Page 91 of Filthy Few

I frown up at her. “Your point?”

“I’m doing us both a favor by fucking you and forgetting the fact that you took Nicole home after the party?—”

“I didn’t touch that clap infected bitch and I didn’t go to the bonfire.” She jerks back and searches my gaze for any sign of deceit, which she won’t find.

“You didn’t fuck her?” she whispers.

I press forward until our noses touch and stare directly into her eyes. “I haven’t touched anyone since I first fucked you, happy now?”

“But Nexus?—”

“Wanted to make you jealous in the hopes you would revenge fuck him and destroy me.”

Her eyes widen and I curse myself for letting that shit slip. Instead of voicing the question I can see swirling in her eyes, she leans forward and meshes her lips to mine. I remain still and unmoving, thinking she will pull away at any minute when she remembers I’m not wearing the mask but then her arms wrap around my neck and her tongue prods my lips. Powerless to fucking stop or even void of the will to push her away I open, allowing her the access she demands. The kiss quickly turns heated, then our hands are all over each other and pieces of clothing are being shredded as we race to get undressed quicker just so we can lose ourselves in the other.

Is this healthy?

Probably not.

Do I give a fuck?

Hell to the fucking no, I don’t.

She breaks the kiss and stares down at me, my shirt somewhere in the back seat and my jeans are open, my cock is out. So if she is thinking about stopping this, she is out of her ever fucking loving mind if she thinks I am not going to be ballsdeep inside her. But the realization of what she is seeing hits me, I scramble to come up with a plan.

“Turn around and ride me reverse cowgirl.” I can see the refusal on the tip of her tongue so I narrow my eyes. “Now!” I grit out. I help her turn and it’s fucking awkward given the limited space but we manage. I pull her panties to the side and line my dick up. “Hold the steering wheel.” She does as she’s told and then slowly lowers herself onto my waiting cock—fuck me if this doesn’t feel like the best feeling in the world, having her pussy swallow me until I am balls deep inside this perfect little cunt.

“Fuck!” she cries out. I reach around and yank the cups of her bra down and pinch her nipples, drawing another cry from her.

“Bounce on my cock, baby.” She uses her hold on the steering wheel as leverage to help as she begins to glide up and down on my shaft. I can feel the juices of her pussy coating me and the sound it makes each time I slide in and out of her is music to my fucking ears. I twirl her nipples between my fingers and relish in the sounds she makes. They’re like a fucking drug that I crave to hear daily.

When her movements begin to grow frantic, I wrap an arm around her waist and force her back, resting her head on my shoulder as I seize control and thrust up inside her.

“Oh, yes,” she purrs, but then her gaze collides with mine and I can see the hesitation there so I kiss her. She closes her eyes and gets lost in the feelings I evoke inside her. I use my other hand to rub her clit, she jolts in my hold, then moans into my mouth as I continue to fuck her. She rolls her hips and I groan, then bite down on her lip forcing a whimper from her. I release it then lick it, her eyes meet mine and this time all I see is need. I keep my gaze locked on hers as I pinch her clit and thrust inside her harder.

Our breaths mingle and suddenly shit changes, this isn’t just fucking anymore this is… us. Tears shine in her eyes and itfucking kills me that she is looking at me this way. I can deal with the hate and the anger but this… the way she looks right now, like I blew her whole fucking world up, is going to kill me.

“Vox…” she whispers my name as if she’s afraid that if she says it any louder this will all be a dream.

“Come for me, witch.” Her features grow taut, then her eyes turn glazy as she arches forward and comes all over my cock. I use this moment of ecstasy and her distraction to quicken my thrust until I find my own release, this time I don’t stop her name from tumbling from my lips.

Minutes pass as we try to control our breathing, the car windows are all fogged up and neither of us has made a move to separate from the other. The truth is, I don’t want to let her go and that is the worst part because I know I have to. If anyone or anything is going to blow this whole plan to shit, it’s going to be me because I can’t seem to stay away from her.

“Vox?”

I close my eyes and inhale sharply. “Yeah?”

“Promise me that I didn’t fall for the wrong person and all of this… is just a ruse?” I want to give her the answer she seeks but I can’t risk it, so I remain silent. A minute goes by before she withdraws from me. She leans forward and fixes her bra and shirt before slowly easing off me and climbs back to her seat. I tuck myself back into my pants and just sit here. “Here,” she says as she reaches into her bag and pulls out a black hoodie and hands it to me. I look from it to her and frown. “It’s… yours.” That has my brows raising and her ducking her head.

“You kept it?”

She drops the hoodie to her lap and turns to stare out her window. I see the nameHatchettacross the shoulders of it and realize it’s the hoodie I gave her the day we went to the beach. It was my way of declaring her off limits to any fucker who thought they could fuck with what ismine.

Chapter Forty-Nine

Nova

I’m appalled at myself for allowing him to get under my skin and having sex with him. Last week I could play it off as him being two horns and not Vox but today, I can’t. Shame washes over me, he may not have killed Waylen but I know for a fact that he did kill my brother and here I am whoring myself out for answers.

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