Chapter 25
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FIVE
SYLAS
It’s been a few weeks since the Halloween party, and I can say with confidence that Nola has me all in my head.
She’s off limits; I know that, but it doesn’t take away the fact I fucking crave her.
Why did my sister have to go and become best friends with her? Now I see her all the damn time. She’s always here looking all sweet and tempting.
At first, I was happy that Callie found a friend. Who better for her to spend her free time with than Nola? A sweet, kind girl. Someone who would keep my sister out of trouble.
Now I’m thinking it’s backfired because instead of Nola keeping Callie out of trouble, Callie is the one who’s getting Nola into trouble.
Okay, not trouble exactly, but Nola has changed. She no longer blushes as soon as one of us is around her. Only when I make a flirty comment.
She doesn’t stumble over her words and speaks with more confidence.
She stands up for herself when one of us says something she doesn’t agree with.
While that might not seem like much, it's a big fucking deal in comparison to who we’ve always known Nola to be.
My Lola Girl is growing up, and I don’t fucking like it.
I want her to continue being that homebody, shy girl who has no interest in dating.
Only I find out that she’s out with Callie doing things all the time: movies, the zoo, shopping.
Then I find out she’s not even a fucking virgin!
When the fuck did she find time to lose her virginity? We’ve been watching Nola from afar for a long time, and never once did we see her talking to the guys she said she had sex with. Three fucking assholes who no longer breathe or walk on this earth.
It must have been after we graduated. With us becoming more involved with our businesses and taking on more responsibilities with the Brotherhood, we haven’t been able to keep as close an eye on her like we used to.
Killing those fuckers was the most fun we’ve had in a long time.
I don’t even feel the least bit sorry about ending them. They touched what didn’t belong to them, defiled her body with their nasty, tiny dicks. Dicks we made sure to remove while they were still alive. Did you know that when you get your dick cut off, you bleed… a lot.
What was even better was how high their voices got when they screamed like little bitches.
Still, when I think of Nola being with someone who isn’t one of us it makes me wish we kept the fuckers alive just so we could torture them whenever we felt like it.
They got off easy if you ask me.
“Mr. Reid.”
I blink, my mind drifting back to reality.
“Huh?” I raise a brow at my professor.
He huffs, crossing his arms. “Are you even paying attention?”
Leaning back in my seat, I give him a smirk. “Not really. Sorry, I almost drifted off.” The people around me chuckle. I grab my bag and get to my feet.
“Where do you think you’re going? Class isn’t over yet.” He glares at me, spluttering as I start towards the door.
“I gotta piss. Don’t expect me back.” I raise two fingers to give him the peace sign as I walk out of class.
Should I have done that? Probably not. I need this class to graduate. Do I care? Not one fucking bit. He won’t fail me. I still plan on doing the work, I’ll just catch up later at home. I need more things to keep my mind busy now anyway.
With all these girls going missing and winding up dead, I haven’t been able to get laid in far too fucking long.
It's bullshit if you ask me. Jasper was convinced that Roscoe Landry was out to get us, and I even believed it for a while. Because why the fuck were all the girls any of us messed with ended up being murdered?
But then, on Halloween night, another girl was offed, and it wasn’t anyone we’ve fucked around with.
I mean, sure, the bitch tried at one point back in high school, but none of us gave her the time of day because of how she treated Nola. She was lucky we didn’t kill her ourselves.
Then, after that, a few more girls we’ve never slept with popped up dead, making me believe that it’s just some sick fucker who has a kink for killing young girls.
Jasper isn’t convinced, though, swearing it’s just Roscoe trying to throw us off his trail after Jasper sent him a not-so-friendly warning.
And because of that, we’re not allowed to fuck anyone. No one!
Not even a handjob. Like, come on.
Does he think I’m going to just become celibate? Fuck that shit, I’d rather chop off my balls than never have sex again. And I like my balls. They’re even in size and aren’t too big or small. Do you know how rare that is?
They better be careful, because if Jasper is right and I am a sex addict, I’m coming for one of them.
I can close my eyes and pretend it’s Nola while I fuck their ass. Just gag them and put a bag over their head. Problem solved.
“Fucking hell,” I groan, rubbing my face with the palms of my hands. “Maybe I am a sex addict."
“Gee, what would make you say that?” a voice I know all too well says.
