Chapter 3
Silas
I have a hunch she knows it’s me in the mask, but that doesn’t stop me from using it. She seems to like the mask, and maybe it’s a fetish of hers. I don’t mind it either.
We watch as the girls take off toward the rides, and the three of us grab some drinks.
“She wants your cock something bad,” Levi says as Ry and I chuckle.
“I know she does. I’m just deciding on when to give it to her,” I tell them.
“Why haven’t you already?” Rylan asks as I bring my drink to my lips.
“I want her begging for it. You up for a little fun tonight?” I ask, looking between the two.
“What do you have in mind?” Ry asks first with a grin on his face. I tell them my plan and they both agree. Now, I just have to find the perfect time to execute it.
We mostly follow the girls around as they go ride to ride. Fairs really aren’t my thing, although I don’t mind being here with Angel.
When Rylan goes with Tamsyn on the Tilt-a-whirl, I see the lost look in Angel’s eyes. She wants what they have, but what they have is sacred. A bond forged in the pits of hell a long time before we were ever a part of this earth.
I slap a hand on Levi’s chest and smirk at him while nodding toward Angel. He knows what I’m thinking and he nods his agreement. We walk over and grab Angel, pulling her toward the ride.
“What are you doing?” she asks as we get in line.
“We’re going on the ride. The three of us,” I tell her. She smiles, and it’s fucking breathtaking. Angel’s name suits her to perfection; she’s a fucking Angel. Although, the more I learn about her, the more I know she’s a dark angel.
When it’s our turn to board the ride, Levi climbs in first. I shove Angel in the middle, and I lean in to talk to the ride operator.
“Give it a few extra minutes,” I tell him, slipping him a hundred-dollar bill. He glances down and nods his head. I climb in, take the seat next to Angel, and grin over at Levi. When the ride starts, so do I. I nod at Levi when he reaches down to spread Angel’s legs for me. Angel gasps, her eyes shooting to mine. I just smile at her, letting her know it’s okay. Levi’s hand slips up her thigh, and she gasps.
I trail my hand up the other thigh and straight to her waiting pussy. I groan when I feel her bare pussy. The ride spins us quickly, shoving us into each other. I lean in closer to her ear and bite the lobe before whispering, “Who’s my dirty little Angel?”
Angel gasps when I slide two fingers inside of her. Her plump lips part when Levi shoves her head in my direction. Our lips collide as I fuck her pussy with my fingers. Levi massages her thigh before he moves in to find her clit. I shouldn’t let him touch her. I should break his fingers, but he’s only doing it for me. Any other man, I would fucking gut him for looking her way.
Our tongues duel to see who’ll win, even though I know it’s going to be me. I pull back and bite down on her lip, causing a moan to escape her.
“You’re going to come all over this ride, Angel. You’re going to flood the fucking seat. Do you understand me?” I growl at her. She’s already panting as Levi toys with her clit. I keep forcing my fingers in and out of her. I know the ride is going to end soon, and she sure as hell better come before then.
She keeps her eyes on me as I fuck her harder and faster with my fingers. She’s rocking against our hands, trying to get herself there. I nod at Levi, and he works her clit faster. That’s what my little Angel needed. I can feel her pussy as it clenches, and she screams my name.
“Silas!” She cries out, wetness dripping down my hand. Levi keeps a light pressure on her clit, waiting as she comes down. When she’s done and panting, I drag my soaked fingers out of her and shove them right into her mouth. She licks them clean, just like I knew she would before I pull them free. Levi sits back in the seat as the ride comes to a stop. When the lap bar is unlatched, Levi climbs out, and I stand. I reach for Angel’s hand and pull her still-trembling body up before nodding to the seat.
“Look at the mess you made. I should make you lick it all up,” I tell her. Her eyes widen as she glances around at everyone. Then I shove her to her knees and press her head down into the puddle she made. “Clean it up, Angel.” At first, I’m not sure she’s going to do it. But then her tongue comes out, and she laps up the mess she made on the ride. When I can’t take anymore, I jerk her up and slam my mouth against hers. I fucking kiss her like I’m a man starved, and in a way, I am.
People stare at us, but I just ignore them and drag her off the ride and down the steps, where we meet up with Ry and Tamsyn. Tamsyn immediately pulls Angel away from me and into her side.
“What the fuck?” Rylan asks, raising an eyebrow at me.
“What?”
“Nothing. I like your style, Silas.”
