WICK£D GOD
Wicked God – Chapter 47,48,49,50&51
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Gods of Death Duet-Book One
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The grooms were waiting at the end of the hall when the brides got out.
Both men turned at the same time, and lust encircled Jethro’s eyes immediately he beheld Skylar.
Her veil might be covering her face, but her legs were distinguished, and that aura of a raving bitch she carries, plus her aesthetic.
Bellatrix wouldn’t wear a short wedding dress like that, so it was definitely his bride Skylar.
His mouth nearly spilled open with awe, but he was able to push his lips against each other to shut it.
He stared like he has never stared at any woman, and the closer she got, he felt his lust thickening on his tongue. He could taste the sinful nectar. And he liked it.
But there was another unnoticed occurrence in that hall.
Each groom was supposed to be staring at her bride.
But that wasn’t the case cos Bellatrix wasn’t being looked at….at all.
El Crow’s eyes glued to Skylar.
He was staring too, but he did it secretly—like it was a sin to look.
Difference is that while lust roamed Jethro’s eyes, his eyes held something that lacked interpretation at the moment. He seemed to be rethinking his life choices currently.
His eyes refused to leave her legs. The elegantly long legs that definitely belonged in runways.
Models should probably be thankful she didn’t choose modelling with those legs and the overall body.
Well…even if she wanted to choose modelling, where’s the freedom?
This bitch lacked it.
Stuck with Satan. Now getting married to an irritating old man.
His eyes moved from her legs to her veiled face, and his jaws grinded softly before he looked away.
Bellatrix finally got to him, and he wanted to puke again.
Her scent.
Why does it upset him so much? He had no idea why his stomach turned whenever she came too close.
It wasn’t the first time he inhaled flowery, but hers held a stomach-turning kind of strength.
He held himself back from puking by holding his breaths for a sec.
Bella held out her hand for him, and he took it. His palm nearly swallowed the smallness of her own hand.
Bellatrix smiled under her veil, loving how it felt. She felt small and tiny next to his big tall frame.
They’d be aesthetically pleasing couples, and she couldn’t wait to make their pictures her phone wallpapers and socials DP.
Butterflies shattered to swarms in her tummy. She couldn’t control the flapping of their wings. She might just faint from overjoy.
But…
The necklace.
Where could it be? She can’t lose it at all. Not now that she was getting married. It’s like a symbol of his confession as his first gift to her.
She’s sure it’s in the bridal suite. She’d find it after this wedding. For now, she needed to go to that altar and become Mrs. Bellatrix Acheron.
Her father said she wouldn’t take El Crow’s surname, but in her mind, she’s going to be an Acheron.
They stepped out of the suite hall together first.
Skylar gave her hand to Jethro too, and the old man smiled eerily as he wrapped his palm on hers.
She felt disgusted.
His cruel palm was layered with calluses like he’d been tilling the ground for a living all his life.
But she achieved her goal of being taller than him in her do-too-much heels, so that kind of consoled her.
But to her surprise, he snapped his fingers, and his staffs brought him shoes with higher soles.
He changed into that, and he matched her height.
Skylar rolled her eyes under her veil. The freaking audacity.
“I know what you are, and I can predict your moves even before you make them, Mrs. Ortega….” He spoke with a stone face. “You should think twice before you dare me.”
Wait…
Did he just say Mrs. Ortega?
Did he just…
Skylar’s hand went up to her throat immediately, holding it down so she won’t puke at the ugliness.
Mrs. Or…what??
Would she really be able to play the role of choiceless wife?
But then… Skylar Vox ain’t even her real name to be fair, so she’d just count Mrs. Ortega as another forced fake name or title or whatever.
They left the hall too, meeting El Crow and Bellatrix at the main hall customized double doors.
The doors slid open, and the guests welcomed the couples with coordinated claps and cheers.
No one poured confetti. It literally poured out of the pumping devices attached to the walls.
Confetti. Sweet-smelling smokes from smoke machines. And artificial snowballs from another device.
New lights were projected into the hall, spilling moonlight and the stars.
