Page 54 of Fragile Facade
“Fuck off. You ruined it. You let go too early. I was knocking, but she hadn’t opened the door yet.” He pushes on my chest, but his sated eyes meet mine, and a split second of admiration beams at me from the depths of them. He wipes it away, secures his rickety cracks, and hides himself away for another day. Scrambling out from underneath me, my cock hangs wet and heavy over Brady’s dead body. Soren notices and kicks at my ribs, not wanting my cock that close to the kid I already killed for the same reason.
I slump back against the hall wall, and his legs give out, making him shuffle into a sitting position a foot away from me, leaning against the same wall. The house comes back into focus, the broken railing and hallway table, the gouges and holes in the drywall, and the lamp shining its bright light to illuminate the evidence of our cracked omens. We did this. Together. A game, a battle, sex. I’m almost too confused to feel proud. Until Soren opens his mouth…
“Fuck,” he laughs, elbows on his knees, Vile House tattoo rising with fast breaths as he leans over his legs. “Guess I win this round.”
My head snaps in his direction. “The fuck are you talking about? I clearly won.”
“How so? I got a dance with Death, and you gave it to me.”
“I fucked you.”
“I fucked you back.”
“My cum is in your ass.”
Soren grins. “And mine is coating your skin. I won, Riot. Admit it. Blink!” His smirk is so cocky it makes me want to smack him for using my words against me.
I’m Riot again, not Killian. I don’t know why that pisses me off. I didn’t purposefully put on any of my facades, but he noticed, and now he refuses to use my name. “Fuck, youaredelusional if you think this means you won.”
Before he can say anything else, the front door opens and we both brace for… something. Monster walks in, looks at the two of us, naked, with no expression on his face, and then sighs when he sees the dead guy on the floor. The guy we were supposed to bring back to Director… Alive.
Monster shakes his head, grabs Brady’s ankle, and drags him back out the front door, slamming it and barely missing Brady’s head.
Director is going to be so pissed. But I laugh because of it. “I’ll win double when Director sends you to bottom rank for this. Worked so hard for second in line and now it’s gone with a good fuck and a brush with the devil.” I climb to my feet, my bare ass right in his face. “Knew you’d finally beg for it.”
“I didn’t fucking beg!” he screams at me.
Oh, he did. And he will again.
20
WORTH IT?
GHOST
My ass is on fire,but it isn’t burning as fiercely as my mood.
Because I’m being a coward, and I’mnevera coward. Director called the meeting twenty minutes ago, and I’m still pacing the rug in my bedroom, trying to work up the balls to go near Riot. See him. Look him in the eye and act like I’m not fazed by the way he fucked me.
Because he did. Fucked me straight to Death’s door, and Iamaffected by it. It’s the closest I’ve ever come to blending that ‘one or two second’ precipice with real pleasure, and I’m fucking jonesing for it again. And it didn’t take as much brutality as I thought it would to get me there. I mean, he was harsh, and blood was drawn, but it was… missionary style fucking with some strangulation, and holy shit, did it hit the mark.
I’m chalking it up to being a new and dangerous experience. I’ve never been fucked in the ass before, so that added a level of appeal, and I’ve never given in to Killian’s goading, so that added the dangerous element. That’s all it was, I hope. A one-time thrill that won’t hit the same a second time. If I go for it again, it’ll probably be a letdown. There won’t be a dead guy in the middle to add to the scene.
So, there’s no use hiding out in my room any longer. Fuck him, and fuck everyone else if Monster told them what he walked in on. I’m done being a coward.
I pull my door open, lock it behind me, and run into my brother on the way down the stairs. “Aren’t you supposed to be in a meeting?” Remi asks, waiting for me to catch up.
“I’m going. Are you coming?”
“I’m not invited.”
He could come if he wanted to. Director knows Krypt tells him pretty much everything anyway, but I kind of respect that he doesn’t want to. He’s not attempting to be a Vile member, and I doubt all the guys would be okay with him trying to be. He knows where his strength lies, and it’s not as a ruthless stalker or murderous hunter.
“I’m meeting Cain,” Remi says, grabbing his cello case from the bottom of the stairs. “Windows are finally fixed at the shop, and now we have a whole day of work to do for the music festival. It’s coming up fast.”
Exhausted, I smile. Because through it all, he still loves music as much as he always has. I hope to get back to that someday. Maybe even play with him again for old time’s sake. “I’ll come by and help out later when everything around here is done,” I tell him. “Let me know what you need.”
He narrows his eyes at me. “Why you being so amicable?”
