Chapter 11 #2
"I can't. I'm sorry. I can't get wet." She turns away, coming to the sink as she pulls up her leggings. For a second, my heart drops, wondering if she can see me. Her eyes squint, and I freeze, then remember I'm sitting in complete darkness.
I smile at her, and even though she can't see me, she wraps her arms around her waist as if she feels like someone’s watching.
Chase throws his head back. "I can't fucking do this with you anymore. You're useless." He gets up, standing a little farther on her left as he leans on the counter. "You should at least offer something else. I take care of you, don't I? But you don't take care of me in exchange?"
She keeps blinking at the window, ignoring him, and I stand up suddenly when I see him approach and slap her on the back of the head.
"I'm fucking talking to you."
She jumps away, gasping in fear. "You're on my left, asshole!" she screams at him. "Speak on my right if you want a fair argument."
He goes red from frustration and pounces on her. Wrapping a hand around her jaw, he twists her head until his mouth is by her right ear.
"I said, who fucking takes care of you? Can you hear me now?"
"Let go!" she shouts.
"Answer the fucking question. I can't believe we're having this conversation again. Is your dad alive?"
She fights for a few more seconds before going limp in his hold.
"Yes," she rasps.
"Is that thanks to his useless ass or thanks to me?"
Inhaling through flared nostrils, she hisses, "You."
"Yeah. He costs me a lot of fucking money. Now so do you. And in exchange, I don't even get good pussy. No wonder you're always wondering if I'm cheating, Nyxie. I would too if I was as useless as you."
He lets her go violently, pushing her a few steps back.
"I'm tired. Let's just go to bed," he finally says in a way that will make her believe he's having mercy on her.
And she does believe it. I can see it in the way her shoulders relax when she eyes him walking past her bag to make sure he doesn't take the money back.
She thinks that man just did her a favor.
But as someone who witnessed a husband abusing his wife for his entire life, the truth smacks me right in the face.
Jealousy and fury flow hot in my veins. I thought I was going to hate her boyfriend because she chooses him over me. Instead, I hate him because he doesn't deserve her. In fact, I'm pretty sure he doesn't even deserve to be alive.
I'm not exactly sure what wakes her up. If it's the dip in the mattress when I sit next to her, if I made a noise while walking the couple of steps from her bedroom door to her bed, or if she's just that attuned to my presence.
But when her sleepy eyes blink open, and she sees me, I only have a split second to act.
They widen, and her sharp inhale is my chance.
I slam my hand on her mouth, pressing the back of her head into her pillow.
"Shh." It’s barely a whisper. "We don't want to wake your boyfriend."
Her eyebrows pinch when I twist enough that she feels my cock against her thigh. If only she knew all the other ways she affects me.
Trembling under my touch, her gaze darts to the side where Chase is fast asleep. She's lying as far as possible from him, so desperately trying to avoid his touch while they're in bed. What a sad relationship.
"I have a question," I say so quietly I wonder if she'll hear me. To make sure she does, I lower myself to the right of her face. "Are you more scared of the things I can do to you, or of him finding out about me?"
She shakes her head, a tiny whimper escaping as the hot breath from her nose tickles the back of my hand.
"Let's see. I'm going to do what I want," I purr, caressing the side of her face with my other hand. I drag it to her throat, then the strap of the flimsy tank top she wears to bed, and finally, I caress her nipple through the material.
"And at any point, feel free to scream and kick to wake him up."
Her eyes flutter shut.
"That way, he can save you."
She's so scared of him, I feel her heart kick behind her ribcage. I press my palm on her chest before going back to playing with her breast. I'm so hard, but I don't want to stop touching her to unzip and free my dick. That's how badly I want both of my hands to touch her in this moment.
I press my lips to the corner of her eye, feeling the wetness gathering there.
"That's it, baby. Give it to me. Show me how scared you are."
She twitches, desperate to escape me, yet not wanting to wake Chase up. Even in the dark, with only the moonlight shining on her face, she’s gorgeous at my mercy.
Getting desperate, I smile at her, and I can tell by the glint of terror in her eyes that she recognizes that smile by now. It never announces anything good when I'm happy because it means someone is suffering.
"I'm going to take my hand off now. You decide if you want to scream for help. I can handle your boyfriend's wrath if he wakes up, don't you worry."
I slowly pull my hand back, and she gulps in some air, panting as her wide fuck-me eyes stare up at me.
But she doesn't scream.
She doesn't move.
She doesn't call for Chase.
She just blinks tears away and stays still.
I don't think I've ever felt such joy in my life. It's buzzing through my body like an electric current. And, fuck, it's about to kill us both.
