11. Bash
Chapter 11
Bash
There’s a sharp click when my pick finds the perfect spot, and her front door unlocks. I’m going to have to have a talk with Stasia. Getting in here was way too easy. All I had to do was follow her home.
Her house is what I expected for one of the Sainted families. Multistorey, rich dark wood flooring, and crystal chandeliers. The rushing sound of water comes from down the hall, and I track it until I find what I’m looking for. Stasia’s room is femininity personified. Pastel covers, with white-paneled walls and thickly draped windows. There’s steam coming out from under the door on the far side, and I can hear the way the water splashes against her body. My cock’s still aching from our kiss, but I resist the urge to go in there and pin her to the floor, licking up her bare skin like my body’s begging me to. I should really let her know what a good boy I’ve been. How patient I was with her.
I roam deeper into the room, sliding my finger along a gold frame with a picture of her in an intricate pose. It’s taken from far away, and I can barely make out the lights and stage around her. Her leg is held over her head, and visions of all the things I can do to that flexible body are going to haunt me tonight. Maybe I should tell her she’s what all my naughty thoughts are made of.
I fell for her the second I removed her hood and those startling blue eyes looked back at me. How the fuck could I not?
She’d pretended to be her brother, snuck into one of the most secretive societies, and sat front row and center without anyone noticing. The audacity alone has me hard. Then to find her trying to steal from the Order? I’m a goner.
There’s a squeak as she turns off the shower, and the room goes quiet. Fuck. I wasn’t supposed to stay this long. I just wanted to check up on her after what happened in the Vault. I’ll be paying much closer attention to her from now on. She’ll expect that, but she probably won’t expect the reason I’m keeping track of her has nothing to do with that tiara and everything to do with the way she steals my attention. I need… crave to know every detail about her. How her mind works, what her motivations are. Fuck, how she tastes. If it wasn’t for that asshole, I’d have laid her out on that table and eaten her until she screamed my name.
I step behind the open closet door, hide myself between it and the wall, and wait for her.
She doesn’t keep me waiting long, stepping out in a plush white robe, hair wet around her shoulders. I bite back a groan when she flops over on the bed and leans over the side furthest from me to grab something from the drawer. Her robe is crawling up her thighs, mere inches from giving me a full look at her ass. I’m not sure which god I need to pray to get that fabric to move just a little higher.
Stasia rolls onto her back, and that’s when I see the pink flush to her skin. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly as she pulls the tie of her robe, releasing it. I bite my knuckles when the cloth falls to the side, revealing every inch of her delicate body. It’s flawless, not a mark on it, and that just makes me want to claim her all the more. She’ll look so pretty once she’s covered in the small bruised marks from me sucking on her.
There’s a soft buzz coming from the pink vibrator. My heart rate doubles as I watch her slide her hand down to her core. Her hips lift off the bed, and her head falls back into the pillow as she presses the toy into her clit. Fuck. Her sweet moans have my dick rock hard as a flush pinkens her chest. My mouth waters at the way her nipples have turned into sharp peaks, dying for my mouth.
Lust rocks me when she moves the toy under her palm to press her fingers into her core. From this angle, I can see them dip into her, rocking in and out slowly as she builds her orgasm. She’s so fucking wet, the clear liquid covering her thighs. A shudder runs through me, and I rest the back of my head against the wall, watching her through my lashes, and unbutton my pants.
I’d have to be a saint to resist, and I’ve never been a good man. I’m definitely not going to try now. My cock springs forward as I release it from the confines of my boxers. It’s red and angry, pulsing with the need to bury itself into her. I swipe my thumb over the precum dripping from the tip and use it to lubricate my hand as I fist the shaft.
I grit my teeth together, stroking myself at the same tempo as her fingers, storing what she likes to use for later. Because there will be a later. She hasn’t realized it yet, but this girl will be mine.
I ignore the thought that I’m exactly like my brothers, too distracted by the way her teeth indent her bottom lip. My grip tightens, and my balls grow taut as her pace increases, small whining moans escaping her mouth. My girl is so fucking close, and I’m right there with her.
I lower my shirt over my hand, covering it. My hips rock forward, my fist alone not enough, instead picturing her pretty pink pussy wrapped around it.
Tingles roll up my spine, and I have to clench my muscles to stop myself from coming, wanting to go at the same time as her.
