Deceit (Gallows Hill Book 1), page 30
I nod, hating that Skyla has revealed that side of herself to him already. He sees her as a threat. Not outright, but a potential wild card which is almost worse.
“Whatever Henry did seems to have stuck, she’s extremely obedient once you break her down a little. Like a wild mustang,” I compare, my stomach turning at the bullshit comment.
My father barks out a laugh.
“Aren’t they all.”
“I’ve been wanting to ask, why are we moving up the ceremony? I can make my assumptions, but why hold off on the actual wedding itself? Isn’t the ceremony usually held in conjunction with the wedding?”
The phone goes silent. It extends for so long I almost think we lost connection when he speaks. There’s no humor in his voice, no emotion. Just careful calculation.
“Because, I deemed it so.”
I struggle to come up with just the right response when he continues.
“Who the hell do you think you are? If I tell you to slit that girl’s pretty little neck in the middle of the courtyard, you’ll do it with a goddamn smile on your face!” he snarls. “I am your king! I am your god! If I command it, it is done. End of discussion.”
“Of course, father,” I concede quickly, doing my best to de-escalate the situation. “My apologies. I was merely curious.”
“It is not your job to be curious,” he continues. “Your job is to keep things in order at the university, staff and students included. Your job is to keep yourself and your fiancée out of trouble. Your job is to do as you’re fucking told! I’m gifting you a virgin bride, one of the finest you could ever dream of, before your actual wedding. All that should be coming out of your ungrateful mouth is ‘Thank you’.”
I hold my tongue, waiting for him to finish his tirade before he blows out a ragged breath.
“I thought I raised you better than this. Maybe I’ve given you too much power too soon. Maybe this is too great of a reward.”
“I apologize, father. I know, you only have myself and the Brethren’s best interests in mind.”
“Hmm,” he hums, like he isn’t sure if I’m bullshitting him or not.
Honestly, maybe it works fifty percent of the time because I think I’m getting better at it.
“Thank you,” I add on. “For Skyla. She really is better than I could have imagined.”
Shit. I definitely shouldn’t have included that last piece.
“Is she now?” my father asks, interest officially piqued.
Fuck.
“Yes, she is,” I say smoothly, despite my racing heart. “She’s stunning and has been quite cooperative as I establish the rules and protocols of our future relationship.”
He pauses like he doesn’t quite believe me but lets it slide.
“Well, that is certainly good to hear. I will pass on the good news to Henry as well. Talk soon,” he says, before abruptly hanging up.
I hold the phone in my hand for a moment or two, re-thinking every word that I said. I meant every one about her, the nice ones, at least. Something in my gut tells me that was the wrong move with my father.
As I begin pacing the room, I’m filled with more conflict, more panic, more frustration than I’ve felt in a long time. The only thing I can bring myself to focus on currently, is getting Hutchinson to hurry the fuck up with those fingerprints.
Chapter Forty Two
Skyla
Soft lips rouse me awake, beginning at my inner thigh before peppering my pussy. I feel the lips brush against the lacy material and realize that I’m naked. Or at least my pants are gone. Blinking my eyes open, I look down to see Liam with his face pressed against me, assaulting my skin with a smattering of kisses, as his pretty green eyes come up to mine.
“Sleep well, babygirl?”
“Mhmm,” I hum before chuckling. “What exactly do you think you’re doing?” I ask.
“Giving you the best wakeup call ever,” he smirks with a wink, before he continues.
“We told him not to,” Ronan defends from my side, startling me for a moment.
Oh my god. I forgot I fell asleep between all three of them. No wonder I’m so freaking hot. Glancing to my left, I see Vincent watching me, his eyes intent and focused as he brushes some hair out of my face.
“You’ve had a hard day. Is this what you want? Or do you need some space?”
Liam pauses, waiting for my response. I reach one hand out, threading it in Liam’s hair before forcing his head back down. He goes happily, pulling my panties to the side as he begins pressing soft kisses up and down my slit.
