Chapter 21: Giving in to him

Nyx's p.o.v

“How much I will like to crawl into your bed and fuck that pussy everyone vouches it's still unchristened,”

That was the only thought that kept ringing in my head. Him crawling into my bed. What if Pa Paul actually does that, he's a powerful strong man. Old age got nothing if he decides to follow through.

Fear seeped into me as the hours progressed, sleep was a foreign feeling. And so without thinking I headed out to the only other person in this house.

Where's my shame? For God sake I told the man to stay away from me.

Now I'm going to him.

I knocked countless times and got no response, then I twisted the knob and got in. The room's empty but I heard his footsteps earlier. Then I heard the sound of water hitting the ground.

Oh thank God, he's bathing.

I took a sign of relief,

Then I heard it.

It was soft but masculine.

A groan.

I frowned, wondering if I heard correctly but he let out another one. Followed by another and another, each one harsher than the last.

Then I heard my name. It was whispered but I heard it.

Jesus.

What was he doing?

And why did my name fall out to his mouth in such an erotic tone.

I feel my core throb at the thought. Was he touching himself while thinking about me? Or is there another woman in there with him?

That thought was my drive as I tiptoed to the door, opening and just as I was about to slip out. He called my name.

My eyes landed on his bare chest, filled with marks, tiny tattoos spread over but the marks were evident like he fought with many people.

A few minutes later I was on his bed,my heart racing so fast I feared I might develop a heart attack. I heard him shuffling from the closet, obviously putting something on. Then I felt the bed dip.

The bed’s large,it's Ethan's room, also previously owned by Mom. Now Travis'. I was facing the wall, my back to him. I couldn't look him in the eye. I had dismissed him but marched right back into his arms.

Silence. Only our breathing could be heard. He turned off the light and laid down. I tried to steady my breathing to look like I've slept but I guess it didn't work because.

“Where's Olivia and Kent?” His hoarse voice rang beside me. Warmth filled my heart.

“They said they were travelling for two days.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes,”

“They didn't take you,” it wasn't a statement but it also sounded like a question I answered.

“Yes,”

“Why?”

“No reason.”

Silence again.

But I felt the tension radiating off of him.

“Why are you scared little cat,” he spoke once again.

I debated telling him. That my teen abuser threatened to crawl into my bed and finish off what he started years ago.

I imagined Travis beating him up and telling him off but I knew that wouldn't go unpunished Pa Paul would retaliate.

We can only get rid of him if he's dead but Travis isn't capable of murder I'm sure of it and so am I. So the only option is to stay away.

But he has golden information…my Father. He knows who he is.

I've always wanted my own person. Just like the way Mom and Kent are. I knew I would be closer to my Dad as well and he would make me his priority.

Ethan was a good man but that's it.

“Little cat,” Travis called, jolting me out of my thoughts.

“Umm…I…monsters.” I lied. “I dreamt of monsters crawling into my bed and forcing their way on me.” It wasn't much of a lie though.

I heard shuffling from the other side of the bed. “Look at me.” He commanded.

Slowly I turned to him, there was still space between us. And I could not really see much of him except his eyes. Which reminded me of that night.

“Come closer Nyx,” he said.

Oh God, he's just talking about why the heck is my pussy responding.

I shuffled closer only halting as I felt his heat on my body. The scent of alcohol fanned my face. We were only one inch apart now. His hand darted out and dragged me into his body, now my head was on his chest and his hand on my back.

My heart giving me warning it was going to explode.

“I would slay any monster who even thinks of touching what I claimed, not to mention forcing its way into it.”

Shit. Could he sound hotter than this.

Wait, he just threatened to kill and I found it hot.

In defense it was just word of the mouth. He would never kill.

“You claimed me?”

“From the moment your virgin pussy bled for me.” He mumbled, igniting fire on the said pussy.

I needed to apply friction in there, fast before it would actually catch fire.

So I shifted out of his hold,now looking up, my back placed firmly on the bed,I pressed my legs together, rubbing like a dog in heat.

“Am I making you uncomfortable baby?” Of course he noticed a shift. Thank God it's dark. “I remember you telling me to stay away.”

Baby

“No.” I said curtly.

“Then am I making you wet,” A blunt motherf… through and through.

I couldn't say the truth, it's a huge contrast to me admitting I regret having sex with him.

“Travis,”

“Uhumm…”

“Are you drunk?”

“Just a little.”

A good way to divert his question.

Except it isn't.

“Are you wet little cat?” he breathed harshly. “Because I'm hard for you” I sucked in a breath.

“No.”

He chuckled. “Is that a lie?” I felt the ghost of his hand on my thigh before it even landed, he slowly massaged. My breath ceased for a moment.

His hand curled up dangerously to my bare pussy. I couldn't let him. This is over. It's forbidden. So I tried again.

“Did you moan my name in the bathroom?” I asked half expecting an answer.

“Uhumm.” His hand is still moving.

“What were you doing?” That seemed to have sparked his interest as he withdrew his hand and laid on his back. Our sides pressing against themselves.

“Do you want me to show you.”

Without thinking, I muttered a yes. Anything to stop him from reach

ing for my pussy because I can't stop. I know that for sure.

He flicked on the light from his bedside.

I was confused… why did he turn on the light.