Page 8 of Descent

“Gosh, I’m kind of jealous. Sounds better than this stuffy place,” I tease, subtly pushing him to go.

“You’re more than welcome to join us, Miss Parris,” Wesley offers.

I smile and shake my head. “It’s just Skyla, please, and thank you, but I wouldn’t want to intrude. You guys have a good time. Thank you both again.”

Welsey nods, turning to head out the door while Ronan hesitates, a frown marring his face before he nods.

“Of course. Call or text if you need anything.”

I nod my understanding, and Ronan follows Wesley. I hear the moment they are gone, the large front door closing with a solid thunk. It echoes through the empty home in a final sort of way. Sure, Asher is here, off in one of the bedrooms doing god knows what, but an empty feeling takes up residence inside me and I freaking hate it.

Chapter Five

Vincent

Iwait until the sun sets at exactly 5:32 P.M. before I approach the house. I’ve already studied the building plans extensively. I know that if I park on the next street over, cut through the neighbor’s yard that stupidly doesn’t have a security system, I can sneak onto their property in the cameras blind spot. From there, it’s a quick jog to the west side of the house, up the gutter and over to the master balcony. Easy.

I’ve had much more difficult targets, with more heavily guarded buildings just last week alone. This is nothing, especially when my Siren is on the other side of this lawn.

Moving exactly as I’ve planned, I run, duck and climb my way up to the balcony. When I try the balcony doors, I’m irritated that they’re unlocked. Doesn’t she know that her life will never stop being in danger? That there are plenty of men with skills just like mine who would love nothing more than to take the severed head of the Brethren’s princess as a trophy?

Irritation rises inside me as I easily sneak into her room. When I do, I find her in her bed, naked, and her hand between her thighs.

Christ.

I watch as she plays with her clit, her eyes clenched tight as she whimpers and moans. Moving as quietly as I can I cross the room, keeping my eyes on her as she continues playing with herself. She is none the wiser of all the possible monsters that could be in here with her at this moment. Lucky for her, it’s just her monster.

She spreads her legs open letting them fall apart, as if she knew that I was desperate for the sight of her. Goddamnit, she is so beautiful.

Two of her fingers trail from her clit down. Before she has a chance to slip them inside, I’m there, slipping two of my own fingers inside her. Her eyes fly open, panicked at first before landing on me.

I begin finger fucking her as I tilt my head curiously.

“What are you doing, Siren? Sprawled out on your bed naked, door unlocked. I could have been anyone.”

“But you’re n-not,” she gasps breathily.

I raise my other hand over her clit, slapping it hard and causing her to cry out in pain.

“I could have been. Do you know how many men and women would kill to be in this room with you right now? To see you like this? Touch you like this? They would take you without a second thought and you couldn’t do a thing about it,” I say as I slap her clit again.

Her back bows and the yelp that escapes her is a lot more pleasure filled this time.

“You need to lock your fucking door from now on, every time,” I say as I continue finger fucking her. “Do you understand?”

She nods her head and I lift my hand one more time, slapping her harder than before as she screams. My fingers press against her g-spot and force her to fall apart on my hand. Her body jerksand writhes beneath my touch, as she shouts out my name over and over again.

“Vincent! Vincent! Oh my god. Yes, baby. Yes,” she moans, her chest heaving as she attempts to catch her breath.

I pull my fingers out of her, lifting them to her mouth before smearing her cum against her lips. To no surprise, she opens her mouth quickly, sucking my fingers in as she closes her eyes and groans from the taste. My Siren loves the taste of herself. Who could blame her, she’s fucking decadent.

Moving to stand up, her hand stops me, grabbing onto my arm as she pulls me down to her.

“More,” she begs.

“More, Siren?”

She nods and I make quick work of sliding out of my clothes, tossing them into a pile on the floor before climbing on top of her. I begin covering her neck with kisses, working my way down to her breasts as I suck one of her nipples into my mouth. My tongue twirls around as she rewards me with a whimper that makes my cock leak pre-cum.

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