Reckless – Episode 61&62

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Reckless – Episode 61&62

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[Book 1 in The Untamed Duet]

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Hearing that sentence, Stacy turned around, her feet slipping slightly on the floor of the tub as she tried to find her way out, but the next occurrence was water splashing all-over the place.

Her body fell inside, and her arms failed to move cos they’ve been held down tightly.

Now she can’t even hold her tits anymore, neither can she try to run, cos a second later, she’s floating face-to-face with him.

Cove.

Her arms are in his hold. He’s holding both wrists with just one hand, folding them on top of her head like a criminal caught creating crimes on parole. She didn’t struggle, cos doing that in this situation would make her tits move. He knows what he’s doing.

But surprisingly, he’s not even looking at her open chest. Instead, his eyes are on her face, locking totally on hers, asking series of questions she has no answer to.

Is it weird that she understands what he’s asking with those witchy eyes?

“I’m not gonna tell you I miss you,” she breathed.

He immediately lessened his hold on her wrists, pretending he was gonna let go.

She jerked, but just when she was about to break, he held the wrists tight again, curving them behind her back this time, so her tits pushed forward, n+ples so hard.

His eyes finally moved down to the tits, and he had a good second staring at them with a dirty smirk.

“Look at those eagarly hard beautiful untouched tits, greedy for some torture. Use that mouth and tell me to touch them, tell me you missed me, else even if ten minutes clock, I won’t let you out of this tub.” He groaned, resting his lips on her n+ple.

He didn’t open up, he just rubbed his lips around it like her tit is some lipstick he needs to coat his corrupt lips.

That single action made Stacy go stiff, her asphyxiation worsened. Heartbeats turned more than ten per seconds, literally.

She couldn’t breath.

She couldn’t talk.

She couldn’t move.

She could only shake, tremble with the waves of the water.

He switched to the other n+ple, rubbing his lips on them, making it warm, harder, then he finally opened his mouth, sucking it inside.

His mouth is madly warm she wants to faint and die right here.

It’s heavenly, divine.

Her body awakened.

Her mouth opened, hanging.

The restraints she put around herself finally snapped, but before she could even start to enjoy the warmth, her n+ple slipped out of his mouth, and he kissed it.

He moved to the first one again, but instead of sucking, he looked up at her, meeting her doe eyes.

This is one of the rare moments she wished for magic to push the tits in his mouth and make him suck without having to talk by herself.

He said nothing, but she felt his second hand underwater, shifting her ar$e to sit on his laps.

Immediately that happened, her second stiffening happened.

She was right. This madman is naked in the water, so she could feel the bulge of his c+k directly on her bu+t, so huge and erect.

Only thing separating it from her p+xy right now is her bikini p+nt which is even transparent, so she could feel the pulse of his c+k, the warmness and the length.

She jerked, their eyes meeting as she tried to move again, but his hold on her wrist restrained her, and he did worse by dragging her ar$e again, grinding it on himself.

She gasped, her stiffness shattering into the water as his c+k rubbed on her p+xy through her p+nty.

She gasped again when he did it again, rubbing himself against her, using his length to grind.

The friction made her mad.

Her body turned so responsive she can’t even control it. It followed his command, following his drags like a slave begging for meals.

The way their eyes locked. His dark, unhinged eyes, and the his warmness of his skin. He’s a cold motherf+ker, but how come his body is so warm she wants him to continue doing this till she falls into derailment.

Her mouth remained open, but she’s not making a sound. The water made the sounds for them, dropping and rising, dripping off the edges of the tub in thin lines.

The shadows of the students surrounding the area look like demons from hell as it reflected on the transparent curtains, and the lights seems to be turning duller.

Now he’s grinding her on himself for the twentieth time, and she’s very sure if they weren’t in the water, she’d be so shamelessly wet already.

She could feel her own wetness mixing with the water, and time seems to be crawling cos they still have six minutes left to act.

Her tits are more erect now, pushing against his chest each time he grinded her forward.

Also, with each grind, their lips are like an inch apart, but he’s not making any move to kiss her.

He focused on the grinds, his eyes holding hers, trapping her.

At the 22nd grind, she was already trembling. Holding back her m0ans has been tough job, and now as she neared org@sm, she feels like if she doesn’t let it out, she might lose it.

She quickly slapped her palm over her mouth, brows arching as his c+k brushed her cold clitoris again.

She shivered, jolting and jerking….

“I’m going to….”

“Cûm?” His voice hit the bathroom, the deep bass colliding with the water in a horse rumble.