Her knees spread wider, giving me the perfect view. Her thighs quiver, her heels digging into the bed. I’d fucking kill to know what she’s thinking.
I squeeze my tip, biting back a groan. The part of me that wants her to know I’m here is suppressed by the desire to see her come undone.
She murmurs words I can’t make out. Over and over again. I’m dying to eat them, to press my mouth into hers.
Her head tips back, her breast arching into the air, her entire body shaking with her release. I expected her to scream, but I could never prepare myself for what comes out of her lips.
“Bash. Fuck me, Bash.”
“Fuck,” I hiss under my breath as cum shoots from my tip, coating my stomach and the underside of my shirt. My muscles twitch as pleasure takes over. My mind is fuzzy, but I don’t look away as she lies flat on the bed, eyes closed for several seconds before slapping her hand over her face.
“What the hell was that?” She groans, giving herself shit for picturing me.
Glad to know our kiss affected her as much as it did me. I, for one, loved every second of it.
She tosses her toy into the drawer and covers her head, concealing her red cheeks under the blanket.
It doesn’t take long for her to settle, the soft, even sound of her breath filling the room.
Fifteen minutes pass before I step out of my hiding spot and reach down, grabbing her pink lace panties off the floor. I clean my cum with the satin fabric before burying it in my pocket and doing up my pants.
My head is a little clearer. I scan the space for anything that might clue me in to what my girl is up to. A part of me wants to let her get up to whatever mischief she wants to, but the other knows just how dangerous it was for her to go into the Vault. Had it been anyone else that found her, there would have been no getting out for her.
Even Damon wouldn’t have been able to brush it off. Her phone’s plugged in on the nightstand, and it’s my best shot. Ever so slowly, I pull back the covers, revealing her bare skin inch by inch. She rolls toward me when her nipples come into view. My tongue wets my lips as I give in to temptation, lowering until my mouth hovers over her pink peak, my hot breath fanning over it until it hardens. Fuck, I want to sink my teeth into her.
Instead, I pull back, inhale, and get my shit together. I scan her face, unlocking her phone and flipping through the apps. Her message thread with her brother is right at the top. There are several mentions of her Russian family, how he can’t leave, and that she desperately needs that tiara. She should have protected this information because it was a fatal mistake to let me get a hold of it. Now, I have all the leverage I need to get her to do what I want.
It’s a good thing for her that what I want is for her to play with me. I’m more than willing to help her with her task if it allows me to see what she’s up to. It’ll also allow me to protect her. For how intriguing she is, she’s also entirely too reckless. Another thing desperation causes.
I take several screenshots to go through it later before texting them to myself and erasing the evidence. My teeth bite into my grin as I punch in my number.
Satisfaction rolls through me at the name. Future Husband.
I plug her phone back in and return it to where I found it. She can’t know I’ve been in here yet.
Carefully closing her door, I make my way to the kitchen. Light oak cabinets with marble countertops that extend up the backsplash decorate the walls. Turning on the tap, I wash my hands as I take in the space around me. There’s a bowl to my left, filled with mail instead of fruit, and I flip an envelope over. It’s a utility bill. I move on to the next and next, each letter another invoice. The last one is stamped red with Overdue . Tension builds between my shoulders, and I suck my upper teeth, searching for anything else that’s out of place. It’s not until I open the fridge that the seriousness hits me. The shelves are bare.
It doesn’t make sense. A family like this should have a housekeeper. The fridge should be packed with food. Hell, it should be full of prepared meals. There’s only a lonely takeout container sitting in the middle. My rings click on the stainless handle as I try to work everything out, but my girl just keeps getting more and more mysterious.
There’s one thing I know for sure. I’m going to find out.
I grab my phone, texting Matthias. As the second oldest Everette brother, he’s taken on the security role for our family. He’s the one with the best connections when it comes to this type of thing.
Me: Matthias. I need a favor.
Matthias: It’s two am. you better be dying.
Me: Awe don’t be like that. We both know you’d cry at my funeral.
Matthias: You woke Eve up so don’t be so sure about that.
Me: Shit. sorry man.
Matthias: Get on with it.
Me: I need cameras ASAP. Enough to cover a 3500 sq ft house?
Me: What are you trying to pretend you can’t get it?
Matthias: No, I’m waiting for you to tell me why.
Me: Did you ask Damon why?
Matthias: Is this about a girl?
Me: …
Matthias: Send me the address. I’ll be there in an hour.