Chapter 27
CHAPTER 27
Silas
There is nothing that excites me more than the thrill of the fucking chase.
She dared me to play a game of cat and mouse in class… and now the chase is finally on.
I can hear her feet skid on the wooden floor as she dashes out of the room and into the hallway, and the wicked grin returns to my face.
Fuck yes, now this is what gets me going.
“What now?” Max asks like he’s desperate to prove himself.
I can hear her downstairs, darting across the hallways, jerking every door she can find. Pottery is thrown over as she bumps into all the tables, cabinets, and chairs. Even without a scream, I can hear her agitation as I slowly make my way downstairs, listening to every sound she makes.
“Let’s go catch us a sneaky, voyeuristic little thief,” I say.
Heath’s lip curls into a half smile. “Give her a head start. Five seconds.”
“Fuck that. She got enough of my time already by watching me shower and sneaking up on us while we made our kill,” I retort and march past him.
“And you’re going to help us catch her,” Heath tells Max.
A devious grin spreads on my face as my heart races with excitement. “Time to make her pay.”
Ivy
My heart nearly beats out of my chest from the adrenaline coursing through my veins.
There’s no light, no sound, and now I’m being chased by three monsters in disguise.
Demonic fuckers.
I move through the rooms, but it’s damn hard like this.
I can’t see. I can’t fucking see a thing.
Shit!
I could yell, but there’s no one else to hear me except Heath, Max, and Silas. All of the Skull and Serpent Society members are gone.
Did they send them away just to toy with me?
Those motherfuckers…
I run across the hallways and try to open every single door I can find, but all the exits are locked. I turn around and run but bump into a chair next to the door, causing me to fall over face-first onto the hard floor.
I crawl up, but my hands detect a rumbling not too far away. I can feel it in my bones.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
I can feel their footsteps like vibrations in the wood.
Lights swiftly flicker on and off like a beacon in the dark.
Their masks.
I swiftly come to my feet and rush off into the opposite direction, heading into a door on my left. I have no clue where I am or where I’m going as I touch my way through the rooms, feeling up all the furniture. A couch. A table. A chair. Some kind of counter. A bump on the floor makes me nearly fall over again.
I turn around and try to see as best as I can, but there’s only an all-consuming void around me. Two hands slither their way around my waist. I shriek.
Who is it? Heath, Silas, or Max?
Who can I trust?
Who will betray me?
I grab the nearest object, something that feels like a candleholder. I throw it, but of course it misses because I can’t see shit, and I can’t hear anything.
So I just run like hell to the next room until I bump into a kitchen counter with my waist, coughing up air. Feeling my way around the edges, I make my way to the other side to try to rip open the drawers, but there are none.
Shit.
A violent buzzing between my legs makes me moan, and I slap my hand in front of my mouth.
Don’t make a sound. Don’t let them hear you.
I run off to the other side of the kitchen and feel my way to the curtains. Light spills in from the outside, so I hide behind them and stay as silent as possible.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
I can feel their footsteps on the floor.
And even though the buzzing between my legs continues to distract me, I stay as still as a mouse, trying not to be found.
Wetness slowly trickles down my legs, and I rub my lips together to prevent the moan from spilling out too.
Fuck.
Their masks flicker on and off again, like demonic entities floating through the room.
I wait until the thuds slowly diminish before I make a run for it with a curve around the furniture to make sure they don’t catch me if they’re still here.
But it’s dark, and if I can’t see anything, they can’t either.
This is my only advantage.
I can feel them coming. They can’t feel me.
I tiptoe around the hallways and rummage through each drawer I can find, searching for a key. There has to be one somewhere, right?
But no matter how long I search, I can’t find anything.
Shit. Shit. Shit!
The buzzing suddenly intensifies, and I collapse against a door, helpless to stop the onslaught of lust building in my body once again.
Fuck these fuckers for actually making me horny.
For making me want to give up.
I push myself up from the floor and rush back through the hallways, then go straight up the stairs. But on the third step, the buzzing between my legs forces a moan out of my throat. And my feet are caught in a snare.
Hands grasp at my ankles.
My fingers latch onto the wood, and I pull myself up.
The hands coil around my legs, twisting me, forcing me down I’m slowly toppled over.
I kick, but my legs are pushed down as someone crawls on top of me.
I can’t see; I can’t hear. All I can do is feel. Feel the hands cover my body, slip between my legs, grasp at my breasts while relentless buzzing pushes me to the limit of my own excitement.
RIP!
The fabric of my top tears to pieces as my breasts spill out, and two mouths cover them whole. I moan into the void, but all I feel is the vibrations in my throat melding into one with the buzzing between my legs.
A twisted nibble at my nipples has me writhing on the stairs.
RIP!
My pants and panties are torn away in one go.
Two hands hold down my wrists while two others tie them together with a rope. A hand covers my throat, and I shriek, but my lips are covered with a mouth. Ruthless, cold, brazen kisses smother me in the darkness, and the only way I can tell them apart is by their tongue.
