Page 65 of Filthy Few

“Let me make you feel good.” His nostrils flare and instantly I watch as his cock grows hard. I dart my tongue out to moisten my lips, needing to taste him and feel him in the back of my throat. I want him to take control and dominate me, force me to surrender to him and allow him to take the burden from my shoulders.

“Hands behind your back.” I do as he says and lock my arms behind my back. “Mouth open.” I obey his demand. “Tongue out.” I eagerly do as he says. He grips his thick shaft in his hand and pumps it twice, groaning. I glare at his hand, wanting it to be my mouth that pulls those sounds from him. Pre-cum dances on the head of his cock making me salivate at the sight. “You want to taste it?”

“Mmmmhmmmm.”

“Then lick it.” I lean forward and dart my tongue across the head of his cock catching every drop of his pre-cum and swallow, a sultry moan escapes me. “Suck it,hard.” I wrap my lips aroundthe head of his cock and take him as deep as I can but I can’t take all of him. Not one to be deterred, Vox tangles his hand in my hair and forces me forward until I’m choking on his dick and unable to stop gagging. “Fuck, baby, breathe through your nose.” I try do as he says and inhale through my nose and relax my gag reflex but it futile, he’s too fucking big. He releases his hold on my head and I take over. I ignore his order from earlier to keep my hands behind my back and grip his shaft, a hiss escapes him. I pump him and bob up and down on his length, loving the sounds he makes and how the taste of him coating the back of my throat has me growing wetter by the second.

I never thought I would be the type of girl who loved to give blow jobs but ever since meeting Vox, I have become an addict. It’s like I always need to feel his cock in one of my holes at all times and I love it when I swallow his cum. Knowing that he is swirling inside me has a sick sense of ownership coursing through me.

“Fuck, you suck dick like a perfect little whore, witch.” His filthy words have me moaning, bobbing faster. “Fuck yes, play with your pussy baby.” I slip my free hand between my thighs and cry out the instant I circle my clit. I’m so sensitive and turned on I know I won’t last long. Vox begins to thrust his hips and fucks my face as I play with my greedy little cunt. “That’s it, baby, swallow my cock and come on your fingers.” My moans are muffled by his dick and because I know he loves the vibrations, I hold nothing back as I work myself up, knowing this orgasm is something we both need.

“Ahhhh,” I cry out when the rising orgasm builds at rapid speed like a wildfire inside me. I want to drag it out and deny myself a few more times, not wanting this to end, but I can’t. I need to come with him, I need this connection like an addict needs their next high.

“Fuck yes, witch. Swallow every last fucking drop of my cum.” Vox explodes inside my mouth and shoots streams of cum down my throat. I swallow greedily, wanting every ounce of him inside me. Before I can work him down he tears out of my mouth, kneels before me and slaps my hand out of the way. His mouth covers mine as his fingers delve inside my tight wet cunt. I scream into his mouth when the pad of his thumb presses against my clit, as he finger fucks my pussy like he wants my come more than his next breath. “Give me what I want,” he snarls before smashing his lips to mine and swallowing the cry of pleasure that rips through me when I detonate on his fingers, coating them in my own release. Vox breaks the kiss and stares me dead in the eyes, we’re both panting and trying to catch our breaths. “I’ll fucking kill you if you ever pull another stunt like you did last night. You’re mine, witch, and I don’t fucking share.”

“Does that mean you’re mine?” I blurt without thought.

“Was me breaking into your house and fucking you behind my best friends’ backs not indication enough that you owned me before I owned you?”

Well shit, that was not what I expected to come out of his filthy mouth.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Vox

Saturday…

The day is finally here.

We can put a face to the writer of the secret letters and find out what we need to take down these cunts. I can tell Nova is nervous, she has been quiet all morning and keeps gazing out the living room windows at her house with a pained look on her face. Ez has been quiet since he and the guys arrived this morning. I know that he’s been going out of his mind wondering why his family seal has been used for all the letters.

“Vox, can I have a word?” I turn away from Nova and face my mom who is standing in the kitchen looking… frightened. I step in front of her and grip her arms.

“Mom, what’s wrong?”

She inhales sharply and blinks a couple of times as if she is trying not to cry. “Whatever you are planning to do tonight with your friends, don’t… please.” I release and take a step back eyeing her cautiously.

“Why?” I ask.

Her eyes harden as she stares up at me. “After Edmund died, your father thought he could take down the Saints and grant your sister freedom but he couldn’t. He died trying to accomplish a goal that was unreachable.”

Anger unfurls inside me. “No, he died trying to protect his family.” Her face slackens at the bite in my tone. “If my fate is to join him then so be it, because I would rather fucking die than ever see my sister blooded in!” I roar. When I hear a gasp behind, I spin around to see Vivian standing there with my boys standing protectively around her. “Fuck!” I grit out as I scrub a hand down my face.

“Take a walk, you need to calm the fuck down,” Ez snarls. I eye him for a second but the harsh look in his eyes tells me if I don’t fuck off and calm down, he and I will go a couple of a rounds and right now, I don’t need that shit.

“Fuck this,” I snarl as I storm out of the house and glare at Thomas’ place as I pass by. I nearly make it to the end of the street before I hear footsteps pounding the ground behind me. I peer over my shoulder to see Vivian coming toward me. “What are you doing here?” I ask when she falls into step beside me.

“You want to risk your life for me and I understand that, but you need to realize that I will do the same for you, Vox.”

“Like fuck you will?—”

“Shut up and listen to me!” I snap my mouth closed and turn to face her, sometimes I forget we are twins until moments like this. Her and I are similar in many ways but then in some we are polar opposites. “You have spent your whole life trying to protect me and I love you so much for that… but somewhere along theway you stopped being my brother and became a father to me when I didn’t want that.”

“I never tried to replace Dad.” I am horrified that she feels like I would ever try to do that to him.

She shakes her head and smiles timidly. “You never actively tried, it just kind of happened. I need you to be my brother right now and hear what I am about to say.” I nod curtly. “I will never be blooded in because I have a plan and if it does fall through, I know you, Ez, Arch and Hayze will be there to protect me. I’m not scared to die if it means you get to be free.”

“There is no way out from the Saints, Vivi, unless you are banished for crimes against The Brotherhood. No one has been banished since…” I try to think over everything I have learned about the Saints and I can’t recall when the last person was banished. “I don’t know if anyone has ever been banished before.”

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