Chapter 10
Angel
You know, you never really notice just how many girls will throw themselves at a man until you really sit back and pay attention.
We went to grab something to eat, and the only thing open was pizza. While we were sitting there waiting for our order, the number of girls who were blatantly throwing themselves at the guys was insane. It was annoying as hell, which is why I excused myself to come into the bathroom. If I had to watch it one more time, I might have lost it altogether.
I freshen up, and as I’m heading back to the table, I see Tamsyn snatching some girl by the hair and yanking her out of her seat. She then shoves her toward the other table, and the guys laugh. Tamsyn has no problem with handling her business, and there are times I wish I were more like her. This is one of them. Some girl sits next to Silas, taking up my seat. He looks at me with a challenge in his eyes, but there’s no way I can do what Tamsyn did. That’s just not me. So, instead of pulling her out of her seat, I walk right past the table. Tamsyn calls out to me, but I ignore them and head for the door. As soon as I step foot outside, he’s right behind me. In seconds, he has me spun around and pinned to the wall of the restaurant.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Home.”
“We’re not done here,” he tells me.
“I am.”
“I don’t think so,” he disagrees, pressing closer to me. I shove him back a step, and he lets me have a little space. “What’s your problem?”
“If you think for one second I’m going to fight some random girl over you, you’ve lost your mind,” I tell him. I see the look in his eyes; laughter lurks in them. Go ahead. Laugh. As I shove off the wall and start walking away, he grabs me.
“Let me go!”
“You think I want you to fight over me?”
“Isn’t it? You saw Tamsyn fight for Ry, and you want the same.”
“You don’t know what the fuck I want, Angel.”
“You’re right. I don’t!” I snap at him, trying to pull away, but his hold is too tight. He jerks me closer to him, his lips skimming my ear lobe. Before I can say anything, he’s dragging me back inside and back to our table. He sits down in the booth, and the girl attempts to slide in, but he pulls me in instead. Then he grips my thigh in his hand and forces my legs apart before hiking up my dress. I try to pull it back, but his other hand comes up to pinch my nipple roughly between his fingers, causing me to whimper. He pulls my dress up and lets everyone see what’s beneath it as he dips a finger inside of me.
“You see this pussy? This is my pussy. And all that sticky white stuff? That’s my fucking cum dripping out of her. You can look all you want, but if you attempt to fucking touch me, I will cut your fucking hands off. The only one allowed to touch me is her,” Silas says, nodding at me. His finger works its way in and out of me, and I nearly moan out loud. He doesn’t care if people are watching or if we’re in a public place. He keeps finger fucking me until I can’t take anymore.
“Go ahead, come all over the fucking seat, Angel. Just like on the ride,” he coos as he coaxes me higher. I close my eyes, not wanting anyone to see me like this, but I can’t stop the orgasm from washing over me. Silas hums his approval before allowing me to move and pull my dress back down. The rest of the table doesn’t say shit, as if nothing just happened.
Silas doesn’t go to wash his hands or anything, grabbing a slice of pizza with the same hand he just used to finger fuck me, bringing it to his mouth. I just watch him in a stunned silence. He glances over and smirks at me before going back to eating. After about an hour, he excuses himself and says he needs to go somewhere and check on a few things.
We finish up and head out, Levi dropping me off first. My mom and dad should be back tomorrow so this will be my last night home alone. Not that I miss them, because I don’t. They travel a lot, and I find I like the silence without them there.
I head up the steps and unlock the door, waving at the others before going inside. I’m exhausted from this whole bullshit night when my cell rings. I pull it out of my bag to see it’s my mom.
“Hey, Mom.”
“Hey, Angel. How was the Kings’ party?” she asks, sounding happy.
“It wasn’t bad. Not as bad as I thought it would be,” I tell her as I pull my heels off and walk up the stairs.
“Well, I wanted to check in. We’ll be back tomorrow. Make sure you lock up.”
“I will. See you tomorrow,” I tell her before hanging up. I shove my door open and flip on my light, only to startle when I see him sitting on the bed with his mask on. My mouth drops open as I look at him.
“What are you doing?” He doesn’t speak; he just raises my journal in his hand. “Why do you have that?” I raise my voice now, moving toward him. I try to grab it out of his hand, but he jerks it back and shakes his head. “Silas, give it to me.”
“You seem to have a thing for men in masks, don’t you, my little Angel?” he asks, his voice husky. “But that isn’t all you like, is it?” What part did he read? What part did he see? I look at the book in his hand and thank God it’s one of my latest ones and not an old one. I cross my arms over my chest, not willing to tell him anything. He chuckles and stands from the bed before tossing the book onto the dresser. He stalks toward me and moves behind me. I shiver when his gloved hand comes to my back, unzipping my dress. He slowly slips the straps off my shoulders and lets the silk puddle at my feet.
He groans before taking my hand and bringing me over to the bed. He nods for me to sit down, and I do. Silas turns his back and moves to my bathroom before coming back out with a girl. I leap off the bed and cover myself.
“What the fuck is this?” I yell, nodding toward the naked girl.
“You fantasized about this moment, didn’t you?” he asks cocking his head to the side to study me. He read it in my journal. I swallow hard, wondering if he’s going to be mad at me, but there’s a part of me that doesn’t care either. I lick my dry lips and nod my head. “I want to make all your fantasies come true, Angel. Even if it means letting you touch another woman.”
“Why?”
“Why not?”
