Chapter 7 A vibrator experience (2)

Nyx’s P.O.V

The house was quiet,too quiet. Relatively dark and only a few lights glowed faintly, as though no one had dared disturb the silence all day. My heart twisted as the memory of what happened a few hours ago stabbed through me.

I was grateful Kent and Mom weren’t in sight. I was still embarrassed. They had warned me to stay inside, but I had chosen…stupidly…to obey Travis instead of their soft rules.

I climbed the stairs slowly, each step heavier than the last. The hallway was dark too, all except for the bright spill of light leaking from Travis’s room. Harsh words filtered out sharp, angry. Not the tone he used with Kent. This was something else. Something hotter. Something dangerous.

I should go to my room. Shower. Sleep. Pretend today never happened.

But curiosity had become my newest sin.

Clutching Lena’s gift bag tighter, I moved down the hallway toward his door.

“You know you wouldn’t dare talk to me this way if I was closer,” Travis growled. The words were incoherent at first, then clearer as I approached.

I took a shaky breath. Why was I eavesdropping? Why couldn’t I stay away from him? It had barely been a week since he got here and yet… I had felt more emotions more forbidden emotions than I had in my entire life.

“Shut the fuck up, Mick. Talk to me in that tone again and I’ll take the next available flight just to remind you who I am,” he snapped.

A shiver rippled through me. The threat, low and lethal, seeped into my skin.

His door was half-open.

And there he was sitting on the edge of his bed, wearing a black T-shirt and shorts, hair damp, drops of water trailing down his temple. Fresh out of the shower.

My gaze fell to his lips. Full. Perfect. The kind of lips you didn’t just kiss you savored. I wondered what they’d feel like between mine. What his tongue would taste like.

“I know. I know. I can’t leave this place.” His voice grew softer, but I barely registered the words.

My eyes drifted lower… over the broad muscles stretching the fabric of his shirt… down to the veiny fingers the same fingers that had dragged me right to the edge of pleasure.

Heat pooled low in my belly.

I bit down on my lip, hard, trying to quiet the filthy ache growing between my thighs. My nipples had already hardened beneath my shirt just from watching him.

Shame on me.

Shame on what I wanted.

Slowly stupidly I lifted my head again.

And froze.

Because his eyes were already on me.

Locked on me.

I gasped softly, startled. I had been discovered. I expected anger, irritation, anything…

But instead…

A slow, deliberate smile spread across his face.

Not sweet.

Not friendly.

But dark. Knowing. Hungry.

A smile that stripped me bare where I stood.

His gaze dragged over my body, thick with lust, like he was imagining exactly what he’d do if I stepped one inch closer.

I should run.

I should apologize.

I should pretend I hadn’t been watching him like a depraved fool.

But my feet wouldn’t move.

I was rooted in spot.

He murmured something into the phone, words I couldn’t make out. I wasn’t even listening. I couldn’t,not when his stare held me hostage.

Then he dropped the phone onto the bed without breaking eye contact.

And he stood.

And he started walking toward me slow.

Desire thickened the air around us.

And I… I couldn’t breathe.

He stopped just inches from me, close enough that I felt the heat radiate off his skin, close enough to smell the faint mix of soap.

He didn’t touch me.

He didn’t have to.

His presence alone wrapped around me like a cloak.

“So,” he murmured, voice low, lazy… lethal. “You’ve picked up a new hobby.”

My throat tightened. “W…what?”

His lips twitched mocking, amused, hungry.

“Eavesdropping.”

He leaned forward slightly, eyes sinking into mine. “You’re terrible at it.”

Embarrassment flushed hot across my cheeks and I forced myself to look away. “I wasn’t…I mean, I didn’t mean to…”

“Nyx.” His voice cut clean through mine.

I froze.

He lifted a finger and gently hooked it under my chin, turning my face back to him. The touch was light barely there but it sent a bolt of electricity straight down my spine.

“If you’re going to lurk outside my door…” he said slowly, “…at least do it properly.”