“I want you,” I say to Vincent before turning to face Ronan. “All of you.”
Ronan and Vincent share a look over my head before both glancing down to me. I hear a rip and look down to see that Liam has ripped my panties, pushing the useless scraps to the side as he settles himself further between my legs.
“That’s more like it,” he says, before his tongue glides through my pussy.
The move takes my breath away and before I can catch it, Ronan is there.He presses his lips to mine, placing a hand on my hip as his tongue gently strokes against my own. In the next moment, I feel a hand at my jaw, pulling me away from him and towards another waiting mouth.
Vincent’s kiss is much harsher than Ronan’s. Where Ronan’s makes me feel safe and cherished, Vincent’s makes me feel like I’m his obsession, like I’m treasured. He treats me like I’m the most precious thing in the world, and he doesn’t know if he wants to keep me safe or break all my pieces apart just so he can memorize each individual fragment.
As Vincent deepens the kiss, Ronan begins placing kisses against my shoulder, running up and down my neck as he starts to grind his cock against my ass. Liam’s tongue meanwhile, is swirling around my clit, forcing me to gasp and whimper into Vincent’s mouth.
If I thought it was intense being with Liam and Ronan at the same time, having all three of them like this is practically mind blowing. I don’t know where to focus, where I should allow myself to feel the most pleasure. So, I turn my brain off and simply feel. I alternate between kissing Ronan and Vincent, while running my fingers through Liam’s hair as I grind my hips against his face.
Before I can stop myself, I feel that familiar pressure building in my lower belly and before I know it I’m coming– hard. Screaming against Ronan’s lips, he silences me with his hand, as Liam continues feasting on me like he never wants to stop. It’s intoxicating, erotic and I only want more.
When my orgasm has eased, Liam pops up from his place between my legs, his lips glistening with my release before he crawls over my body pulling me in for a kiss. My taste is the first thing I notice and on him, it’s so fucking delicious. My tongue chases him down for more of it, and we fall into a messy heap of tangled hands and mouths. I don’t know who I’m kissing or touching at any given moment. All I know is this right here, feels like the closest thing to heaven.
A cock is pushed into my face, and I take it in my mouth happily hearing the deep guttural groan of Ronan as I do. Looking to my left I see Liam laying where I was, stroking his pierced cock. I move from Ronan to Liam, taking him into my mouth as well. He winds his fist into my hair and uses that leverage to face fuck me, much like he did in the empty classroom the other day.
I gag and choke on him. I take him to the back of my throat before releasing him, forcing a whiney moan to slip past his lips as I come to Vincent. His eyes are pitch black with lust, and he wastes no time shoving me down onto his cock. I can’t help but moan at the ferocity of his thrusts, when I start to feel a mouth trailing down my ass cheeks. Though my shirt is still on, my bottom half is completely bare, as I’m practically bent over Liam in an effort to reach Vincent. He doesn’t seem to mind though as he positions himself right behind me, his tongue licking from my pussy to my ass.
Suddenly the sensation is ripped away, and the bed bounces as I look back to see Ronan shove Liam out of the way before taking his spot.
“Greedy fucking bastard,” Ronan grumbles, before spearing me with his tongue.
I gasp at the way his tongue feels so different inside of me than Liam’s, and I arch my back to give him better access. Ronan’s hands come to my hips as I continue taking Vincent into my mouth, his encouraging thrusts only egging me on to make him come, and hard.
My eyes flick to the side to see Liam standing in front of us, stroking his cock quickly. Guilt flickers inside of me that I can’t touch him in this position, but he just smiles and shakes his head like he can read my mind.
“Don’t you fucking feel sorry for me. I’m trying everything I can to not blow my load at the sight of you right now. You’re so goddamn perfect,” he groans as he jerks his hips. “I can’t wait for us to take you the way you deserve. One for each hole. How does that sound, boys?” he asks, earning approving groans from Ronan and Vincent as I smile around Vincent’s cock.
