Page 17 of Misery Manor

I chuckle harshly, but don’t stop. Aliyah’s so beautiful when she’s in the throes of ecstasy, and I want him to watch every second of it.

Her fingernails dig into my wrist as her orgasm crashes into her. The room is filled with her screams as they echo off the walls and fill the small space around us. She throws her head back and bucks her hips wildly, desperately chasing her release.

When she’s finished, she collapses against the couch in a heap. Sweat makes her dress stick to her body, and her eyes are heavy-lidded with exhaustion.

Slowly, I pull my fingers from her hot pussy and hold them up. The moonlight shines on her sweet release dripping down my hand and onto my cloak. Aliyah opens her eyes and watches me intently as I lift the bottom of my mask just enough to slip my fingers in my mouth and savor the taste of her.

“Mmmm,” I moan, closing my eyes. “You do taste as good as you smell.”

A haughty scoff comes from somewhere behind me. “Such a fucking whore.”

Aliyah’s eyes snap to Jamal and Megan, seeming to notice them for the first time. Instead of the fear I expect to wash over her face, she sits there like a queen on her throne with a look of cool indifference as she regards them.

“What are you doing here?” she asks them monotonously.

I sit on the couch next to Aliyah and place a possessive hand on her thigh. Not to scare her, but to intimidate Jamal, who looks like he’s ready to throttle me.

He steps forward and jabs a skinny finger in her face. “We came here together, remember? You followed me here and now you’re fucking some random asshole?” He waves a hand in my direction with a look of disgust.

There are so many things I want to do to him right now, but I decide to let Aliyah handle the two of them.

For now, anyway.

Aliyah sits up and pulls her dress down to cover her exposed lower half.

“Why are you so mad, Jamal? You’ve never cared what I do before and now all of a sudden, the sight of me with someone else is a problem for you?” She barks out a harsh laugh. “Am I ruining your carefully crafted plans?”

He stiffens, and his jaw works as he grits his teeth. Megan stands next to him and looks Aliyah and me up and down. I want to smack that smirk right off her overfilled face, but instead I ball my hand into a tight fist.

Jamal snatches his hat off and throws it to the floor, growling in frustration and glaring at me. Is this little boy really about to challenge me to a fight?

“What’s wrong with you?” Megan asks with a frown. She crosses her arms over her chest and glares at Jamal with a pinched expression. “All this time you’ve wanted to kill her and now you’re bothered that she’s whoring herself out to this creep?” She looks down her nose at me, but there is nothing either of them can say or do to make me feel insignificant.

Out of the corner of my eye, I check on Aliyah to see how she reacts to Megan’s words. Her face is stoic as she watches the two people who have hurt her the most.

“Can I ask you a question, Jamal?” she says, standing up to face him.

The look he gives her makes me want to do ungodly things to him, but I hold off a little longer.

Not yet, I tell myself. I need to let Aliyah have this moment before I fuck everyone up.

She continues before he has a chance to respond. “Why me? You could have found anyone else’s life to ruin, but you chose mine. Someone who’s never done anything to you but love and care for you.”

The sound of her voice cracking nearly undoes me, but I stay still, a silent force for Aliyah to lean on when she’s ready.

Jamal gets in her face in an attempt to make her cower in fear. To her credit—and much to my amusement—she levels him with a glare. “Because, Aliyah, you were stupid and desperate enough to let me.”

“That’s enough,” I growl, standing by Aliyah’s side. The idiots back up a few steps, terror on their faces at the sight of me looming over them.

“Who the fuck are you?” Jamal asks before looking at Aliyah. “You know him?”

She shakes her head. “I didn’t before tonight.”

“He did something to the others,” he says, jabbing an accusatory finger at me. “I know he did. We haven’t been able to find them all night.”

Aliyah shrugs nonchalantly. “Not my problem.”

Both of their mouths drop in shock; the sight is almost comical.