Lowering my hand, I grin over at my Lola Girl. She’s sitting on one of the benches in the hallway, looking far too tempting.
“There’s my Lola Girl.” I grin. A surge of pride fills me as pink sprinkles her cheeks. “What are you doing out of class?”
“I’m not out of class,” she tells me. “But you are. Why?”
“How do you know?” I raise a brow, smirking. “You stalking me?”
“No,” she says far too quickly, the pink on her cheeks turning red. “I saw you walking out of the classroom down the hall.” She points in the direction of the class I just left. “I have a friend who’s in that class.”
“A friend?” I raise a brow, stopping to stand in front of her. “Who is this friend?”
She looks good today. I don’t like it. Guys are going to look, and I’m going to want to kill them. And Jasper says I’m not allowed to kill everyone who just looks at Nola, only the ones who touch her.
He said I can’t kill them, but I’d happily pepper-spray them as punishment for their wandering eyes.
She’s wearing a dress today, looking far too mouth-watering than what is fair.
What is with her clothing choices these days? Is she trying to kill me? What happened to her leggings and baggy sweaters?
Now she’s all tight shirts showing off her curves, summer dresses that give us great views of her long legs, and jeans that cup her perfect ass.
And her tits! I just want to hug my cock between them and fuck them until I spray my cum all over her face.
I want nothing more than to turn her soft thighs into earmuffs as I feast on her cunt until she’s sobbing my name.
And when she whines that it’s too much, I’ll flip her over and turn that peach ass of hers bright red.
Or… maybe I’ll leave fingerprint sized bruises into that plump flesh as I fuck her from behind.
Nothing would be better than holding onto handfuls of that ass while my cock is buried deep inside her cunt.
“No one you know,” she says, looking away.
“Since when do you have friends?”
Her eyes snap back to mine, hurt filling her gaze, making me feel like an asshole.
She gets to her feet, this pissed off look in her eyes that has my cock thickening.
“I have friends,” she snaps back. “I’m not some pathetic loser.” Her chest rises and falls quickly, drawing my eyes down to it. My cock hardens as I openly ogle the mounds of her tits.
Slowly, I drag my eyes back up to hers. “I don’t think you’re a loser, Nola.”
“I’m not the same little girl you used to be friends with, Sylas. I’m a woman now.” She juts out her chin. “With friends. And…”
“And?” My lips twitch, this feisty side of her is a total turn-on. She really isn’t the same Nola from when we were kids. It might be small changes, but it’s enough to get my attention.
“And… guys are noticing me now,” she huffs. “Maybe it’s time for me to start making more friends, maybe start dating.”
The idea of her going out with some guy has my smirk dropping. “Yeah?” I run my tongue over my teeth in annoyance. “Like who?”
“None of your business,” she scoffs, stepping around me.
I spin around, watching her push the door to the women's bathroom open and disappear behind it.
I know I shouldn’t follow her. I should turn around and leave. She’s off limits. We’ll destroy her. We’ll be her downfall.
Turn around, Sylas. Walk away.
Only… I don’t. With a hard cock and a spike of jealousy running through me that I’m not fucking used to, I push my way into the woman’s bathroom.
Nola is standing at the sink, brushing and fixing her hair. Her eyes snap up to meet mine in the mirror.
I close the door, flicking the lock.
“What are you doing in here?” she asks. “This is the woman's bathroom.”
“You know, Nola.” I slowly prowl towards her. “I’d like to know where all this new attitude is coming from.”
She lowers the hairbrush, licking her lips. She doesn’t take her eyes off mine as I grow closer.
Her breathing starts to pick up from fear or arousal. Either will work for me.
She turns around, grabbing the sink behind her as she leans against it. “There’s no attitude.” Her voice is low. “I’m just not the girl you want to believe I am.”
“Oh yeah?” I raise a brow, closing the space between us. “How so?”
“You think I’m sweet,” she whispers.
“Are you not?” I place both hands on either side of her on the sink, trapping her in place.
“N-no,” she breathes, her pupils dilating.
Huh. So, it’s not fear making her heart beat faster. Interesting.
We’ve always known that Nola has a little crush on us. It was obvious with how flustered she would get around us, while having a sharp tongue with some of the assholes she went to school with.
Nola might have been the kind of person who kept to herself, but when she needed to, she would stick up for herself.
But with us, it was different.