“You killed Simon. Should I believe you wouldn’t kill this girl?” I ask, pointing at her. She’s out of it. She has to be drugged. Silas looks down at the girl and shrugs.
“I won’t kill her if you don’t want me to.”
“You won’t?”
“No. But only her, Angel. If it’s another man, well, I can’t make that kind of promise to you. Besides, this is all about your fantasy, right?” I take a shaky breath as Silas leads the girl over to my bed. He sits her down, and she smiles up at me. I’ve never done this. I’ve dreamt about it, but I would never have acted on it. I don’t know what to do.
“Go ahead, Angel. Do what you want with her,” he tells me.
“What are you going to do?”
“Watch.” His one word causes bumps to form on my flesh.
“I don’t know what to do,” I admit shyly. I hear Silas chuckle before grabbing me and pulling me against him.
“What is your fantasy about?”
“I’ve just always wondered what it would feel like to be kissed and licked by another girl,” I tell him as my cheeks heat up.
“Then that’s what you do. Tell her what you want, Angel. She’s more than willing to give it to you.” Silas spins me around to face her and then gives me a little shove. He doesn’t move away; he stays close behind me.
“Grab her hair in your hand,” he tells me. I reach out and let my fingers slide through her long blonde hair. “Pull it, Angel.” I tug on it, and she arches her back, a moan falling from her lips.
“Do you want her to kiss you on the mouth?” he asks. I shake my head. “Are those lips only for me?” he growls behind me. I nod. I’m so fucking hot right now. I feel like I’m on fire, burning from the inside out. “Good girl,” he praises.
“Val, suck her nipple into your mouth,” Silas tells her. She sits up and leans in, wrapping her lips around my nipple and sucking. I gasp at the feel of her there. “She’s nervous, Val. You have to take the lead here,” he tells her. She nods her head, and then Silas is gone from my back. I look over my shoulder and see him pulling up the chair from the corner of my room. He drops down, that mask calling to me like a fucking drug, but I can’t focus on him with this girl touching me.
Her fingers trail over my flesh as she pulls me onto the bed with her. She pushes me back, and then she’s there, straddling me. Her pussy rubs against my mound, and I find I actually like it. Her teeth continue to tug at my nipple before she slowly moves down my body. She doesn’t speak; she just does what she wants, and I let her.
Once she’s settled between my legs, she spreads my pussy lips wide, and I hear a growl leave Silas’s throat. Turning my head quickly, he nods for me to go on. So slowly, I slip my hand down into her hair and drag her face against my pussy. Her tongue comes out, running straight to my clit. She’s a woman and knows exactly what to do to make me feel good. She buries her face in my face and eats me like I’ve never been eaten before. I won’t lie and say that Silas isn’t better, he is, but this feels so fucking good too. She licks and sucks, and my legs begin to tremble when she pulls her mouth away. I whine, and I can hear Silas chuckling.
“Pussy to pussy,” Silas demands. I’m not sure what he wants us to do, but Val takes control. She positions me how she wants me, and then she moves into her position. I think they call this scissoring. Our pussy’s are pressed against each other’s as she begins to grind against me. I start to move with her and find a rhythm that works for us. I’ve never felt anything like this in my fucking life. We’re both so fucking wet our juices slide together. I roll my hips, getting right where I need to be, and then I move. I move hard and fast. My clit is throbbing as I rock into her, grinding against her. Then I feel warmth flood my body as I come for her, against her. I cry out as it all washes over me at once.
I’m panting and trying to catch my breath when Silas moves. He lifts the drugged girl off the bed and shoves her toward the door.
“Get yourself out of here,” he orders her. She nods her head, seemingly a little less intoxicated, before she grabs her clothes from the bathroom and heads out the door. I lie still as Silas bends down and kisses me while keeping the mask on. His tongue dips into my mouth, and I take all he has to give.
His gloves are gone now when he reaches down and runs his fingers through the wetness he finds between my legs. He dips a finger inside of me and then pulls it back out to play with my clit. It’s still so sensitive that when he touches it, I nearly leap off the bed. He grins against my mouth and says, “Now come for me, Angel.” He presses harder, and before I can stop myself, I come once more. I cry out his name this time and tug his mouth to mine. I kiss him like I may never get the chance to, savoring every second of him.
When he pulls away from me, he drops a kiss on my forehead.
“Where are you going?”
“Home.”
“Silas,” I whine. I want him. I need him. I want his cock inside of me. I yawn, but I’m not too tired to take him.
“Are you begging me like a good little whore?” he asks.
“Yes. Please, Silas.”
“What do you want?”
“You.”
“Not good enough.”
“I want your cock inside of me, Silas. I need to fucking feel you inside of me,” I shamelessly beg him. He lowers his head and kisses me once more before he shakes his head.
“Not tonight, baby. Tonight, you make yourself come while you think about me.”
“But Silas.”
“Don’t worry, Angel. Next time, you’re going to be so fucking full of my cock you’ll beg me to stop.” I watch him leave the room as I flop back on the pillows. I can’t believe he just left me like this. I can’t believe he brought a girl here, either. I wonder where he even got her?
Ignoring the jealousy that rises in me, I lay back and spread my legs, thinking about Silas in that damn mask. I don’t know what it is about it that turns me on so damn much, but it does, and I want more. I slip a finger inside myself, and I’m still wet from what we did. Sliding it in and out, I do what he says. I think about him and make myself come as many times as I can before sleep pulls me under.