The conjunction of everything created a new halo, all for the couple alone as they made their wealthy walk down the sleek aisle.
Roselle placed her head on her table, hiding her tears.
Satan looked green with envy as she stared at Skylar’s ensemble, especially the legs.
Nearly every new member of the team commented about it. You’d never meet Skylar and not notice her height, and that’s probably why ninety-nine percent hated her.
Satan knew that. And she was always glad she took her into her team. If Skylar was with her family and probably became a global model, then her daughters would have to see her as role models and whatnot.
That would never happen.
Midnight would never allow that, and Jethro would never allow that too. That makes three of them.
Satan sipped her wine.
Rosita looked genuinely happy, cos she of all people is aware that Skylar didn’t agree to this for no reason.
“I wish you well, Baddie!” She shouted over the clappings.
“This is a private wedding for a reason!” Midnight scolded her. “Stop screaming like a caveman!”
Rosita rolled eyes.
At the Enigmas side, Kent laughed heartily. “I didn’t know black hair would fit him.”
They squad is somehow close to each other now. They’ve shifted away from their individual tables.
“Everything fits El.” Blade chuckled.
“I know, right?” Bishop smiled.
“I still don’t feel comfortable with Bellatrix,” Lovato said. “El needs a smart, sharp woman, not a dummy daughter of a mogul.”
“You keep calling her dumb and idiotic as if you’re smart yourself,” Castle replied, sipping wine.
Lovato recoiled immediately.
She’s the only one who heard it as she was closer to him.
Her eyes wanted to come wide, but her tongue got stuck between her teeth instead. She bit it deep.
She’s not…smart?
From Castle?
She sent him her nudes. Was that not supposed to calm him down?
She nervously sipped her wine too.
Everyone shifted back to their individual tables cos the couples were now in the front.
Two different officiants were hired. The vows began.
Merely hearing the first line of her own vow, Skylar just knew it was Jethro who handwrote it.
It goes…
† I, Skylar Vox, vow to honour my husband, Jethro Ortega as my new God and owner, with my body, my soul, my time, and my life, serve him with every essence of my existence till nothing does us apart.
Something told Skylar to instantly rush out of the hall, but life without certain risks is what?
Worthless.
And besides, this was a useless vow she won’t follow anyways.
She took the vow, and she wasn’t surprised to see it was only her who vowed. Jethro didn’t vow at all.
At El Crow’s side, he also knew the vow was written by Jethro immediately he opened the card.
It goes…
† I, El Acheron, vow to worship my wife as my new God and owner. With my body, soul, and whole life. Be a dedicated husband who crawls for his wife and kisses the floors she walks, till nothing does us apart.
The abnormal redness crossed his eyes as he stared at the card. He instantly wanted to tear the card and shove the pieces down Bellatrix’s throat, but he sighed.
He looked up and composed himself. He’d do anything to get to the middle of this case, and that includes saying these ridiculous vows which he won’t be following even over his dead body.
He said the vows, and Bellatrix looked shocked when she heard him. Obviously, she didn’t know about it.
But they’re at the altar.
She couldn’t do anything.
When she realized she doesn’t have her own vow card, she blinked.
Why is it that only El Crow vowed for her and only Skylar who vowed for her father Jethro?
Her father was definitely behind this.
She looked genuinely pissed as the ring exchange began.
Thankfully, it wasn’t one-sided this time cos Bellatrix also received her own ring—a huge rock that was chosen by Arturo.
El Crow couldn’t care less about rings or about Bellatrix herself.
Skylar picked the fourth ring and took Jethro’s hand to insert it, and that was when she saw it…
The feather ring on his middle finger!
She remembered Eden’s words of how she said her Master used a ring shaped like a feather.
Her head snapped.
She nearly looked up at Jethro’s face through her veil, but she stopped herself and just focused on inserting the wedding ring into another finger.
But her head kept working.
So… Jethro is Eden’s Master, and at the same time he’s the Maddscientist who started this weird blood stuff?
Does that mean…
Wait.