“Go ahead, baby. Make Griggs come. You’ve got a fucking line,” he smirks, like the cheeky asshole he is.
I take Vincent deeper than before and I reach a hand up to cup his balls.
“Fuck yes,” he hisses as I begin massaging them, while he takes control of his thrusts.
“That’s it, babygirl. He loves that. Swirl your tongue around his head,” Liam encourages.
I do as he says and Vincent groans in approval.
“You’re welcome,” Liam smirks.
I roll my eyes at him before I continue, flicking my tongue against his head once more when Ronan’s tongue hits me in just the right spot, sending my second orgasm crashing into me like a tidal wave. I squirm and moan which seems to be the push Vincent needs, because his orgasm comes out of nowhere. His cum pours down my throat as he pushes himself deeper. I gag around him and do my best to swallow every drop, but he just keeps coming. He rips away with a savage growl before tapping my cheek.
“Swallow it all like a good girl.”
I do as he says, swallowing what was left in my mouth, causing pride to shine in his eyes as he crawls out from beneath me and moves to the other side of the room. We all switch positions, Ronan coming to stand beside Liam as they both stroke their cocks.
Moving back and forth between the two of them, I take turns sucking their cocks. As I’m sucking on Ronan, Liam lets a string of curse words out before grabbing my hair and ripping me over to him.
“C’mere, my pretty little cum slut,” he says, before shoving himself into me and coming down my throat.
I run my tongue along his piercings and he moans, cursing out his release before he slowly eases back. There is a relaxed smile on his face when my chin is pinched and I’m pulled back over to Ronan.
“Open your mouth,” he grits between clenched teeth.
I just barely open in time before he’s shooting his cum into my mouth. It doesn’t go as deep as Liam or Vincent, instead coating my tongue with his release as he jerks off into my mouth. His movements slow and he lets out a heavy breath before a smile emerges.
“Goddamnit, you are so fucking perfect, baby.”
“Isn’t she?” Liam smiles. “So perfect for us.”
“Agreed,” Vincent says from his relaxed position on the couch, what can be considered a Vincent version of a smirk on his face, as I look around at my guys with a shy smile.
“Aw c’mon, babygirl. You can’t act that shy when you just took three cocks in your mouth, back to back,” Liam smirks.
Ronan smacks the back of his head and scolds him.
“You’re embarrassing her.”
“I’m not trying to! It was a compliment,” Liam defends, with tossed out arms and that has me chuckling.
All three of them seem to soften when I do, each holding an adoring look for me in their eyes. Wow. I’m totally in love with all three of them.
Chapter Forty Three
Vincent
It’s officially October, and I fucking hate it. I don’t think I’ve ever hated a month so much in my life, but this one? This one can burn in fucking hell. It's the time of the year, when every annoying as fuck tourist comes to Salem, trying to see or do what, I don’t really know. The streets are crowded, businesses jack up their prices and stupid as fuck events and carnivals go on every goddamn weekend.
I think the worst part about this October though, is what will come at the end of the month. Skyla doesn’t know the extent of what will happen. Truthfully, none of us know except for Ronan. Despite all of our threats, he hasn’t revealed what the ceremony will consist of. He said that if he revealed the secrets before the day of, he could risk banishment, but he said it was not good for any of us. So obviously, I’ve been freaking the fuck out. And how do I deal with freaking out? Bloodshed of course.
I’m currently sitting on top of some stinky piece of shit, that tried to steal millions from one of the Brethren’s investment businesses. Real estate or stock market, shit? I don’t really know, and I don’t really care. When I got the mark, I was more than happy to relieve a little anxiety. It’s just this poor fucker’s fault that he is the one paying the price.
The text said freestyle, which means I get to kill him however the fuck I want. If I make too much of a mess I’ll call in a cleanup crew. Looking around at his blood soaked office, I’d say a cleanup crew will definitely be necessary. He’s stuck to the floor, two twelve inch rods impaling each thigh and effectively nailing him to the ground. It only took two swings from my sledgehammer on both to get him nice and locked down to the ground.
