Page 65 of Wildling

Something ruined him. Death, perhaps?

I can’t tell if Beth can see him, too, and I’m too scared to ask. My father hasn’t acknowledged him either.

Jake walks through the back door. “I’m starving,” he says, kicking off his boots, placing his baseball cap on the table.

"Layla can make you a snack," Beth says, walking over to kiss Jake on the cheek. "I need to run to the store quickly to pick up some wine."

“Yeah, I’ll make a sandwich,” I offer, keeping my eyes on Nick.

Jake grabs his coat. “I’ll be back in a few minutes, Laylabug. I need to run to the hardware store quickly, so I’ll go with your mom.”

I try to stop my knees from shaking, unable to tear my eyes away from Nick as he stands like a haunting shadow in the backyard. “Yeah, okay.”

Jake narrows his eyes. “Alright then. See you soon.” Both my parents step back, leaving me alone. I glance outside and Nick is gone. I spin my heels and let out a small squeak when I run into six feet of pure muscle as he suddenly appears behind me. Nick smirks and reaches his hand out, folding his hand into mine. His skin is cold…freezing.

“Hi, Layla,” he says with a smirk.

“Nick,” I hiss, pulling my hand away. “What are you doing?” He takes off his jacket. His muscles gleam under his shirt. I study his face, the smooth skin running down from his ear.

I flinch back, a gasp escaping me as I still attempt to reconcile if he is here. My mind could be creating the version of him I want to see right now. He senses my unease, mirroring my confusion with his own playful demeanor.

He just shrugs. “Playing with sharp objects.”

I turn my back on him and squeeze my eyes shut, taking deep breaths, half expecting that when I open them, he will be gone. Now that I think about it, neither of my parents actually spoke with him, nor did they acknowledge him.

Focus on the sandwich, Layla. This will pass.

I grab the bread and ingredients from the fridge and start spreading mayo. He walks over to me, pressing arms on either side of the counter, trapping me in. “Are you going to take care of me, wildling.” His hot breath tickles my ear. Either that, or it’s merely the heat from the roast cooking in the oven.

My pussy throbs anyway, and I straighten my back. “You need to get out of this house. Get the fuck out of my head, Nick.”

“Why the fuck would I do that? I’m hungry, baby. I like mustard and mayo, by the way.” I lick the mayo off the knife, ignoring him. I go wholly still, as his hand teases under my shirt, then he works his way down my pants, pressing his fingers up my cunt.

I want to fight him, but it’s useless. I don’t seem to have control over my body or mind. “My parents could walk in and see you,” I whisper as he continues teasing me. Tickling me almost. His hands are no longer cold. “They won’t be long.”

He moves my hair across my shoulder, exposing my neck, and he kisses the sensitive part of my flesh. “That’s what makes this so fun.” Warmth spreads right to my legs. “Now that we’ve confirmed you won’t scream willingly, maybe I can get you to scream unwillingly. And if you scream right now, no one will hear you.” With his cock pressed against my ass, he twists my nipple so hard I nearly bark out a yelp.

“Do you think I could fuck your ass before they get back?” He squeezes my waist. “Or maybe I’ll just let your pussy strangle my cock this time.” He bends me down, pushing my head against the quartz. The pain radiates down my neck. Stars appear on the edge of my vision. The violence causes my pussy to clench. “Or do you want to finish that sandwich, baby.”

Definitely not. Our quick fuck last night barely scratches the surface of what my body is craving. My body still reeling from the aftermath.

My breath grows heavy as he yanks my pants down and in one swift motion his cock is deep inside me. He keeps his hand pressed down on my back. It’s satisfying knowing my parents could walk in. It makes it thrilling.

“We aren’t so different, are we?” I choke out, staring out the window as he moves his cock in and out of my wet, needy cunt. “We’re both killers.”

This makes him come undone, he wraps his body around me fucking me silly against the kitchen island. He grunts and pulls out, spilling his seed all over my back. My eyes roll back as he presses my face against the cold countertop. He wipes his dick along my back and leans over me, crushing my body with his. The fuck is quick and dirty—demeaning.

His lips brush against my cheek. “The best part of being dead is to be whoever I want and do whatever I want. I could snap your neck, baby. I could kill your parents in the blink of an eye and disappear so quickly. I could take you anywhere. I’m not done ruining you, wildling.”

He twists me around. I pull my pants up, my gaze falling to his scar. His entire demeanor had changed in an instant. I glance at the camera, and I can’t help but wonder what someone watching this would see. “Do it,” I taunt.

He hesitates. Only for a second, but I feel him flinch.

I gaze up at his golden eyes. “You can’t do it, can you? Because you’re not that person.”

“You have no idea who I am anymore, baby.” He kisses me with such force, so sensually that for a moment, I forget he’s a sadistic bastard. I chew on his lower lip, our tongues entwined. Everything about this kiss is so fucking hot.

The garage door opens, but Nick doesn’t move, and I’m hyperaware of his hot, sticky cum all over my back. I slap the rest of the sandwich together, aware of his presence behind me. He reaches around me, snatching the sandwich and taking a big bite, before placing it down, leaving out the back door just before my parents come in. I watch him through the window, noting every footstep in the snow, every movement, and my throbbing cunt.