Chapter 4 Her innocence drives me nuts

Travis' p.o.v

Orders. Running away from shadows.

That's what led me to the cold city of Buffalo, New York. Quite famous for my passion, self control and most importantly focus. But all that got thrown into the wind when I peeked into that door. In search of the master's bedroom.

I should have left, close the door when I saw the scene unfolding in the incredibly dark room, only lit up by the iPad's screen.

But curiosity or rather amusement won.

Quietly,I shut the door behind me, leaned on the wall and began to watch the girl whose left hand was positioned between her thigh as she tried to find pleasure.

I need no soothsayer to tell me she wasn't experienced and as I smirked, enjoying the effortless display pan out. I almost rolled my eyes in dissatisfaction when she gave up frustratingly.

I hadn't seen her face clearly but the light from the screen gave me a clear outlook. Thick wild blond curls, sharp dark eyes which I found to be brown just this evening. Perfect size perky tits.

I should have left after she stopped but it was like an invisible force, pushing me to want to make her experience pleasure. The one she's so desperate to want that she's on a pornsite.

Fuck. How she doesn't speak unless spoken to. Can barely hold a gaze. Fuck me, the way she bits her lips. So innocent yet so erotic.

I shook my head to rid my head of that thought because it was only making my dick hard as stone. I ran my hand across my hair in frustration. It's just day two and I'm already deviating.

I marched out of the master's bedroom, I had sent Olivia out of it earlier today. She has offered to share the bed with me but one glare was enough to send her off. That woman seem to be a pain in my ass.

How did Ethan cope?

I also evicted Kent from his room on this floor.

Assigning him and Olivia’s room on the last floor. Now this floor was for just me and her.

Why I did this? I had no fucking idea.

I stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind me with a quiet click. The silence pressed against me until I couldn’t stand it anymore. I needed a drink something to drown out the ache building inside my chest.

My footsteps echoed lightly along the hallway as I made my way toward the small bar at the corner of the floor. I poured a generous amount of bourbon into a glass, watching the amber liquid catch the dim light. I hadn’t even lifted it to my lips when a sound stopped me.

A voice. Soft. Shaky. Two doors down.

Her room.

I frowned, setting the glass down on the nearest table, then followed the sound until I was right outside her door. The voice grew clearer, breaking on every other word.

She was talking to someone. No…praying.

“…forgive me, please… I didn’t mean to let it happen. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. My body betrayed me.”

The quiet confession sliced through the hallway, and something in me shifted.

“I almost committed a taboo,dear Lord I didn't know. I promise you, now that I know, I wouldn't dare.”

Wait…is she praying about me.

I pressed my palm to the doorframe, listening as she went on, her voice trembling like she was holding herself together by a thread.

“I swear it won’t happen again. I won’t let it. Please, forgive me.”

For a long moment, I just stood there, staring at the grain of the wood, the faint vibration of her voice humming against it. A bitter smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. She wasn’t praying for me. She was praying against me.

Every promise she made only pulled the darker part of me closer to the surface the part that didn’t like losing control, the part that didn’t like being resisted. The part that had a knack for breaking promises.

When her voice finally went silent, I realized my hand had drifted to the doorknob. The drink I’d wanted was long forgotten.

The knob turned slightly beneath my fingers. Locked.

A small pause. Then, from the other side of the door, her voice came again, fragile but alert. “Who’s there?”

I exhaled slowly, my voice low and even. “Travis.”

I heard her light gasp.

The latch clicked, and the door opened a few inches. Her brown eyes met mine wide, uncertain, caught between fear and confusion.

I didn't wait for her to invite me in as I pushed the door open and walked in. She didn't push against me but from the way she chewed tightly at her lips, she wasn't pleased.

I waited.

For a fight, a warning to never enter her room like that but nothing came.

Too innocent to even bite back.

I looked around the room, still dark, just like last night, but unlike last night there was no iPad screen to illuminate a little part of the room.

She was still standing by the now half opened door, like she's scared. She was on a silk nightdress. The light from the hallway gave me illumination. Her nipples poked through the dress,thick and evident. My mouth watered. What would it taste like?

I swallowed hard.

“Do you need anything Travis?” She asked as the silence stretched for too long. I took two short sudden strides towards her and she gasped in shock, slamming the door shut in the process as she pressed herself against the door.