Days ago when cocaineboy came to the memorial with Eden’s blood all-over him, the blood was redder than normal blood—just like hers.
Eden was Apex blood too?
Geez.
She went rigid for a minute, but she trained her breaths to be balanced and steadied. Calm down, Skylar.
Seems this wedding had to really happen anyways.
And she’s glad it did.
So many things Jethro would pay for.
The officiants pronounced kiss time, and the grooms lifted the veils from the brides faces.
Bellatrix expected a breath-seizing kiss when El Crow leaned into her mouth, but he merely diverted and have her a peck on the cheek just like she did to him at the business mixer.
Her chest rang.
Why? Why did he not kiss her well?
Something told her to pull him close and kiss the fuck out of his mouth, but she held back.
She’s not obsessed.
She loves this man.
She’d follow his pace.
She gave him a smile which he didn’t return at all.
Immediately Jethro leaned in, Skylar leaned back, face icing back up.
“You’d be delusional if you think after allowing you to forcefully marry me, I’ll also give you a kiss.”
Jethro grinned, pushing his hands into his pockets.
“You see, Love, this is the main reason why I like you. Pliant women are boring. I love my women with teeth, cos I’m a plucker who’d do my job without mercy,” he stated.
“The only thing that deserves plucking here is your eyes and your ugly surname!” Skylar spat.
Jethro laughed. “I like you more”
Skylar took a deep breath.
Is she the same person who’s supposed to be playing choiceless controllable wife?
Forget that.
That’s not happening. If she pretends to be pliant, that’s when her scheme would get revealed.
She’d keep up her biting attitude throughout this game.
Pliant doesn’t suit her.
Bellatrix hugged El Crow, and he managed to hug her back.
Roselle rushed out of the hall with the excuse of going to pee.
She found a washroom and cried inside all alone.
The guests started their good luck wishes to the couples.
While Jethro’s business associates swarmed him and Bellatrix, Enigmas surrounded El Crow.
But just Rosita came to Skylar.
“I won’t say congratulations, cos there’s nothing worth happiness here,” she said with a shrug.
“At least, you can read the fuckin room.” Skylar snatched her cup of wine and drank it all.
“Back then at the business mixer, you said you wouldn’t drink anything from me, but you just did. Should I assume we grew closer?” Rosita smiled with her teeth.
“Whatever makes your clit wet.” Skylar shrugged back.
Rosita’s smile widened.
“By the way, whatever you’re planning with Jethro, be careful,” she suddenly said. “He’s been working with my mother for so long, and I know the inhumane things he does.”
“You know you’d make a good preacher, right?” Skylar blinked.
“Seriously, Sky.” Rosita frowned. “The only time we’ll get to see you now is when you come visit Dread House or during underground matches, so I have to make you understand who you’re actually up against.”
Skylar went silent.
“I wish you well, Baddie.” Rosita waved once and left.
Skylar was starting to look for another wine glass when someone else walked up to her.
Marisa smiled innocently.
“I see you’ve healed from the arrow wound and the belt bruises. It’s not good to see you at all.” Skylar turned away, but Marisa pulled her.
“See? My prediction came to pass! You actually married Jethro. You should have listened to me earlier and not pick a fight with me.”
Obsession glinted through her irises as she talked fast.
“I married him doesn’t mean you’re my mentor again. I still hate you!” Skylar pulled her wrist, but Marisa refused to let it go.
Skylar wanted to forcefully take it away, but someone else applied force too, pulling her away from Marisa.
She didn’t have to guess before detecting it was Jethro.
Jethro stood in front of her, blocking her from Marisa.
“Are you trying to assault my wife, Marisa Cesar?” Jethro questioned.
Still, Marisa tried to peek at Skylar behind Jethro.
Jethro’s staffs joined Jethro. They covered Skylar completely.
Marisa’s nails dug into her palm when she realized she couldn’t see her anymore. She smiled. “Don’t be ridiculous, Jethro Ortega, I came here to mother your wife since she’s my mini me, and you’re—”
“I. Am. Not. Your. Mini. Anything!” Skylar snarled from the back.