He stopped grinding, and she began panting, hard and high.

“Say what you have to say then,” he said, eyes demanding, commanding, controlling and obsessively full.

He looks like he holds hell’s threshold as the water swam around his tattoos and the steam warmed his face, but it didn’t add warmth to his demeanor.

His bandage is already completely soaked on his chest, and right now the packs are blowing under his skin.

She wouldn’t talk, so he pushed her off him. The warmth disappeared immediately, and she instantly took lead herself, going for it.

She opened her legs, straddling his laps and wrapping the arms around his shoulders, going down on his chest, attaching her lips to the muscles, flesh and tattoos.

She kissed his body, tracing constellations with her lips, chasing warmth with her mouth, especially on the collarbone tattoo.

She kissed his little tits too, riding, gliding to his neck where she rubbed her nose on his Adam’s apple, tracing her tongue to his chin,…

She kissed his lips once without waiting. The bottom one.

He didn’t move.

She kissed the top one next, pulling on it and giving it a bite.

He stayed rocky.

She held his face, eyes speaking what she couldn’t say, but she realized playing vision games would only make her lose.

She voiced out.

“Please touch me,” she whispered, low and heated against his ears.

His eyes twitched poisonously.

She continued—

“Genuinely, I missed you. I even waited in the restroom for your arrival, but you didn’t come, and when you were being all cozy with Trinidad, I was—”

Her lips were trapped in his mouth before her words could finish.

Her eyes followed her wishes, snapping close immediately.

She wrapped her arms around him, kissing back, losing her breaths and sense of thinking.

Her first m0an was wrenched out of her when he closed his palms on her tits, squeezing them wickedly.

But luckily, her lips were in his mouth, so he ate up the m+an before it could even escape.

She nearly peed herself when he squeezed again like her br+sts were his play toys, small in his palms.

She kissed him hard, but he kissed her harder, biting her lip twice, sucking her tongue and pulling her n+ples, pinching.

She m+aned again, into his mouth. The tub became their s+xual bed. He raised a new bandage which had been laying underwater since the start, and he wrapped it around her mouth, tying it at the back of her head to hold back her m+ans.

They have just four minutes left when he took her body in his arms like a fragile egg, going down on her like she did him, licking the milkiness of her skin and sucking on the succulence of her tits, nibbling on her n1ps and working her tongue over her skin.

He licked her everywhere like she’s the property he owns and will spend every dollar and waste lives to keep, shed blood to have, drop bodies to possess.

He licked her skin like a newborn, like the sweetie sin and the darkest damnation.

Neck, ears, tummy, br+sts, navel and the waist. Stacy could only hang breathlessly on his arms as his tongue worked it.

As her moans fell, they hit the bandage around her mouth, and she felt electrified as more of his workings engraved her skin.

The bandage is soaked with both her saliva and the water.

He kissed her waist beads one by f+kin one before dipping his head underwater.

Now her body is hanging on the tub wall, and her fingers opened when she felt him on her core, underwater.

He didn’t touch her p+nty. He didn’t even attempt to take it off.

It’s transparent enough. Enough for him to see what he wants.

He traced his fingers on the lips of her p+xy, drawing the sensitive buds on the flesh with his cold fingers.

Stacy’s eyes blurred on top.

If the tub wall was soft, she’d be biting into it with her nails right now.

Her tits are trembling with her, and her hips are bucking, knees heating.

Feeling like her org@ns has been stolen, she bucked again.

Cove’s mouth circled into her p×xy, skimming, breathing heat inside, exhaling warmth.

Her morals dissipated.

Her p+nty is still on, but it’s transparent enough for her to feel his warmness, his madness.

She attached her nails to the tub wall again, and two of her manicured pink nails fell into the tub.

With just one minute and thirty seconds left, Cove intended to ruin her, and he did.

His c+k crown met with her covered center, and he resumed the rubbing.

She cried, struggling to take off the bond in her mouth, but he tied too tight she couldn’t handle it.

She wants to m+an, but she’s not even allowed to.

The rubbings made her deliriously high. Her p+xy breathed hungrily, struggling to take him in, but the fabric of her panty is the hindrance.

She knows he purposely left it on to do this, and now she’s about to go crazy on the wall of this tub.

She nailed the tub again, and another two of her nails fell in the water.

His head snaked up, lips trailing her waist chains to the navel, mouth kissing the br+sts.

He ripped the bandage on her mouth off and turned her around.

