Page 50 of Filthy Few

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 mymasked 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 tome.” 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.

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