“Heard that?” Jethro glared. “She’s not allowed to be called anything other than Mrs. Ortega from now on, and that rule applies to you too, Marisa Cesar,” he warned clearly.
Then he turned around and took Skylar by her wrist.
Skylar broke free, but he took the wrist again, gritting as he took her towards Bellatrix who’s now with El Crow and the Enigmas.
Skylar’s eyes met with El Crow’s, and the four eyes glued without blinking.
They stared hypnotically.
“I still can’t believe the wedding happened.” Arturo laughed.
“Me too if you ask me.” Jethro laughed too, shaking hands with him.
“May we remain in-laws forever,” Arturo said.
“May we.” Jethro nodded. “And watch me take your team to places.”
That was followed by a collective scream from the Enigmas especially Kent and Lovato.
El Crow and Skylar were still staring so hard it’d have become suspicious to others if Skylar didn’t look away.
Bellatrix held El Crow’s arm.
“Time to go home, Bella,” Jethro smiled at his daughter.
They didn’t wait anymore. The newlyweds left the hall together, and everyone else began leaving too.
One by one, till it was only Marisa left in the middle of the hall.
She dragged a desk to the altar and sat on top of it, sighing wordlessly.
She got a notification on her phone, and her eyes turned interested when she saw it was updates from Britain.
Princess Charlotte.
The princess just dropped three new picture slides on her page.
Marisa didn’t even bother checking the pictures out. Since her account is an anonymous stalker account, she boldly typed a comment…
📤 The water in the palace feels unwelcoming when you bath, right?
Marisa turned off her phone afterwards. She jumped down from the table and swirled around once.
She was singing one of her haunting melodies, her voice beautiful like a siren’s as she stepped away.
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[Dread House]
Immediately Satan and Midnight and her daughters returned from the wedding at noon, preparations for the second tournament started.
It’ll determine their eligibility for the world’s championship league.
Now that Arturo and Jethro are in-laws, she can’t be too sure.
Seems she has to hold on to Marisa and leave Jethro for Arturo.
She stared at Darius’s bird in the cage for a shortwhile till Midnight entered the office suddenly.
“That day before Darius went hunting with El Crow, I could remember he told me they had a misunderstanding, and he was going hunting with him to settle it. What if they got to the woods and El Crow angrily killed him! We all know how fiery that bastard’s temper is!”
“And you’re just remembering this now?” Satan sighed.
“That’s right.” Roselle entered the office too, looking like the last bite of a cold bread. “You know I was like their mascot, and I was the closest to them. In fact, the day before the hunting, El Crow had a fight with Darius, and they threw punches.”
“What!” Satan frowned.
Roselle nodded.
Now that it was starting to look like El Crow would never be hers, she’d ruin him to the grounds.
—
Outside the house, Dreads were going for trainings in groups, and the process looked rowdy as everyone was trying to secure good spots.
Quincy and Renee were part of the last batch who weren’t rushing. They looked like they just finished eating.
“I shouldn’t have eaten the lasagna. Now it’s compulsory to train cos I’m sure I’ll be fighting at the second tournament,” she complained.
“You like food too much.” Quincy laughed at her.
“Cos I want my butt to grow heavier for you.” She pouted.
Quincy looked around to make sure no one was watching before spanking her ass soundly.
“Yes Daddy!” She twerked a little.
“You’re so spoilt.” He laughed again.
“I still can’t believe that mean bitch Skylar is now married. Feels like a dream.” She frowned.
“Tell me about it,” Quincy said. “Just hope she copes.”
“Quincy!” A voice they both know sounded from the park.
They turned around at once only to see their father coming out of a taxi.
“Dad?” Renee gasped.
“Dad!” Quincy blinked as the average looking man rushed to them.
True to Quincy’s words, they’re his replica. They look like his twins with same features and all.
“My job hunting took me here. Since I was yanked at the radio company, no one wants to employ this old man anymore.” He smiled at them.
“Are you good? What about mum?” Renee asked worriedly.
“She’s surviving at home with the allowances you both send monthly.” The man nodded.