With her back on him, he made sure to press his c+k in the middle of her covered arse.

His big palm held her neck from behind, tilting her head sidewards.

“My…. sl+t…” He whispered, grinding against her butt.

“F+k… Cove….” She gasped, hungry.

So hungry.

“T, It’s T.” He replied, hoarse, deep, demanding like his personality.

“T….” She whispered.

“Now repeat that, Dollface.” He ordered, kissing her neck, leaving her craving, needy, hungrier.

He pressed her c+k to her arse again, his second hand around her waist, first hand still around her throat.

“Your sl+t,” she replied, breathless.

“In this world, there can only be me for you. Anyone else comes close or think of coming closer?? I’ll kill him and hang his body out in the open, and I’ll punish you so much you’ll hate me, but you know what? I love it when you hate me, makes me want to warm my c+k with your v+rg¡nity blood on a graveyard.” He said.

Breathing hard, she opened her eyes to look at his scary ones, and he immediately captured her lips.

With the remaining three seconds, he kissed her like a devil in need of a sacred blood drop on his alter, squeezed her neck harder to leave his finger imprints.

She moaned thinly, and it ended up in his mouth, disappearing between his possessive groans and grunts.

The hourglass stopped pouring. The one last grain fell out.

Ten minutes over.

His c×k stopped rubbing her bu+t, his hand left her throat, his frame left her back.

He climbed out of the tub easily.

She didn’t see his front view, but she was looking at his back view as he walked to where his clothes lay.

A GUILTY tattoo on his lower back, and in front of it, there’s a fading X.

GUILTY X.

She didn’t have time to start figuring out the meaning cos she saw something more interesting.

There’s a birthmark on his butt. Slightly dark on his clean skin. It carries the shape of a butterfly.

Before she could stare any longer, he already put on his boxers briefs.

He looked back, seeing she’s still sitting there in the tub.

He picked up her br@, and she stepped out too.

Surprisingly, he rounded her body with the br@, tying the rope and doing the straps.

Now he’s clearly seeing his bold masterpiece on her skin.

There are five hickeys on her neck, and her lips carry bite marks, again.

“You and Trinidad…” She said before she could stop herself.

“What? You’re gonna kill her if she comes any closer?” He smirked.

“I’m not maniacal like you,” she responded, face down

He leaned in, and she didn’t even bother to back up. He lifted her chin.

“You shouldn’t say that, for a girl who gets turned on by fear.” He whispered, voice effortlessly s+y.

“Nutty,” she muttered.

He straightened, his broad chest flexing under his black singlet.

“Trinidad is an anchor who’s getting fired today.” He said plainly.

Then he led the way out of the area.

She was smiling as she followed him, but the smile decreased when the curtain opened, revealing the waiting students in the hall.

Eyes widened when they saw the marks on her skin and lips.

Dorian at the back isn’t even looking up. He’s still smoking.

On the second stick, and smokes surrounded him thickly, pouring out of his nostrils too.

The twins and Kehlani look the most shocked. They’re open-mouthed.

Stacy stood frozen by that entrance, till Cove grabbed her hand.

He took her by the wrist, and she instantly got a deja Vu of when he held her wrists in the tub.

Gawd, she’s not gonna forget that anytime soon at all.

He took her out of the area, and as much as she wants to stay with her friends, he didn’t let her go.

He took her to his spot at the right side of the back, beside Trinidad.

When Trinidad saw the mappings on her skin, she smiled, nudging her with an arm.

“You took my word and had fun, it’s obvious.” She said.

Stacy’s cheeks heated. She looked at Cove, he’s currently striking a matchstick on a matchbox.

When the fire erupted and reflected in his eyes, she saw silver, and she wondered what kinds phenomenon is that. Turning silver with fire?

Strange.

Cove fired up a cigar, smoking.

Having it in mind that she’s not tolerant to cold, he looked around and sighted a new towel on a hanger.

He moved to go get it, but Trinidad moved too.

She went to get the towel and came back to cover Stacy with it.

“Thank you,” Stacy muttered, smiling awkwardly.

She’s not used to Trinidad’s kindness. Same girl who’s Tania’s rival?

Too weird.

But she didn’t take it for granted.

She held the towel to herself and sat gently behind Cove’s spot.

Now, the second pair is preparing to enter the tub.

She could feel the eyes of her friends on herself from the front, all definitely dying to hear gists, but she doesn’t want to leave this place yet.

If she does, will Cove start cozying up with Trinidad again?

