Mateo let out a heavy sigh, lowering the knife so it grazed along the length of my throat before he dropped it to his side.
“Go to him then.” He stepped aside. “I’ll be here when he disappoints you, chica loca. Because what you think lives in him is an illusion draped in a lie.”
I tiptoed up to kiss Mateo’s cheek, quietly denying his words before heading to the stairs and jogging up them. I was wearing my comfys, a pair of baggy white sweatpants with stars on the ass along with a tank top that had a skeleton on it with its middle finger up.
I crept up the stairs and crossed the little walkway which looked back down into the lounge before making it to Niall’s room, pushing the door open quietly, the darkness thick inside.
I peered into the gloom as a low groan sounded within the space and I spotted him on the bed, his pants unbuckled and his huge cock gripped in his hand as he pumped it hard. My lips parted and my pussy throbbed as I stood there, watching his big hand work the length of his spectacular dick. His thumb grazed over the top of it again and again and I just caught a glimpse of silver there as he rubbed it.
I’d been thinking about the way his dick had been decorated a whole lot since he’d shown it to me, wondering what that little silver ball would feel like if it brushed against my fingertips, my tongue and a whole lot of more interesting places besides, and it looked like he was enjoying the feeling of it a hell of a lot himself.
My breaths came heavier, the urge to go in there and take his cock from his hand rising in me like a monster with her own desires. I swear I could feel every stroke of his hand inside my pussy and I ached as a low noise rumbled through Niall’s chest, biting down on my bottom lip to hold back my own moan and keep myself hidden in the shadows.
He grabbed something from beside him as his hips thrust forward and his hand movements got more frantic, and I realised it was a pair of my panties. I watched in awe as he wrapped them around the head of his cock and groaned as he came into them, mopping up his cum with the little thong before laying there panting on the bed.
He shoved to his feet suddenly and I darted to the side of the door, pressing my back to it a second before he stepped past it and headed into his en suite, somehow not noticing me where I lurked. I’d managed to evade being caught and I had to put it down to the sneaking training he’d given me before. I’d had to try and stick a post-it to his back without him noticing me do it and it had taken me weeks and weeks before I’d finally managed it.
I stepped into his room, switching the light on and trying to slow my wild heartbeat as I stared at the spot on the bed where I’d watched him pleasure himself. My mouth was dry and my throat tight, the idea of his cock inside me going round and round in my mind like it was on a carousel, carnival music starting up in the back of my brain.
I could taste cotton candy on my tongue as I spun round and round on a little horse in my head, but then the ride came to a jolting halt and the angry ride man told me to get off. Because I wasn’t who Niall wanted. He’d proven that when he’d used my underwear to clean himself up, like a rag that had no meaning to him at all. Maybe I was just a rag holder to him, and my clothes were fair game for scrubbing himself. I clutched the clothes on my body in alarm at that, not wanting them to be used as scrubby rags. I’d fight for them until I was bloody and bruised and—
Niall stepped back into the room and I whipped around, praying he couldn’t see the truth of what I’d just witnessed written all over my face. I should have walked away, I shouldn’t have just stood there and stared like a duck hit by a loaf of bread.
He pushed the door shut behind him and I swear a vacuum sucked all the oxygen out of the room, leaving me gasping like a fish dragged onto land and left there to flap its little fins.
“What are you doing here, Spider?” he demanded, his hand snapping out to turn the light back off.
The darkness was immediate and drowning, and it had nothing to do with the bulb going out. It was him, all him. It was terrifying and exhilarating, the danger so potent I could feel it crawling down my spine.
“Why did you call last night?” I asked, the question having been driving me to crazy town and back again all night long. He hadn’t really said much at all, and phones were for speaking and saying stuff, so why had he not done those things? Had he misdialled, gotten confused? Or had he meant to say something but then I’d rambled on about my Betty Boops for so long that he’d gotten bored and hung up?
“Because I knew your voice would stop me goin’ on a killing spree and fucking up everything,” he said, but his face flickered with regret like he wished he hadn’t said it. Or maybe like he was sad he hadn’t gotten to go killing.
“Why would my voice do that?” I asked as my nose wrinkled in confusion.
“It don’t matter,” he growled, striding past me and yanking his shirt off as he went. He kept stripping until he was down to his boxers and I was drinking in every tattoo and scar on his muscular body, then he whipped the covers back and got into bed.
My heart did a twisty thing as I backed up to the door, guessing he wanted his sleep time to dream about his bride’s milky mangoes.
My back hit the door and I fumbled for the handle, still staring at him through the gloom as hurt struck a match against the inside of my ribs and set my whole chest on fire.
“Do you love her?” I asked, the words coming out of my voice box like a tiny ant had put them on his back and carried them out for me. Because I definitely hadn’t meant to say that, but my tongue was on puppet strings and the treacherous ant was in control.
“She’s my duty,” he growled.
“You can still enjoy fucking your duty,” I whispered, the accusation right there for all the room to hear. The lamp was definitely leaning closer to listen to what Niall had to say and the pillows’ ears were pricking up as he shifted onto them, rolling in my direction to face me.
He pushed the covers back beside him, patting the empty space there.
“I don’t much like talking when the dark days come, love. If you wanna stay, then you’ll stay in my bed beside me. Otherwise, go and don’t step a foot inside this room again until I find my way back outa this abyss and come for you.” His voice was a dominion in itself, ruled by a heartless king who sat upon a throne of death and madness. It should have made me want to run, to flee his kingdom to the safety of another land, but instead I was drawn deeper into this man’s power and I found myself walking towards him.
I dropped my sweatpants, kicking them away from me so I was just in my panties and tank top, and he held my eye as I unclipped my bra, shimmied the straps off of my arms and yanked it out from under my top. I tossed it away and climbed into bed, his hands seizing me the moment I got close. And I was his captor in an instant, drawn into the heat of his chest, the beast who housed his body binding me in chains and promising me a bloody end if I tried to escape.
My body went slack so I moulded easily against the hard muscles of his chest, hooking my leg over his and sliding my arms around his neck. He stiffened like he’d expected me to fight, but I was content in the company of monsters, especially those who inhabited this house.
I nuzzled against his stubble and his heart drummed furiously in response, our lips nearly brushing as I coiled up with this huge man and he folded himself around me like his body was turning into a cage.