“When we move to top tier, you won’t have to do job hunting anymore. Very soon,” Quincy assured.
“I see you’re taking good care of your sister.” The man hugged Renee.
“Of course he does. He pampers me like crazy….” She bit her lip, reminiscing about when he was f+king her mouth this morning.
Quincy smiled. “We aren’t allowed to take visitors inside the house. Let’s go talk at a coffee bay,” he offered.
The father didn’t argue.
He simply followed.
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[Enigma House]
The first place Bishop went after the wedding was a eatery. He got himself a takeout cos he was so hungry, and he took it back to the house.
He settled alone in the X Point and ate alone with his phone lying dormant beside him.
He’s hardly on his phone.
He ate slowly, intending to join the training lab rush after he’s done.
But he had barely eaten for two minutes when he dipped his hand in his pocket, bringing out a hairpin.
Same one he gave Lovato.
Same one that fell from her hair and shattered when she hugged Castle.
He had gathered the pieces that night and glued them back.
It had been in his pocket since then, and at times like this, he’d just stare at it like a regretting ghost.
He quickly tucked it back to his pocket when Lovato entered the hall.
“I just knew I smelled something good in here! Look at you hiding here and eating your good food alone!” She went loud as she rushed to him.
Without asking, she picked another spoon and began eating from his food. Bishop stopped eating and focused on looking at her.
“What?” She sounded. “Don’t be stingy. You don’t want me to eat with you? You should be glad expensive hands are eating with you!”
Immediately she said that, Bishop waved his hands over the table, pushing off every single meal.
He wasted them away.
“Oh my God!” Her eyes widened. “Bishop!”
He walked over the meal on the floor and left the hall.
—
Meanwhile, inside Blade’s room, it was heavily heated.
Rosita was naked in bed, waiting for penetration while Blade was with the light switch, turning them off.
It’s forbidden for Dreads and Enigmas to enter each other’s houses, but Rosita had to enter the house when most of the Enigmas were out in trainings. She wasn’t noticed.
She looked ready for the consequences as Blade stripped too and climbed with her.
She didn’t let him do the spreading herself. She spread her legs wide, and he gave her p+ssy a deep sucking kiss first, dragging his tongue over her slit before dragging his d+ck on it too.
“I missed you…” He whispered with short kisses all-over her hot face.
“Please… just take me…” She kissed him back, falling into bliss when he went inside her, fully.
“Mm-mm….”
—
Kent intended to go call Lovato for trainings together. They’ve always gone together whenever they weren’t going as a full squad.
He had his headphones on, doing a breakdance as he walked through the last floor corridor, shaking his head and body along with the beat.
“I feel like I’d have been a DJ or a dancer if I didn’t choose fighting,” she told himself as he went past Boss Arturo’s office, but he stopped.
Is Boss Arturo back?
If he’s back, he should have gathered them to address them about the second tournament already.
If he’s here and still hadn’t addressed them, that would mean he’s not ok.
Arturo never joked with weeks before the tournaments, especially second and last tournaments.
Is he already missing El Crow?
Kent smiled at that thought.
El Crow and Boss Arturo might argue and fight always, but everyone knows that Arturo loves his son dearly.
Kent decided to check on him, so he held the doorknob.
“Boss! Are you missing El already?” He laughed as he opened the door.
But what he saw inside made him pause. Like ten things happened to his system immediately.
Eyes popping. Mind breaking. Sweat forming. Heart racing, and several others he couldn’t name.
He was shaking as he tried to close the door and leave, but he was dragged inside forcefully.
His headphones fell by the door, and the door closed after.
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[Jethro’s House – Bella&El’s Bedroom]
The wedding celebration didn’t end at the hall. It continued at home with more of Jethro’s associates who came to gift and drink with him.
They only began leaving in the night, and that was when the couples could retire to their rooms.
Every room in this house was large. It wasn’t one of the biggest houses in this city, it was in fact the biggest house existing in this city.
El Crow knew he would never get used to the scent of Bellatrix.
It nearly choked him to death the moment he entered the room.