I reluctantly stop touching her soft skin to lay down next to her, and I can almost feel every single one of her muscles freezing.
"Achilles." She lets out a barely audible squeak. "Please, leave."
The plea barely makes it to my ears. I don't have time for this; I need to feel her.
In a swift movement, I grab her waist, pulling her to me until we're both lying on our sides, facing Chase.
The mattress shakes, and we both go rigid when he breathes harder in his sleep.
He settles again, and I smile against the back of Nyx's head.
Her hair smells heavenly. Of summer and the beach. Like she locked rays of sunshine in her dark strands. I inhale deeply, and my left hand comes to wrap around her neck from behind as my arm around her waist tightens.
"No—" she chokes out quietly. "Not the neck…please…please."
"I'm not going to hurt you," I whisper in her ear. "I'm just keeping you in place. Just holding you. Trust me."
She shakes her head, a sob quietly leaving her throat.
"You don't have a choice," I explain calmly. "It's staying here whether you want it or not. But you'll see by the end of this that you can trust me when I say I won't hurt you. Relax for me."
I release her waist to undo my jeans, and while I lower them, I hook my leg around hers and pull it toward me to spread her a little. Caressing her from her knee up, I give her time to anticipate where this is going. Her inner thigh is as smooth as silk, the most precious thing I've ever touched.
I get to the apex of her thigh, and she's trembling under my touch, her breath accelerating as one of her hands comes to try to stop me.
"Put it flat on the mattress. Now." My order has her swallowing a moan, and I can't help the self-satisfied smirk that spreads on my lips.
I'm not even touching her pussy when I feel the arousal coating her skin.
"Oh, Nyx. Pretty girl…" I growl against her ear. "You were made for me."
I press higher, spreading her lips and finding her clit.
Touching it slowly, I only make smooth circles, keeping it light and watching for every reaction.
They come quickly. The panting, the thrust of her hips against my hand, the little needy moans.
She's forgetting about the hand around her throat, but I make sure not to hold her any harder, not to choke her in any way.
I would rather she chokes on her own moans.
The second she's worked up beyond reason, I pull my hand away from her front and reach from the back. I settle my fingers between her thighs, just out of reach from her entrance. And I stop.
My cock is rock hard, but I don't move, only pressing on her lower back. Her t-shirt has risen, and she can certainly feel my cock right against her skin. Still, I don't move.
It takes less than a minute for her to start pushing back, trying to impale herself on my fingers.
"Fuck," she breathes out. "Please."
I talk into her right ear, making sure Chase isn't woken up.
"There's a serious difference between how wet you get for me and your boyfriend, Nyx. How are we going to explain this to him when you break up?"
"Y-You’ve," she pants, "…been watching u-us?"
She struggles to process everything. The info I've just given her, the fact that I told her she's going to break up, and her own lust working against her. She tries to talk again but gives up when I push two fingers inside her.
I catch the moan ready to escape her lips by moving my hand from her neck to her mouth.
"Look at him," I whisper. I fuck her mercilessly, giving her what she needs as her wetness starts resonating in the room.
I feel her muscles locking, her breath hitching, and I stop right when she's about to come. Instead, I fish around in the front pocket of my hoodie for the condom I put there earlier. I rip the packet open with my teeth, refusing to let go of her mouth, and I fumble until it’s rolled all the way to my base.
Fisting my dick, I press the tip right at her entrance.
"Are you looking at him?" I growl.
She nods against my hand.
"Good. Keep doing that while you come on my dick."
I push hard inside her, and even my hand barely stops the moan she's desperate to scream.
I fuck her slowly, making sure I don't shake the bed too much.
Rolling my hips against her, I relish the way she trembles and tightens.
I kiss her shoulder, wanting nothing else but to feel her entire body against me.
I'm slow, steady, and let her push back with everything she has.
With every thrust, she's forgetting a little more about him, even though he's right there, sleeping a few inches away from us.
"Don't wake him up," I say as I feel her starting to unravel. It's too much for me, and when she squeezes my dick with her orgasm, I come with a harsh grunt, fucking her until she's taken everything out of me.
I slowly pull out, rolling onto my back as she does the same. Blinking in the dark, a smile on my face, happiness and satisfaction keep me high just a little longer. Soon, darkness is going to take over my mind again, and I want to enjoy seeing clearly while I can.
Nyx just lies there, in her own bed, between two men. But only one thoroughly fucked her. Only one gets those beautiful orgasms out of her.
"Poor Nyx," I whisper. She startles when I grab her hand, but I don't let go. "It's going to be so hard to pretend you love him now."