I leaned towards her, the smell of her shampoo wafted into my nose. Vanilla. Mango. The two scents battling to take control.

I shut my eyes, drowning in the scent.

“Are you praying against me little cat,” my body pressed against hers I felt her shiver as my breath fanned her neck.

She shook her head and something in me snapped as I grabbed her jaw,I reached into my pocket, pulled out my phone and without looking away I turned on the flash light.

I squeezed hard but not enough to leave a scar. “Are you lying to me?” I felt her struggle to swallow. I raised the light to her face.

Her breath hitched as the light caught her face, revealing the faint flush on her cheeks.

“Look at me,” I said quietly. She hesitated, then lifted those wide brown eyes. There it was again fear tangled with something she didn’t understand.

“You pray to be rid of what you feel,” I murmured, my voice low, “but you can’t pray away curiosity.” Her eyes widened at my implications. “Now tell me for the last time. Are you praying against me,”

She nodded as much as she could with my grip still on her jaw. I squeezed tightly. “Give me your words my curious cat.”

“Y…yes.”

“Why?” I loosened my grip a little. Her mouth parted just a little and I felt blood rushed down to my cock. The image of her warm mouth gripping my cock… oh shoot.

What kind of sickening attraction to a younger woman is this. I could bet she's twenty. Sixteen years younger than I am.

“Because you are my uncle…family.”

The sound of that only hardens my cock further. I pushed the torch away from her face with my left hand,my grip still on her jaw, I pushed off her. Then I let out a bitter laugh.

“Yeah you are my niece.”

I felt her relax from my admission. As she nodded. “What happened yesterday was unholy,” she said. Slowly,I tilted my head from side to side, the smirk on my face only seem to widen as I saw her press her thigh together.

The outline of her nipples on this short night dress only got bolder. One indication. Arousal.

“Unholy?” I repeated.

She nodded. I leaned back against her, she sucked in a breath, sucking her bottom lips into her mouth. “So you are saying you are not affected by this unholy position we are in?” I asked, not to confirm because I already had my confirmation but only to let her lie to free up my conscience for my next line of action.

“N…no.” Her voice came out breathy.

I reached for her cheeks, then slowly my hands glided down, she watched me, the little tremor her body made at my touch, was already enough betrayal.

My hand skimmed across her nipples and she gasped, shutting her eyes for a moment before opening it, as if realizing I was still watching. I smirked victoriously.

Her body is a natural.

My hand continued its movement to her exposed thigh and then I slid it between them and raised it upwards. Only stopping when my hand was a ghost on her underwear.

My hand stilled halfway, the air thick between us. The warmth radiating from her skin brushed against my fingertips like a warning and a temptation all at once. Her breath hitched, and I could almost hear the wild rhythm of her pulse.

“Tell me,” I murmured, my tone deceptively calm. “If what you say is true, then you wouldn’t mind me proving it.”

She froze, her lashes fluttering like she was fighting herself torn between fear and something else entirely. The silence that followed wasn’t consent, but it wasn’t rejection either.

I watched her throat move as she swallowed hard, her voice lost. And for a fleeting second, I almost hated myself for wanting to know what her silence meant.

Regardless, I slid her panties to one side, then I flicked my finger between her slit, gathering enough wetness to quench my thirst. She let out a low moan.

I felt my cock thicken at the sound. I pulled my wet hand from between her legs and brought it to her view. Her face flushed with embarrassment. “Open up,” I lightly tapped her lips.

And as the obedient girl she was, she did exactly that. I slipped the finger into her mouth. “Suck,” I commanded and she did. Her warm mouth gripped my finger. I felt my cock pulsate in jealousy.

Fuck.

My hand fell away, the restraint burning like a fresh wound. “I guess i’m not the only unholy one.” I said, my voice rougher now, more human than I wanted it to be.

Her eyes lifted to mine wide, questioning, still trembling from everything unspoken.

“I’m not your salvation, Nyx,” I whispered, more to myself than to her. “So stop praying against me. It won’t save you from what’s already here.”

She blinked, her lips parting slightly, but no words came.

I stepped back, shoving my hands into my pockets before I did something I couldn’t take back. “Lock your door,” I said finally, my tone clipped. “Next time, I might not reme

mber to knock.”

Then I turned away, every step down that hallway feeling heavier than the last like I was dragging a part of myself I didn’t recognize anymore.