She adjusted on her seat, and that was when she noticed she’s getting stares from the students.

Almost everyone is staring.

“Ice prince T, if you were home and people are staring at your angle this much, you’d have them beheaded, right?” Trinidad whispered.

“Now you’re dragging it,” Cove said.

Trinidad chuckled.

“But yeah, I’ll have them beheaded and leave their head in the open for days,” he said.

Trinidad got serious.

“Is your family a mentally deranged one where everyone is insane? Cos I don’t even understand.” She said.

Instead of answering, Cove sat beside Stacy, hair slightly wet.

Trinidad scoffed and just turned her back on them.

Stacy slowly slid her hand into his right hand since he’s smoking with the left one..

He looked at her.

“My hand temperature is naturally cold. Don’t be deceived by my body warmth.” He said.

“I know, but I still wanna hold.” She replied, aptly.

He let her, and he even closed his palm on her hand.

She smiled warmly

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[12PM, Stacy’s Suite]

The fun is still ongoing outside the suites. No one is asleep yet.

Some are experiencing the night bazaar at the mirage market where they get to taste street foods from around the world, luxury dessert shops, custom jewelry stores and fire performers.

Some are at the sky-glass pool, a huge floating infinity pool suspended over the resort where DJs crash the night and champagne bars are built inside the water.

And some are at the midnight arena where a party coliseum is ongoing with a concert stage, laser shows and expensive fireworks.

The twins and Kehlani are experiencing the nightlife with the other students, but Stacy decided to come here for a rest.

Not because she’s tired, but because she needs time to relish on what she experienced in the tub.

She orgasmed, and it’s not even a normal one. She orgasmed so hard she broke four of her expensive nails.

No idea how he did it with her panty on, but he’s not Wizard for jokes, after all.

She was blushing as she sat in bed, half of her body covered and and the other half open.

Her arms are around her legs, and she chuckled shortly, giving her lip a little bite. It happened to be on the spot his bite mark is, so she winced, his face flashing her memories.

When he said T, she rewinded and thought harder about it.

She knew everything about him was fake from the start, so she’s not even surprised his name ain’t Covey.

But what could T be?

Theodore?

Tammy?

Tristan?

Tess?

She has no idea, but it has to be something as intimidating as him.

And now she’s curious about the kinda family this madman was born into, and what happened to him exactly? What made him run?

Why is he a pyro and why is he that damaged mentally?

Not that that’ll be a problem though. She can fix him, if he lets her.

And who are the people after him?

Why does his eyes glint silver with fire? Why is his hands cold but his body do fuckin warm?

And those sound processors she saw behind his ears?

Why?

There are so many questions, but she’s not planning to rush.

She’s gonna take her time finding him out if he wants.

Even if he doesn’t want.

She got off bed, the sound of the loud music pounding the resort making the floors breath under her foot.

She walked to the front of the mirror, checking out her hickeys.

The five is still there. Fresh, bright red, and the two bite on her lips.

She lowered her singlet, checking out her tits too. Still red from his brutal squeezes.

Her core clenched around nothing.

She quickly stepped away from the mirror, and her phone bleeped in bed almost immediately.

She rushed to it, thinking it’s her girls expecting her outside.

But it’s him.

His line isn’t saved on her phone, but who doesn’t know how he talks?

• I got a ghost face mask. Come to
Emerald woods in ten minutes.

Her chest slammed, anticipation caging her already as she saved his line as Nutjob.

She slid her feet into her flops, and she rushed out of the room.

But right outside the Suite, Dorian stood, back to the wall. He’s still smoking, maybe the tenth stick?

“Hey,” Stacy sounded.

No reply from him, so she continued her journey.

“He doesn’t love you,” he spoke up, tilting off the wall.

She stopped, slowly turning around to meet his gaze.

Red eyes. Feverish face.

“Soon, you’re going to understand me. He’s only using you.” He said.

“Dorian —”

He returned his cigar to his lips, walking off without turning, the cloud of his cigar followed him.

Stacy waited few minutes after he disappeared to his own suite, then she wiped her palms on her laps and resumed her journey to emerald.

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[Apex Game Lounge]

Kehlani and the twins have roamed every interesting spot in the resort, this place is their last stop.

They arrived at the combat arena where two wrestlers are having it hot in the ring, and they quickly placed their bets on their winners.

They joined the onlookers surrounding the ring, screaming with their bottles of energy drink.

“What the hell is Fighter A doing? What the hell! I placed 50 dollars on him. He better not fuck me up!” Tasha said desperately.