“I knew you would,” I tell him as I grin.
“What next?” Levi asks.
“They want to hang out, but at midnight, I want her in the Tower of Terror.” Rylan smiles like he already knows what the fuck is going to happen in there.
“Masks?” he asks. I nod my head.
“You have yours?”
“In your backpack. I was prepared for anything tonight,” he says. I chuckle and slap a hand on his shoulder when I notice the girls. Tamsyn stands off to the side, but there’s some guy all over Angel. A growl rips from my throat as I think about anyone I didn’t authorize touching her. When his hand lands on her arm, I lose it.
I stalk across the park and grab the guy around the throat, slamming him against the closest wall.
“You might want to rethink who you’re putting your hands on!” I roar in his face. His eyes widen as he looks from me to her. “Eyes on me motherfucker.”
“I didn’t know she was with someone,” he pleads.
“We’re in a public place, so I can’t kill you. But what I can do is make you a promise. Watch your fucking back from now on.”
“What the hell? I didn’t do anything!”
“You put your fucking hands on her, and for that, you’ll pay,” I snarl. I release the asshole and step back, watching him run in the other direction. It doesn’t matter because after I fuck her, I’ll find him, and I will rip his goddamn hands off for putting them on her.
I turn back to Angel with wild fury in my eyes. I step into her space as Tamsyn steps back. I reach up and brush the hair away from her face before I lean closely so that only she can hear me.
“Take this as your only warning, Angel. If you don’t want to find another man’s bloody body strung up in the tree in your backyard, don’t let them put their hands on you.” Her eyes widen, but she nods her head. I don’t know if she believes I’d do it or not, but she agrees with me nevertheless, and that’s all I wanted.
I grip the back of her neck and crush my lips to hers, letting her know I’m no longer playing about this. About us.
“What’s … what’s all this mean? You’ve never been like this before,” she asks softly.
“This is me staking my claim, Angel. This is me taking what rightfully belongs to me.”
“But the ceremony,” she whispers almost sounding sad about it.
“You let me handle that.”
“Handle what?” I smirk at her and drag her closer to me.
“You’re asking a lot of questions, baby, and I’m just not ready to answer them. Now shut the fuck up and kiss me.” She doesn’t need to be told twice before she presses her lips to mine. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wonder if she’s still going to let the masked man fuck her or if she’s going to push him away now that I’ve claimed her.
Either way, I’m still going to do it. I’m still going after her as him. When I finally pull away from her, I nod toward Tamsyn. Angel walks over and stands next to her, looking a little stunned by everything that’s happening.
Call it what you will, but that girl is mine. I thought I could handle only being her masked man and not taking what’s mine but not after seeing that asshole touch her. I can’t.
“They’re going to the bathroom,” Ry says.
“Good. Come on,” I tell them. The two of them follow behind me as we head toward the Tower of Terror. I saw the asshole who touched her come this way.
We go inside, and it’s dark with very little light, but I can make out that motherfucker anywhere. His face is burned into my memory.
We take the steps quickly until we meet up with his little group and distribute the masks from my bag. I nod to the guys, and they take off running, pretending to be actors. They effectively get them separated when I grab the fucker by the back of his shirt and yank him into a hallway. He screams like the little bitch he is as I slam him against the wall. His head bounces off, and he slides to the floor in a heap. He’s blinking, trying to focus, when I pull the knife from my bag and move toward him. In the dim light, you can make out the blade, but he’s still trying to focus his eyes.
“I warned you,” I taunt him, pressing the knife to his forehead.
“Le-leave me alone,” he stutters. I keep my voice low and level when I say, “I told you I’d find you.” Now he screams, but so does everyone else in the fucking Tower of Terror. No one knows why he’s screaming as I smash my boot down on top of his hand. I lean down and place the knife right above the knuckles, and I cut. His screams pierce my fucking ears, and I cringe having to hear it. The only screams I want to hear are Angel’s when she’s begging to take my cock.
The asshole passes out as I reach down and pick up one of his fingers. That should be a good reminder to Angel that she better not let anyone else put their hands on her. I stuff the finger in my pocket before grabbing the gag and stuffing it in the asshole’s mouth. Then I get my rope out and tie him up before dragging his body out of the building at the rear. No one goes back here. It’s an emergency exit. It’ll be after hours before anyone hears him, and by then, we’ll be gone.
I clean up my mess and meet the guys out the front, where we stuff the masks back into the bag for safekeeping.