He had to enter the bathroom as an excuse, and while he was under the shower, he tried to regulate his mind.
Goal of this wedding: to find bold evidences against Jethro’s child trafficking and find the other kids that Eden talked about.
They must be trapped somewhere in this house. He’d have to manipulate Bellatrix for any information.
He inhaled, running his hands through his hair to his neck.
The emptiness he met on his neck made him almost cuss himself again.
He noticed his necklace was gone when he was bathing for the flight to New York last week, and he just knew he forgot it in the camping truck.
With the pressure he was under from his father, he couldn’t go back to get it. So he went to New York thinking it was safe inside the truck.
But when he went to check after his arrival, it was gone, and till now, he’s still searching for it.
It was too significant to lose. While counting important things to him, this necklace would be in top three.
He has to find it.
He was still bathing when his phone rang on the glass soap holder.
He had entered the bathroom with his phone, actually.
Before entering this house, he had a bug detector and protector installed on the phone because…
Jethro is a stupid bastard who’d do anything to monitor him. With the device protector on, he won’t be able to monitor his phone at least.
The incoming call is from his ARDEN executive, so he picked and stepped aside while the shower still ran.
“Speak.”
“I couldn’t track the exact day Skylar was brought to Dread House, but I suspect it’s one sunny day twenty-four years ago.”
“Expatiate,” El Crow responded.
“It was the day the blind cleaning woman came into Dread house. She came with a big square bag which was carried into the house by Dread Armies. If it was just her clothes in the bag, why would Dread Armies need to carry it?”
“Are you saying it was Skylaar in that bag that day?”
“I’m ninety percent sure. The blind woman worked at Jethro’s House before coming to Dread House, so I’m suspecting she brought Skylar from Jethro’s house,” the executive said.
El Crow nodded.
He’s in the right place. Everything kept leading to this Jethro man.
“But be careful, sir. If he’s really the Maddscientist who started the blood stuff like I suspect, then you should really, really be careful, cos legend says he’s not ordinary.”
“Are you talking supernatural?” El Crow’s brows arched.
“I can’t say more, sir. Just be careful.” The executive heaved.
The call ended.
El Crow offed the shower, dried himself and even dressed up before leaving the bathroom.
When he got back to the bedroom, Bellatrix was still where he left her.
She sat on the bed edge, legs down, looking brutally nervous.
Difference is that she was now out of her clothes. What remained on her body was her panty that had flower imprints and her strapless bra.
She looked ready to be made love to, and immediately El Crow entered, she lifted her legs from the floor and climbed the bed completely, expecting him to climb with her.
El Crow dried his hair and decided to go outside for cookies, but immediately he started going for the door, Bellatrix rushed down the bed.
“El!” She panted nervously. “Where are you going?”
He turned smoothly.
“I need cookies. Is cookies forbidden in this house?”
“But it’s our wedding night.” She came closer. “You haven’t even given me a kiss, and you wouldn’t look at me. You wouldn’t even touch me.”
“Did you forget that the dating part plus this wedding are all fake?” He glared. “Do you have Alzheimer’s? Why the fuck would I fuck you? When your scent alone irks me?”
“Wh…what?” She sounded broken instantly. “But you…you gave me your necklace in the truck…”
His eyes widened.
“My necklace is with you?”
“I … I lost it now,” she stuttered. “But I promise to get it back and—”
“Yes, that’s what you’re going to do. Get it back before the end of tommorow, or you won’t like the aftereffects.” He cut in sensitively and opened the door.
Before he could step out, she hugged him tightly from behind.
“I thought I’d be able to stand it if we remained fake, but now it’s already a nightmare. I’ll make my vows too and make you my God just like you vowed. Please, love me back even if it’s a little. I love you a lot and—”
El Crow shrugged her off. He didn’t give an answer before leaving.
Bellatrix backed the door, crying slowly and wiping at the same time.
—
[Skylar’s Room]
There’s no conjunction here.
Skylar refused to share a room with Jethro, so she got her room.
Though, his room was right beside hers. She liked it like that.