“Didn’t I tell you? I said Fighter B is winning this shit! Look at his chest!” Tania laughed.

“Fighter B all the way!” Kehlani grinned, clinking her energy drink can with Tania’s.

Tasha hissed, and they laughed mockingly at her.

Kehlani sighted Trinidad not far from them, and she instantly notified the twins to look at her.

But the twins just rolled their eyes and went to another side of the ring to continue watching the wrestling.

“Their brains are wired the same way,” Kehlani shook her head and walked up to Trinidad.

Trinidad sat alone on a low chair far from the ring, and she held a can of energy drink too.

Kehlani settled on a empty chair beside her, and Trinidad gave her a short glance before sipping.

“Why aren’t you with your buddy Cove?” Kehlani asked.

“Am I supposed to talk to you?” Trinidad replied sharply.

“Duh, you talk to Stacy.” Kehlani said.

“Cos Stacy is actually better than everyone of y’all in that society?” Trinidad rolled eyes.

“That’s new,” Kehlani nodded.

“And Stacy’s mum is my lifesaver, so I guess I owe Stacy?” Trinidad added, staring at the scars on her fingers.

“See? We’re conversing.” Kehlani smiling shortly.

Trinidad leaned forward.

“You mightn’t be bad too. At least you didn’t cry like a fool when your ex leaked your nudes. That’s a progress.” She said blankly.

Kehlani smiled again.

“Thank you, would you believe that earlier he was asking why I wasn’t depressed cos of my nudes?”

“And you didn’t fire him a slap?” Trinidad smirked.

“Trust me, my finger imprints is still on his cheek.” Kehlani laughed.

“Good,” Trinidad nodded, sipping again coolly.

“So what favor did Stacy’s mum do for you?” Kehlani asked.

“I’m close for questions tonight, Kelly.” Trinidad said aloofly.

“Aw, did you just give me a nickname? I love it!” Kehlani gushed. “I knew you were a cool girl! Why the f+k did you even roll with Roxy and Elmira?”

“Do you always talk this much?” Trinidad frowned.

Kehlani laughed, but then she shot up, sighting a tall guy across their angle. He’s one of the swimmers of RIDE. In fact, the top swimmer.

Kehlani had set her eyes on him as her target even before they left LA, and this might just be the right time.

“Watch me!” She posed, walking up to the toned hot guy.

She tapped him once on his arm, and he turned around.

The moment he faced her, she stood on a chair and kissed him.

“Oh shit!” Trinidad muttered from her seat, and so is everyone in that angle. They stayed wide-eyed.

The swimmer guy broke the kiss, and Kehlani feared he might dismiss her with disgust as the girl with leaked n+des, but instead, he just smiled and carried her, reigniting the kiss.

Trinidad smiled, but then she chuckled, sipping from her can again.

From a different angle in the building, Remo and his gang are seated with Roxy and Elmira.

Max’s eyes are super glued to Kehlani and the kissing swimmer. He could feel his bones crushing inside of him.

“That swimmer must be just as shameless as she is.” Elmira said, rolling her long extension lashes.

“Not to be hypocritical, but he’s cute as hell. If Cove isn’t a RIDE student, then this swimmer guy would be the tallest in campus.” Roxy said.

“Kehlani is a strong bitch, I concur.” Frank commented.

Remo lowered his pipe from his lips, “Bitçhes who hook up with another guy after breakup are dogs.”

Roxy saw Trinidad alone and immediately stood.

She walked up to her, sitting where Kehlani sat moments ago.

Trinidad ignored her.

“I see you’re getting over your trauma faster than you should, to the point of kissing a guy? I’m mad about it.” She chuckled, expecting a comeback.

Trinidad sipped the last drop of energy drink in her can and stood.

“I’m talking to you!” Roxy stood too.

Trinidad turned back, throwing a bloody blow at Roxy’s mouth.

Roxy fell on that chair, bleeding from the middle of her lips. She looked up shockingly.

“You know my secret? You’re finding it hard to keep it inside you? Then ring it out and be free! Ring it out if you dare! Say it!!” She yelled.

Roxy’s eyes stayed wide. She tasted metallic in her mouth as her blood flooded inside.

“Stay off my way from now on, you and Elmira, or I’ll kill you both! I know how to clear bodies so no one will ever find your shit!.” Trinidad slapped her, and Roxy gasped.

She stayed down.

