Page 53 of Our Little Monster
I cleared my throat and refused to glance at Bastian or Thorne, not wanting to make the same mistake again. My body was betraying my mind, my heart.
Minutes went by and I didn’t hear a single word of what the people on TV were saying; my mind was too busy racing with all of the thoughts ofthem.
Nox in the shower, the way his lips were only a breath from mine, his scent of mints and sweet primrose.
Bastian’s fingers as they rolled my lace panties over my hips, getting lost in his deep blue-green eyes as he dressed me.
Thorne’s tenderness and care but the thought of him covered in blood when he killed at the warehouse.
My cunt was practically throbbing with the beat of my heart as my mind kept racing with all thingsthem.
I got to my feet, and they all looked over at me with furrowed brows.
“I’m calling it a night,” I stammered, walking around the side of the couch, needing to get upstairs.
“We only watched one episode,” Nox argued, and I paused, turning to look at all of them. Bastian sipped his bourbon as he peered over the rim of his glass; I saw the faintest hint of a grin curl on his lip. Could they scent how fucking needy I was right now? Desperate?
“I’ll walk you,” Thorne said as he stood from the couch.
“No, no, I’m fine. I think I can make it upstairs on my own,” I retorted, turning away from them. Quickly moving up the stairs and getting inside my bedroom, I shut the door.
No, not my bedroom—Bastian’s.
Fuck.
I laid in bed for what felt like forever, dealing with my heartbeat pulsing between my legs to no avail.
Finally, I blew out a breath and got to my feet.
I’d take care of it myself. I walked over to my two bags sitting in the corner that I hadn’t bothered unpacking after Bastian had moved me here from the motel.
Rummaging through a few pockets, I soon found the purple toy that looked like a rose my cousin had bought for me last year and quickly went back to the bed—Bastian’s bed.
Something about knowing that I was in his room pleasuring myself on his silk sheets did something to me.
I laid down and turned it on. Luckily, the buzzing noise was quiet, and once I put it between my thighs, I was sure they wouldn't hear it. Could they? Maybe they had left since I couldn’t hear the TV.
Why did the thought of them hearing me get off arouse me even more?
I placed the bud over my clit, and my head rolled back on the pillow as I held in a moan. I clicked the button on it to make the vibration stronger and change the pattern of it until one began to pull me more toward my release. I ran my other hand over my body, yanking out my breasts to pinch and knead my sensitive skin.
I whimpered. I was so close to the edge, and then I stifled my moan as my orgasm racked through every nerve in my body to the thoughts ofthem.
17
Nox
Flashback…
Theneonsignbuzzedoverhead, flickering with a lazy persistence as it cast a glow over the kitschy decor of the karaoke bar.
We sat there, Bastian, Thorne, and I, nursing drinks that tasted more like fire than anything else. It was karaoke night, and the air was thick with anticipation and the off-key warbling of amateurs who thought they could sing.
I leaned back against the sticky vinyl stool, trying to look casual, like another patron out for a good time and drinks. But we weren’t. Our eyes were trained on the Velika family huddled around a nearby table with their friends, their laughter reaching us even over the chaos of the drunkard crowd.
“Victor said he’s going to want another full report,” Thorne muttered, his gaze not leaving the family. His fingers tapped an impatient rhythm on the side of his glass.
“Yeah,” Bastian agreed, his voice a low rumble. He didn’t say much, he seemed lost in thought.
