and walk toward her head, pressing my wet lips to hers. She’s too weak to kiss me back and that’s okay for now. I leave the blindfold in place and grab my bag, heading for the balcony. With one last look at her, I leap over the side and hit the ground running.

I yank the mask off my face and stuff it in my backpack as I head over to find Rylan and Levi. We agreed to meet up tonight at the park and play some ball. I check the time on my phone and see I’m already late, but they should have expected that of me. Nevertheless, I make my over there and find the two of them shooting the ball.

“Couldn’t even wait for me?” I call out to them. They both turn to look at me and grin. Fucking assholes. They know exactly where I’ve been and what I’ve been doing, too.

“Maybe if you’d pull your cock out of Angel, we could all be here on time,” Rylan teases.

“Don’t even sit here and act like you weren’t over there fucking Syn all night,” I reply. He smirks at me and I know that it’s all true. I drop my bag and raise my hands until he passes me the ball. I dribble a little before shooting it when I stop to ask Rylan a question.

“Do you guys remember Angel ever having surgery?” I ask as Levi passes me back the ball.

“Not that I remember. Why?” Rylan asks me.

“She has a scar on her stomach. I’ve never really paid much attention to it because it’s pretty faded, but it’s there.” Rylan runs his hand over his face but shakes his head.

“No. I don’t remember anything about surgery. There was that time when she went to visit her grandma when she was dying. I would think that we would have heard if she had surgery, though.” He’s right. We probably would have. But now I want to know what happened to her.

Chapter 2

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