Trinidad dumped the can on her and began walking away, but she slowly looked back, smirking…

“And I don’t think you have enough time to play around right now. You should run and hide before he finds time for you, cos once T finds time for you, you’re dead!”

With that, Trinidad strolled out, hands in her pockets.

Elmira rushed over to help Roxy up. She offered an hanky to wipe the blood from her lips too.

Roxy grunted as they walked back to the guys table.

“Why would you allow her to punch you?” Elmira questioned.

Roxy didn’t reply, but in her mind, she’s already mixing hundred ways to get back at Trinidad for this.

Trinidad’s secret is too heavy for her to be behaving this high and mighty. A secret that’d destroy Trinidad over and over and over.

She’s gonna reveal everything in a grand style.

They sat back with the guys, and Remo dropped his pipe.

“Tommorow is our major fun day here,, and I’m gonna be using that to my advantage. Trevor will be taken in Los Angeles tonight, and Scott will be taken here tomorrow. Y’all better prepare to watch Cove and Kane run feral…. it’ll be too entertaining.” He laughed.

“Can we add the swimmer guy Kehlani kissed to the list?” Max spoke up suddenly.

He’s still staring at the corner the swimmer guy took Kehlani into, and he could imagine the guy f+kin her.

Frank and Roxy gasped.

“What!” Elmira stood, shocked.

—

[Scott and Kane’s Suite]

The sound of the running shower almost drowned the sound of Kane’s playing music as he sat in bed, towel around his waist.

They returned from the fountain a while ago. That was their fun place tonight, and Scott stepped in the shower almost immediately.

Kane is preparing to go for a bath too. The plan was to have his bath with Scott, but something is currently stealing his attention.

It’s Scott’s sister’s case again. But this time, it’s the LA search agency that he’s secretly working with.

A new report says Lynn was sighted at the airport on the day she departed from LA. She wore thick, heavy clothing, but it still wasn’t enough to cover her neck.

They sent him a picture of Lynn at the airport with few wounds on her neck when she bent down to pick her fallen shades.

Kane was still staring at the picture when Scott came out of the bathroom, towel on his waist and water rushing down his skin in every part.

Kane got down from the bed, his expression unreadable as he took slow, slow steps towards Scott.

Scott, thinking he did something wrong again breathed out.

“What’s happ—”

Kane cut him off by shoving his phone screen to his face, showing him Lynn’s picture with the heavily bruised neck.

Scott’s arms dropped, and his jaws loosened. His palms fisted.

“Kane …..”

“Don’t you think it’s time to speak?” Kane said, stern and direct, his eyes burning holes through Scott’s.

Scott walked away from him, going on and on till he was beside the bed where he stopped and turned to look back slowly.

“Dad is an abuser. A chronic, psychopathic abuser who takes pleasure in beating women and children. He beat the crap out of me and my sister and our mother. He locked mum in the white room for days without food anytime she tried to stop him from beating us. He made mum walk on glass and nails and he made me lay on glasses too. Lynn? He made her wear tight turtle necks all the time so even when she was out of the house, Lynn wouldn’t be able to breathe well. She constantly got bruises on her neck till she developed breathing problems….”

Scott said everything at a go, and his eyes already has scoop of tears as he stood beside that bed.

“Mum fought, tried. She was strong, a virtuous woman who tried to kill him just to free us, but he turned the story around and framed her, saying she was mentally sick and wanted to kill him. She was sent to the psych hospital, and I still haven’t forgiven her for commiting suicide….she committed suicide…” Scott continued.

Kane didn’t change position. He kept staring at the scarred, traumatized boy in front of him.

Scott turned around, and when Kane saw his bare back for the first time, his eyes widened.

Scars. Dark, brown, even purple scars that has blended with the veins. They’re all on his back like a part of his skin. It’s hard to look at.

Kane’s head exploded.

When Scott turned around to face him again, Scott was already shedding hard tears, hiccuping.

“That day, dad got a new collection of murderous turtlenecks for Lynn, telling her she’d wear them throughout that school semester, and Lynn was scared cos there was no mum to defend us anymore. She was a DIAMOND, and that day, she was able to book a secret flight to San Francisco with my help. She said she was gonna attend Dorian’s concert and stay a month in any hotel over there just to escape dad’s abuse, and I was in support, but now I regret ever helping her cos she only left, she never came back. I dunno if she’s alive or dead, well or sick….I….I….I was ….. foolish….”

Scott broke down completely, crying loudly like a baby.

Kane went closer, enclosing him in a needed hug. Scott just cried more.