This is the side of me that few have seen. Many speculate, but only a handful have ever witnessed it, and those that have usually aren’t around to tell the tale. It’s a side I’m desperate to hide from my Siren. I’m not sure she’d ever look at me the same. If she couldn’t look at me, couldn’t love me? Fuck bloodshed. I’d kill every motherfucker on this earth including her before ending myself. Without her, I’m fucking nothing. I’m barely even anything with her. So, I have to keep this part of me hidden, private, tucked away for the right moment.
I don’t want to say that I enjoy taking lives, that would make me a psychopath. On second thought, maybe I am one actually because I really do enjoy it. Only to those that deserve it. Only to those that the world is better off without.
This piece of shit? The one who hits his wife, ignores his children and steals from one of the most well-known and feared secret societies in the country. Yeah, no one is going to lose a wink of sleep over him.
Tired of dragging this out, I settle for a simple beheading. Reaching for the hatchet I always bring with me in my bag of goodies, I lift it up. He squirms beneath me, fear in his eyes as I allow gravity to do a majority of the work, slicing straight through his fatty flesh before the loose head flops to the side.
Standing up, I reach for the expensive handkerchief in his pocket. I wipe away the blood splattered across my face before tossing the cloth back onto his now decapitated body. Stripping off my gloves, I pull out my phone and shoot off a quick text requesting a cleanup crew with very vague details.
Once I get the confirmation, I’m free to leave. I strip off all of my clothes and shoes, leaving them beside the body for disposal before changing into the new shirt, pants and shoes that I brought with me.
A quick run of a comb through my tousled black hair and I’m good to go. I’m on my way home for the night when my phone buzzes in my pocket. I smash the elevator button, stepping inside as it takes me down to the parking garage.
Siren: Up for a late night swim?
My heart clenches just from her name on my screen, let alone her wanting to see me.
Me: I’ll be there in ten.
I know damn well it’s at least a twenty minute drive back to Gallows Hill, but see if that stops me from getting to my girl. When I step out of the elevator I make my way over to my bike, tossing my leg over the blacked out beast before firing it up. Slipping on the helmet, I kick it into gear and take off, zipping in and out of traffic as I leave the city and head back to Salem.
We’ve still been taking shifts watching over Skyla, her stalker is still very much out there. Just because he hasn’t made a move since the day with the pictures, means nothing to me. The others slowly seem to be letting their guards down again, but I won’t make that mistake twice. It’s infuriating that Asher wasn’t able to pull any fingerprints from the letter. He used Hutchinson to run it which I think was his first mistake. If you want something done right, you do it yourself.
Fingerprints are such a long shot a majority of the time. Someone like this is careful, calculated and smart as hell. They’d know better when writing and delivering these letters. They’d wear fresh gloves and come and go at times and places when there is no surveillance. I’ve installed some cameras in the hallway outside Skyla’s door but besides that, I have no idea what to do except wait for the piece of shit to fuck up. And when he does, I’ll skin him alive like the worthless worm deserves.
I get there in nine minutes, which even I’m impressed by. Parking right outside the pool building, I toss my helmet onto the handlebar and head inside, intent on getting to my Siren as fast as possible.
When I get there she’s already doing laps, though she’s clearly going at a leisurely pace. Her body glides through the water like it was born to do so, and when she flips around to go the other way I notice she’s not wearing a normal swimsuit. No, she’s wearing a red and white polka dot bikini that her tits are practically spilling out of.
Jesus.
As she makes her way back towards my side of the pool I move to the edge, crouching down and waiting for her. When she reaches the edge and goes to turn around, I stop her, gripping her throat and lifting her several feet out of the water.
She gasps at the action before I crush my lips against hers, desperate to taste her. I’ve been fucking itching to touch her again and I only said goodbye to her not four hours ago. I’m so fucking in love with this girl, and I don’t give a damn. She makes this shitty life worth living, makes my formerly worthless heart beat for the first time in years, just for her.