My breath hitched. “I’m going to my room.”

The moment the words slipped out, I stepped back or tried to but his hand caught my wrist firmly.

“Are you?” he whispered.

My heart kicked painfully. “Let me go.”

His grip didn’t tighten, but it didn’t loosen either.

Instead, his eyes dropped briefly to my chest where my breaths were coming too fast, too shallow… where my nipples strained against the fabric.

His jaw flexed.

Then his gaze lifted again, darker now.

“You were watching me.”

It wasn’t a question.

That heat between my thighs pulsed in embarrassment and something shamefully eager. “I wasn’t...”

“Yes,” he murmured. “You were.”

I swallowed hard. “I’m leaving.”

He spun me around and pressed me back against the wall, one hand flattened beside my head, the other still wrapped around my wrist, pinning it above me in one smooth motion.

A soft gasp escaped me too soft, too telling.

His body caged mine completely, leaving me no room, no space, no air that wasn’t him.

“You don’t get to run,” he said, voice so low it vibrated through my bones.

I could feel every inch of him his breath brushing my cheek, the heat of his chest, the subtle hardness of his cock pressed against my thigh. My legs trembled.

“I wasn’t running,” I whispered.

He leaned in, lips ghosting the shell of my ear.

“Then why are you shaking?”

“Because…” I breathed, the confession spilling out before I could stop it. “…you’re too close.”

His mouth curved against my skin.

“Baby… I’m not even close yet.”

The words set my entire body on fire.

His thumb brushed the inside of my wrist, slow and deliberate.

“Tell me,” he murmured, “why were you outside my door?”

My lips parted, but nothing came out.

“Were you listening…” he dragged his mouth down to my jaw, “…or were you watching?”

My knees weakened.

“I…I don’t know.”

He chuckled softly, darkly. “Liar.”

He tilted my chin up again, his eyes locking onto mine, burning.

“Say it,” he whispered. “Say what you were doing.”

His breath ghosted my lips.

I swallowed hard, chest rising too quickly.

“I was… watching.”

His eyes hooded, pleasure flickering in them male, possessive, dangerous.

“Good girl.”

His eyes finally drifted down to the bag in my hand, and my stomach dropped.

“What are you holding?” he asked, voice low, suspicious.

My fingers tightened around it. “N…nothing.”

I quickly drew the bag behind my back, but the moment I did, he stepped closer so close his chest almost brushed mine. He pressed me deeper into the wall, like he wanted my body molded into it.

There was nowhere left for me to go.

His hand slid behind me, firm and unhurried, and he caught the bag before I could even think of resisting. I didn’t fight him. I couldn’t. My breath was already unsteady from how close he was.

He pulled the bag forward, eyes dropping to it with mild curiosity… until he opened it.

The moment he saw the long box inside, his smile vanished.

My brows pulled together.

What… was that?

He pulled the box out completely, the product name bold on the packaging. A vibrator.

A damn vibrator.

A sharp gasp escaped me.

My heart fell straight to the floor.

Lena. God, Lena.

She really put a vibrator in the bag.

I felt heat explode across my cheeks, shame hitting me so hard it stole my breath. I opened my mouth to explain something, anything but Travis was already opening the box.

And the look on his face…

His eyes darkened instantly, filling with a slow, hungry lust that made my knees threaten to buckle. He wasn’t even trying to hide it. He was ogling me like the vibrator in his hand explained every thought he’d ever had about me.

Then he looked up, pinning me with that gaze.

“You came to my door…” he said, voice dipped in heat, “…with a vibrator?”

“I…it’s not…Lena gave…” My words tangled uselessly on my tongue.

He didn’t wait for the explanation.

Without warning, he tossed the opened pack into his room. Before I could breathe, he grabbed my waist,

pushed me inside, and closed the door behind us, locking it almost instantly.

My heartbeat quickened.

I was trapped in his room.

With him.

With the door locked.

And with him still holding the vibrator in his hands.