“I wasn’t hiding this from you for no reason. Dad is a beast. Several reporters found evidences against him in the past, but they all ended up dead one way or the other. I just didn’t want you to get hurt. I know you’re a maniac but my dad is a psycho, he’s scary when abusing people….he’s a…a killer…”

“Shh…” Kane shushed, rubbing Scott’s back, caressing his hair.

“Stop talking, I get it.” He coaxed, tightening the hug like he’s protecting him from the world’s snares.

Scott shut his eyes, hugging him back like the breath he needs.

He’s still crying, and his tears dampened Kane’s skin.

That made him madder. He doesn’t even wanna think of anything else.

Silas Young is dead already.

He’s going to kill Scott’s father.

—

[Emerald Woods]

Stacy has left the entrance now. She’s loitering around the dark woods like a lost puppy, greeted occasionally by creaks of crickets and the flashes of fireflies from the various canopy of the tall, intimidating trees.

Her heart was slamming on her ribcage, threatening to tear off the bone and hook the flesh, but it’s her night tonight.

She likes the thrills.

She could still hear the loud music from the resort fun spots behind her like an underground memory, and the harder her chest slammed, the harder her anticipation builds.

Where’s Cove?

Wrong…. Where’s T?

He told to meet here, and now she’s met with emptiness without him?

She pulled her phone out of her pocket, hands sweaty even under the breezing trees as she tried to dial him, but she stopped before she could even start.

Right in front of her, a tall figure stood, looking like a grim reaper with the ghost face mask covering his face.

But even under the mask, she could make out those dark eyes that lacks depth and warmth.

The loose denim and the black singlet. The tallness and his scent which charged the air.

She took one step back, her fear clawing at her knees she almost fell, but the more the fear, the more the fun. She’s all in for this.

“I need you to run,” his voice seeped out from under the mask.

And that was all the push she needed. She whipped around under the dark leaves and mighty branches.

Her legs moved almost faster than her thudding heart, but she didn’t hear footsteps behind herself, so she stopped at a point, looked back and saw him still standing there.

“Run!!!” He growled, his voice seeming to focus on her feet.

She lifted them, running deeper into the woods, not daring to look back anymore, not daring to stop.

Though, another part of her wants to stop and feel what he’s gonna do to her if he catches her, but she’s not gonna try him.

Trees whipped past her, breeze blew threads of her hair over her face, forming a cobweb which dirtied her sight. She tripped and fell.

But she stood almost immediately, wanting to continue her run.

Her figure slammed into a rigid figure, and her whimper was loud as she was thrown back to the ground.

Her hands gathered leaves as she stood, and she threw them at his ghost face mask before running in another direction, but she didn’t last, cos she was slammed on a tree from behind, and her body nearly went limp when she came face to face with the ghost face again.

Her breaths shallowed, her chest pounded wildly, matching the rhythm of her p+sy right now.

She’s so sinfully soaked it scares her. She’s sweating coldly, panting as he cornered her on the tree.

Before she knew it, his hand entered her bum shorts in the front.

Her breaths seized, her eyes hooking on the two emotionless eyes inside the ghost face mask.

His fingers rubbed her clî+, and her lips went apart, gasping twice.

She grabbed his biceps, brows arched, waist rotating.

“Did you get wet like this when I was chasing you, or when I caught you?” He whispered, voice low and lethal, hair hanging in front of the mask.

“I…dunno…” She m+aned, fisting his shirt in her palm.

He slid one finger inside her c+nt, and her head blew.

It’s her first. It’s the first time she allowed a male touch her princess parts. First time she allowed another hand on her kitty, and damn….

Is this what she has been missing?

Just one finger, and she couldn’t even breath anymore.

Her throat scratched.

“T, Oh…mmm” her moans were low, measured, gentle.

“Good girl,” he groaned, rubbing her entrance with his thumb while running the pv?×sy inside with that one long finger.

“Why do you call me Dollface?” She whispered, eyes rolling.

“Cos you look like a china Doll?” He replied, and her face entered his chest. She bit his tit spot.

He curved his finger inside her, and her mouth opened.

“F+k! That’s painful! Too much!….

“Too much? You’re about to cry….” He whispered, inserting the second finger.

Two fingers, and she saw stars behind her closed lids.

Tears ran down her eyes, running and running and pouring.

“Please…. please go slow…. please don’t hurt me….. i…. oh my gawd! Cove!!!! Ple…ase”

Her back arched against the tree, her foot turned hot inside her flats, toes and fingers trembling.