Penetrative. Invading.
Silas .
He claims without questions.
Thrusts without warnings.
Takes without apprehension.
But in complete darkness, my face is stolen by another hand, another set of lips on my own, as my breath is hampered by a tongue driving inside. Twisted. Demanding.
Heath.
He’s wild and unrelenting.
Coarse and indecisive.
When his lips unlatch, a final kiss is placed on my mouth, one so gentle and soothing, I nearly forget I’ve been thrusted into a dark and devious game. Max .
A sudden tug at my arms makes my body yield as I’m dragged up the stairs and into the hallway.
I don’t know where I’m going. Pitch black is my only companion. My back slides across the wooden flooring as I’m pulled toward a room, still struggling to keep the moans at bay from all those damn vibrations.
Suddenly, I’m lifted from the floor with my arms above my head, and the rope tied around my wrists is wrapped around something hard above me, forcing me to stand. My legs are forced apart, and something is placed between them, my ankles strapped in place until I have no more motion in any of my limbs.
Finally, the light is turned on again, and I blink a couple of times as my eyes struggle to adjust.
Silas hovers right in front of me, the lethal smile on his face making me have a visceral reaction as I recoil against the restraints that hold me, to no avail.
I look up at my wrists, which are tied to a metal ring dangling from the ceiling in a room I don’t recognize. My gaze immediately goes down, and when I find the bar between my legs, I gasp in shock.
“Like the leg spreader?”
I can see Silas’s lips move but still can’t hear him.
I look around the room, which is filled with all kinds of furniture I’ve only ever seen on a BDSM site. A whole shelf is filled with all kinds of whips, chains, paddles, and another with tons of toys, and then another with a bunch of hooks and plugs and bars of all kind.
In the back is a chair with a hole in the seat, a big wooden horse, and a black cross.
“Welcome to our playground.”
Suddenly, the hearing aids are pushed back into my ears from the back, and my eyes veer to the right to see who it is.
“Did you enjoy your trip into sensory deprivation?” Heath asks.
“Fuck you,” I retort.
Silas grabs my throat. “Watch it, thief. We can take those senses of yours away again without so much as a fucking finger flick.”
His free hand rises until it nestles right between my slit, making me jolt in the straps as he begins to rub my most sensitive spot.
“Talking about finger flicking …” he murmurs, rolling his fingers around until it becomes harder and harder to breathe. “Some senses can even be heightened by lack of exposure.” He circles my most sensitive spot until I’m nearly panting. “And overexposure.”
“Fuck,” I murmur.
“That’ll do it,” he says, licking his lips as he slowly pulls his fingers away, leaving me feeling bereft and confused, even as he steps away.
Fuck, what have they done to me?
Suddenly, Heath spins around me with a tilted head, watching me suffer in these restraints as the buzzing between my legs reaches a pinnacle.
He’s so close. I can feel his breath on my skin, and his tongue dips out to lick my top lip. “Desperation tastes so sweet from your lips,” he murmurs. “Give in, little thief.”
“Fuck.” I shiver. “You.”
He laughs. “I’ll grant that fucking wish.”
He amps up the volume until I’m literally squealing out loud from the orgasm forcibly washing over me. I’m helpless to stop the tsunami of shivers flooding my body with lust.
Fuck him and that vibrator for feeling so damn good I can’t even make it stop.
“That’s enough.” Heath pulls the vibrator out, and an exasperated moan exits my body in a way I didn’t even know was possible. An animal, that’s what I sounded like, and those three fuckers definitely heard, judging from the absolute lusty grins on their faces.
And I … I nearly came just from him pulling it out.
Asshole.
“You made quite a mess there, Ivy,” he groans, gripping my face so tightly my lips are forced to open. “Go on. Taste yourself.”
He dips the vibrator into my mouth all the way until his fingers join in too, forcing me to taste my own wetness, my own unraveling. And the satisfaction on his face makes me want to bite down.
“Bite, and I’ll return the favor,” he warns as if he can read my mind.
He swiftly pulls out, chucks the vibrator aside, and marches toward Max, who just stands in the middle of the room, staring at me like I’m something to admire despite the predicament I’m in. “But little miss thief isn’t the only one who needed to come clean.”
“What do you mean?” Max asks, but Heath grabs his shirt and drags him to me.
Silas snorts. “What the fuck are you doing, Heath?”
“Dealing with this here and now,” Heath growls. “You found her snooping on us, then let her go. Now let the world hear why.”
“Heath, you know why I did it—”
Heath rips his own belt from his pants and wraps it around Max’s arms, tying them behind his back so his wrists can’t move. Then he forces him down. “On your knees.”
Max is fumbling as he gazes up at me. “I … ”
Heath leans in to whisper, “Say it. Out loud. Tell her.”
He swallows, gazing up at me from the floor like he’s being torn to shreds. “I’m in love with you.”