Page 17 of Filthy Few

I’m sick!

That is the only thing that can describe the reaction I am having to him, he has done nothing but taunt me and scare me out of my mind and yet here I am practically panting and wanting him to touch me. I’ve heard of women wanting a masked man to chase them through the woods just so they could be fucked against a tree like some dark romance book, but I never thought I would be one of those wanton bitches. Yet here I stand, wanting this masked devil to touch me and make me feel alive.

He reaches out and unfurls the knot in my towel, I don’t stop him or even try to shield my body from his gaze as it drops to the floor. I cock my head to the side studying those blue eyes—they feel familiar yet not. I feel my body beginning to heat as he runs his gaze over me but when he grabs my waist I gasp until he turns me so he can take in the sight of my back. It’s then I realize he isn’t trying to check me out or fuck me but just wanting to check out the damage Leo, James and Ezra did under Nexus’ order. Apparently Vox didn’t like me telling him off and instructed my stepbrother to make sure I received my punishment, gutless fuck he is. He couldn’t be caught because he would be kicked off the team if his coach found out.

He uses his grip on my waist to slowly turn me back to face him. A chill runs through me when I meet his gaze and see lustswirling in the depths of those blue eyes. I swallow audibly in anticipation.

“No debt is owed.” His voice pulls me from my thoughts.

“What debt?” I rasp out.

“No more injuries will befall you, it has been taken care of.” I dart my gaze between his trying to decipher his meaning. It takes a minute before it sinks in.

“Did you hurt Vox and his friends?” I snap as I press into him, clutching the front of his black shirt—I may hate the bastard and his goonies but that doesn’t mean I want them hurt! His eyes narrow in suspicion and turn intense as he stares down at me.

“Is that the favor you ask?”

I shake my head. “No. I told you I don’t want a favor and I don’t want you to hurt Vox.” I may not be able to see his face but I get the sense he is smiling at me. I steer the subject back to neutral ground not wanting to think about my fucked up situation with Vox. “You hurt somebody though… didn’t you?” I keep my gaze on his, searching for any sight of deceit.

“Those who harmed you will no longer exist in your orbit.” My features slacken as I grasp what he is saying.

“You hurt Leo, James and Ezra.” It’s not a question, just a statement. He doesn’t justify me with an answer, he just stands there staring at me. “Why would you do that for me?”

“If an answer is what you seek, you will not be rewarded with an answer until a favor is asked.”

I release my hold on him and step back but he doesn’t allow me to move further, gripping the back of my neck to halt my movements. His hold isn’t punishing or bruising but it’s enough to keep me where he wants me, the material of his gloves scraping against my skin. I just stand here with my arms at my sides, naked and waiting like a wanton woman from one of those books that my mom reads. He takes a single step forward untilhis chest is flush against me, the heat from his body seeping into me. I swallow and suddenly feel like I have been zapped by an electrical socket with how wired I am. He uses his free hand to trail a finger from my throat to the center of my chest. I shiver in anticipation.

He continues his trail down my body, causing gooseflesh to erupt over my skin. My breathing turns ragged when he shifts slightly so he can watch as his finger slips through my folds, a gasp escaping me when he brushes against my clit. He uses that finger to circle my entrance—I can’t find it within myself to feel shame at the wetness gathered there. Maybe he was right the other night when he said I get off on fear.

“All of this for me?” Even with that voice distorter I can hear the growl of approval when he brings his finger back to my clit and begins to circle it, forcing a moan past my lips. “An answer is owed,” he snaps, then pushes that finger inside my pussy.

“Oh fuck!” I cry out at the feeling. I hear my phone ringing in the background but make no move to stop whatever this is to answer it.

“Answer!” he says loudly as his pace begins to pick up when he slides another finger inside me, scratching me to the point of feeling a slight burn but the pain mixed with the pleasure is oh so alluring and has me craving more. I grip his arms, needing the support to remain upright.

“Yes, it's for you!” Saying that aloud does make me feel ashamed. I turn my head to the side not wanting to meet his gaze.

“Good girl, you will beforever filthyafter this night.” I turn to face him and see nothing but approval in his blue eyes. A cry tears from me when he presses the pad of his thumb against my clit while still stroking that G-spot inside my greedy little cunt. My nails dig into his arms but he doesn’t make a sound.

“Holy fuck.”

“There is nothingHolyabout this moment,” he scolds. I press onto my tiptoes as I feel my orgasm cresting, while slamming my eyes closed, needing this release more than my next breath. I welcome the feeling and wait for it but the motherfucker pulls his fingers free. I snap my eyes open and stare up at him in shock with my mouth slightly ajar. “Remain on edge and you will be rewarded.”

“Are you fucking serious?” I scream.

“Obey the command and tomorrow night you will be rewarded with the real thing.” He doesn’t wait for a reply as he heads toward the balcony, grips the railing and then leaps over the edge. I stare at the open doorway for a solid minute before I snap out of it, my anger rising. I don’t bother closing the fucking doors because clearly there is no point, he will just find another way in. I flop on my bed and debate defying him but then I begin to wonder if he meant what he said. If I’m a good girl, he’ll give me the real thing. Do I want him to fuck me?

Yes, yes, I fucking do and I know I will be dining with Lucifer when my time comes for the sin I am about to commit.

Chapter Twelve

Vox

Mom and Vivian left this morning to go dress shopping for Homecoming, leaving me home alone. I'm tempted to go next door and pay the little witch a visit. I cross my room and peer out my window to see her blinds are still closed. My phone vibrates in my pocket, pulling my attention from her window. I fish it out to see it’s Archer.

“Yeah?” I say as I answer.

“We’re heading over. Hayze got all the files last night after we left yours.”

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