He’s not even moving the two fingers yet, but her tears are much.

“Please stop, i…i can’t…take it….”

Her voice cracked, shaking.

“Oh you’re so f+kin fragile. I’m gonna have fun breaking you to my desirable amount of pieces.” He whispered.

He lifted his ghost mask from his lips and kissed her earlobe.

Then he stretched his tongue to her face, licking her tears too.

She closed her eyes.

His fingers are still lodged inside her, but they’re still not moving.

He just kept them there, doing the licking till her face is clean. She opened her eyes back.

“How did you find out about my fear kink?” She asked.

“Cos I’m T?” He tilted his head.

He lowered his head and kissed her hard on the lips, tasting his bites.

“Why do you like kissing me so much?” She whispered, calmly.

“Cos your lips are mine? And the whole of your perfectly sculptured pristine body.” He groaned.

By now, he’s starting to move his fingers slowly, and she’s not even aware since he’s taking it slow.

But when he hit a nerve, she gasped.

“Ahh…hh……..”

And that was followed by a snapping sharp sound behind them.

Seems Stacy didn’t hear that, but he did, and he darted his eyes around.

Someone is here.

He withdrew his fingers from her tight p+xxy, taking it out of her bum shorts completely.

She squirmed at the emptiness she felt immediately.

“Go back to your suite. Go south from here and don’t deviate. You’ll get to the entrance of the woods in five minutes.” he said, voice clipped.

“Why?” She sniffled.

“Don’t ask questions, do you wanna die?” He looked at her sternly.

He gulped, then stood on her toes and placed a kiss on his lips softly.

“Goodnight,” she said.

He responded by caressing her waist chains, and she lingered before turning around, leaving.

—

[Sunday, Los Angeles]

Trevor doesn’t attend sleepovers.

He can’t sleep in a house that’s not his or in a bed that’s not his and Cove.

But tonight, Matteo isn’t around.

Matteo went to Malibu to finalize the shipping in of his new garage equipments for the reopening on Monday, so it’s just Trevor in the hotel. Reason why he decided to go to the sleepover with friends.

He’s currently driving himself to the sleepover in a Porsche, blasting Dorian’s songs loudly and moving his head to the instrumentals.

‘What I Want Is Mine’ has been on repeat, and he’s playing it again.

He stopped the car at a point and picked the phone to create another playlist. He smiled when he saw Trinidad’s picture on his wallpaper, and his eyes stared at her legs for a minute before he clicked his Spotify.

“I better tell her I’m turning 16 next week. I need a car gift.” He muttered to himself as he created the playlist.

But it didn’t take long before he began smelling smokes in the car, and he coughed sharply.

He sniffed the air.

“Doesn’t smell like it’s coming from the car,” he muttered, opening the car door and getting out on the road.

But he was instantly slammed with a gun barrel at the back of his head.

His eyes rolled up, and blood soaked his hair as he went down.

By unknown figures, his body was dragged into a different car, and the speed at which that car drive out of the road was insane.

Trevor’s car, his phone and headphones lay helpless on the road.

—

[Las Vegas, Woods]

Now Cove is the only one standing in the middle of the dark woods like Satan ruling the pit of abyss.

He looks like destruction and ruination wrapped in a human body.

Though, the sound has stopped, but the feeling that there’s someone here didn’t stop.

He’s naturally deaf, so his body and eyes are hyper sensitive.

He knows when eyes are on him even from a far distance.

His eyes took the dark shade of the woods, the leaves of the tree above him swirling.

“Come out!” He ordered.

His voice roamed the forest thickly, but it wasn’t in vain.

Leaves crunched as two shadows in black clothes rolled out behind a tree.

They wore masks that left out only their eyes, but immediately they stepped out, they removed the masks, revealing their faces.

They’re Aussies, obviously.

Tall, agile men with blonde hair and golden, striking eyes.

Cove calmed, his demeanor says they’re not enemies.

“We’ve been following you around since you arrived at this resort, but we made sure to not stare too long so we won’t alert you cos we know how sensitive you are” the tallest said, eyes full of nostalgia.

“We heard tidbits in Australia that you weren’t dead, so we decided to trace our intuitions, and we were right. You’re well and alive, Your Excellency.” The second one said.

Cove sighed, his cold eyes not moving like still waters.

He brought his fingers that were in Stacy’s sweet p+xy to his mouth. He licked, slowly.

The two men went on one knee each immediately, bowing with respect full before chorusing…..

“Thiago X!”

TBC.