She just finished having her night shower. Now she sat in front of her mirror, staring at herself.
This house is huge and wealthy and flashy and sophisticatedly designed and all. And this room is richly set. Her closet could rival a president wife’s with the insane collections all in her taste, but who cares?
She wants her real family and name, not this vainglory.
She looked in the mirror again. When her eyes caught her red fox birthmark between her cleavage, she quickly pulled up her top to cover it.
For some reasons, she doesn’t like letting the birthmark show.
‘You’ll not die before 25, Skylar’ she confidently told herself.
She’s in this house to look for solution, and she’ll get it.
Damn. This is the time a good eater would be needed.
If she was in Dread House, she’d have ordered for one right now. Though, none could make her cum, but at least they could play with her clit.
Eat is eat.
And the fact that cocaineboy is under this same roof with her is just funny.
She didn’t see this coming at all.
Him and Cinderella married?
She hissed out, but then the mere thought of him made her pussy throb a little…so little, but she felt it.
It wasn’t ignorable.
Her flashbacks took her to when she was touching him, and she quickly got up from her chair.
“Damn…no…” She scolded herself.
Jethro came in without knowing, and she got thankful that her body is covered by bum shorts and a top.
“Glad to see you’re settling in good.” He stayed behind her.
“If this is what settling in good looks like to you, then you’re crazy!” She snarled with a hiss.
Jethro made himself comfortable on her bed, looking up at her with a grin that looked like a warning.
“You have no idea how much more I’m liking you, Love. The more you show me this brutally blunt cold side, the more I want you.”
“And you have no idea how much more I’m hating you. The more you show me this worn-out face of yours, the more I retch!” She spat.
“If you really dream of finding your families with my help.” Jethro stood. “You better learn manners.”
He went for the door.
“Sleep good and relax this week. It’s your free week, but next week, you’re moving into my room weather you like it or not, and you’ll start performing your wifey duties, nightly. I’ll introduce my room walls to your moans, Love,” he said before closing the door after himself.
Skylar threw a comb at the door.
“Scum!”
With another hiss, she entered her walk-in closet to find something more comfortable to wear.
This top was prickling her.
She opened the tops glass, and just as she picked out a top, the closet door opened again. El Crow entered.
“Of course today’s gloominess wouldn’t complete without you shoving your face around.” She rolled eyes. “I know Eden isn’t dead, so wherever you’re keeping her, send my regards. Also, if you notice, there are cameras everywhere so I really don’t know why you’re here.”
El Crow rested on the tall shoe rack, folding his arms on his chest. “Your bitchiness just has no cure, does it?”
“If it gets a cure, how will I remain Skylar the cumslut?” She shrugged, looking up at the cameras.
“I altered the cameras for five minutes,” he informed.
“Ou!” She chuckled without humour. “You know hacking? Of course you know everything existing!” She gave him a grainy glare and a lip curl.
“I need to tell you someth—”
Before El Crow could finish his sentence, she took off her prickly top without minding his presence.
Since she wasn’t a everyday bra person, her breasts bounced out.
Round. Perky. Moderate with sexily pierced pink nipples that had small shinny rings attached to them.
Like that, she walked closer, and with every step, those two perfections spiralled, bouncing.
“Since you claimed Marisa’s presence made you lose, I’ll be fair and fufil my deal too. I said I’d show you the pierced place on my body, and here’s it. Look all you want.”
She stood right in front of him, matching his height again.
El Crow’s mouth closed back, and his throat itched him for wetness.
His eyes forgot there was something called STOP. He couldn’t stop.
His sight didn’t leave her chest. His eyes didn’t shake even once.
Skylar worsened the case by bringing her hands to her chest, squeezing the two temptingly soft fleshes.
“Fuck….” El Crow shut his eyes.
When he opened them back, she was still squeezing with a insidious smirk painted on her wetly glossed lips.
He erased the space between them when he stepped close, inhaling her unconsciously before looking piercingly into her brown eyes.
His voice was rigid, raspy, needy, and lacking control as he talked.
“Can i suck them?….Just the tip….”
TBC.