Still, her crush was nothing to us because that's all it was. A sweet little schoolgirl crush. If she knew the kind of monsters we really were, she’d have feared us, not wanted us.
Even knowing that, it doesn’t stop me from pushing.
When she grew bold at the Halloween party, it sparked something inside me.
Right now, I don’t know if that was for the worse or the better.
“Tell me, Nola,” I start, moving my knee and sliding it between her legs. It brushes against her core, making her suck in a sharp breath. I chuckle, reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ear. “What are you then?”
I cock my head to the side, moving my knee again.
Her eyes flutter closed as she bites her lip. She looks so fucking gorgeous. Her cheeks are flushed, her breathing labored.
I lean in, bringing my lips to her ear. “If you’re not sweet, does that mean you’re bad?” I murmur, loving how she shivers at my touch.
“Yes,” she whimpers.
I move my knee again, back and forth along her pussy.
“Show me then, Lola Girl.” I brush my lip along the shell of her ear. She sucks in a gasp, her hips beginning to move like they have a mind of their own as she rocks against my thigh. “Show me how naughty you can be.”
I might not be allowed to fuck anyone right now, and I’m sure as hell not allowed to fuck Nola, but if it’s her riding my knee like a needy little whore, does it count as me touching her?
Her whimper is music to my fucking ears, and I wish nothing more than to be able to hear that sound while she’s gagging on my cock.
Pulling back, I look down into her eyes and groan. She bites her lips, her nostrils flaring as she grinds her pussy hard against my leg.
“You really are a naughty girl, aren't you?” I ask, my voice a low rasp as my cock becomes painfully hard, pressing against my jeans. “Look at you, Lola. Riding my knee like some desperate little slut.”
She whimpers, moving faster. Her chest heaves with every breath, her movements becoming frantic as she uses me to get herself closer to release.
It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. Seeing my Lola Girl so needy for me, it does something to me.
I have to curl my fingers around the edge of the sink to keep my hands to myself because I’m on the verge of spinning her around, bending her over, and fucking her until she’s a sobbing mess, cumming on my cock.
I want to watch her walk away with my cum dripping from her needy little cunt and down her thighs.
“Sylas,” she whimpers, her warm breath skating against my lips.
“Cum for me, Lola Girl.” I smirk. “You may as well. You’re already grinding against me like a bitch in heat. May as well get your reward.”
She whines, her eyes closing as she works herself faster.
“Eyes on me,” I growl, grabbing her chin between my fingers.
Her eyes snap open, widening as her lips part.
“That's it. Break for me,” I coax, watching as she falls over that edge.
She bites down on her lip hard, trying to smother her cry as she starts to shake. I can feel her juices soaking the fabric of my black jeans.
“Oh god,” she gasps out. “Oh god.”
She looks absolutely enchanting as she climaxes. I nearly cum in my fucking pants knowing that my sweet Nola Girl just used me to get off.
A low chuckle rumbles out of my chest. “No god here.” I grin. “Only the devil. And unless you want to see the wrath of Lucifer himself, I suggest you never do what we just did with another man.”
I let go of her chin and take a step back. She nearly falls forward, just barely managing to catch herself in time.
“What?” Her brows furrow, chest rising and falling as she struggles to catch her breath.
I need to get out of here before I do something I can’t take back. She’s off limits, she’s not mine to touch.
This shouldn’t have happened. But I’ll be damned if she does this with anyone else.
“You heard me, Nola.” I smirk, backing away. “Let another man touch you again, and there will be a price to pay. The question is, would you be willing to pay it?”
“Sylas, wait!” she calls after me as I turn around and leave the bathroom. I storm down the hallway towards the men's bathroom.
Locking myself inside the bathroom stall, I undo my jeans and pull my cock out. It only takes a few quick jerks before I’m leaning over the toilet, groaning as I spill my load into the bowl.
“Can’t believe I’ve resorted to jerking off in the fucking bathroom,” I grumble, panting as I milk my balls until they are completely empty. “It should have been her on her knees, swallowing my fucking cock.”
Jasper can go fuck himself. At this point, I don't care if the girls I fuck around with die. It’s not like I’m the one at risk.
I’m glad I didn’t do what I really wanted to do with Nola. If someone is watching us and dared to try and hurt her, I wouldn’t care if it started a war, I’d slaughter the whole fucking lot of them.