Page 20 of Filthy Few

A favor is a debt owed.

I debate the idea of asking theFilthy Fewa favor for the first time since meeting the masked man. If they can grant me the information I need about this Haven Saints thing, maybe I could use that information to find out who my brother is and who my father was. But, the letter said Thomas and Nexus have proof—I need to find that proof and figure out what part they played in my father dying. I close the drawer, flop back on my bed and try to sift through this new information.

My dad is dead.

I have a brother.

Thomas and Nexus have proof of his death, why?

What is Haven Saints?

What fate does my brother suffer?

I’m making myself crazy trying to piece everything together with sweet diddly squat to go on, but I can’t seem to stop my mind from reeling.

How the hell did my life get so complicated?

Back home I never faced any issues like this. Here I am a daily target for Vox and his friends. Nexus is a prick to me every single minute. I’m being taunted and stalked by a masked guy. I have an uncle sending me secret letters.

“Fuck me!” I growl into the empty room.

“That is the plan.” I bolt upright and wince at the pain in my side, standing in the balcony doorway is my masked man.My? Since when the fuck is he mine? I mentally facepalm myself. I swallow trying to ease my nerves. He eats up the space between us and climbs onto my bed, kneeling beside me. I tilt my head back and stare up at him, I can feel my emotions warring within myself.

“Is this a favor?” I blurt, call me crazy but I can tell he’s smiling even though I can’t see his face, his blue eyes are so expressive and tell me everything his features can’t.

“No.” That one word seems like it pains him. He runs his hands up my legs, sending a shiver down my spine. When he reaches the bottom of my sleep shorts, he halts his movements and flicks his gaze back to mine. My chest is rising and falling in rapid succession, the anticipation of what is to come has me growing wet at the feeling of his hands on me. It’s surreal to have such a reaction to him, I’ve never been this responsive to anyone—except for my daily tormentor but I refuse to admit that shit to anyone. “Take them off.”

I nod and grip the waistband of my shorts. Just as I am about to push them down, I stop. “This stays between us… right?”

He cocks his masked head to the side studying me. “Who else did you invite to fuck you?”

My jaw unhinges and I scoff. “No one!” I shout then wince from the sting in my lip. “I mean, your buddies aren’t going to show up and think this is a group thing and they can run a train or anything like that?”

His blue eyes darken as he stares down at me. “No one touches you butme!” The conviction in which he says those words has me believing him. I dart my tongue out and moisten my lips, then slowly push my shorts down my legs. I toss my shorts to the floor and attempt to close my legs but he grips my knees and forces them apart. The hungry look in his eyes as he stares at my pussy has me clenching on air. “You’re fucking drenched.” The voice distorter doesn’t hide the growl of approval in his voice. When his eyes flick back to mine I gasp at the intense look in those icy blue eyes. “After I slip my cock inside your cunt, you never let another touch you.”

I mull over his words for a second and I hate that a picture of Vox flashes through my mind. I know, I am a fucking freak. Who in their right mind would be considering never being able to touch the guy who bullies her every single day, but the need growing inside me for my masked, two horn demon has me nodding and agreeing to his terms.

“Shirt off, I want to see those tits.” Without hesitation I yank my shirt off. He snaps his arms out and cups my tits, when he flicks his thumbs over my nipples a moan escapes me. “You show these to no one, they belong to me now,” he snarls as he pinches my nipples until I cry out in pain.

“Yes!” I scream out, he releases them instantly then cups my cheek and brushes his thumb along my bottom lip, careful not to hurt the split.

“You have my protection now, no one gets to scare you, touch you or torment you aside from me.” My brows slam together athis words, but before I can utter a word he pushes on. “Turn around, bury your face in the comforter and get on your hands and knees.” Rational people would fight and scream for this stranger wearing a satanic mask to get the fuck out but not me, I do exactly as he says and wait. He runs his hand down my back and suddenly without my sight everything feels heightened. His touch, the small sounds that escape. When his finger tips graze the side of my ribs, I shudder but then his hand clamps down on the back of my neck, forcing my face further into the pillow restricting my airway.

“Who the fuck is Waylen and what the fuck do the numbers mean?” he grits out.

Panic flares inside me, I begin to think I’ve made a huge mistake until I realize he is referring to the tattoo on my ribs.

“Waylen is my best friend, the numbers 4221 meanforever together to love one another,” I gasp out, he keeps my face pressed there for another minute before releasing me. I turn my head to the side and suck in a full breath.

“You’ll be getting rid of that shit,” he vows. Before I can protest he pushes two fingers inside my wet pussy. I lurch forward but he returns his hand to the back of my neck and forces my face back into the pillow. I moan, unable to control the sounds coming from me as he finger fucks me at a ruthless pace. I reach down and rub my clit, his growl of approval has heat gathering in my belly. “Play with that clit and come on my fingers, then I’ll destroy this dirty little cunt for any other man.” His words are my undoing, my entire body tenses for a second before a scream so loud rips free and I come so fucking hard, soaking his fingers with my release. The instant he pulls his fingers free I feel empty. I feel him shift behind me and the sound of his zipper fills the room. Heat unfurls inside me as I prepare myself to live out every woman's fantasy. It may not be a forest and I may not have been running but having a maskedman break into my room, finger my greedy little cunt until I come, then fuck me with the mask on has the fantasy coming to life inside me that I never knew existed until now.

The sound of a wrapper being torn has some tension easing inside me. He may be a stalker and want to scare me but at least he is being safe about it. When I feel the tip of his cock prod my entrance I tense in anticipation.

“Last chance, once I slip my cock inside you, no one touches what is mine.” The pure dominance in his tone has me shivering.

“Okay,” I say quietly. The head of his cock pushes inside me and I am powerless to stop my eyes from snapping wide and a shocked gasp from escaping me.

He is huge!

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