It was a party every weekend, I learned. Toska was the one who initiated everything, Syler was there to protect her. Nothing else and nothing more. I was at their house almost every day. Surrounding myself with them. Even knowing who they were, I still continued to go to their house. Why? I wasn’t even quite sure. Maybe it was like my own personal drug, one I hadn’t yet worked out how to expel from my system. Either way, I was always there.

Toska had a drug addiction which was evident from everything she did. Heroine was her drug of choice. She was fucked up on so many levels. Syler spoke to me more, not much, but he didn’t ignore me anymore. Even if silence was his way of communicating, he listened and spoke when I needed him to.

I’d spent a lot of time with him over the past week. If I wasn’t working, I was at their house. If I was working, Toska was with me. I’d learned more about their relationship—it was more than fucked up, as far as I knew and understood. But it was also protective. Syler lived to protect her like he was her father and she was his child. Except they were both fucking evil, there was no escaping that fact.

I’d spent hours watching him work on his computers from the living room when he left the door open. Toska was usually passed out next to me. The only company I’d have would be a stray cat that used to sneak into their house to steal whatever food it could. That was until today. I was high, thanks to Toska. Not as high as she was, passed out on the floor right now, but I’d had the courage to walk to his door this day, and he knew I was there straight away.

“Come in, Mouse.”

I did as I was told. There was nowhere else to sit so I sat on his bed while listening to him type furiously on the keyboard of his computer, until he stopped, stood, and walked over to me. His hand touched my chin, and he lifted it up so he could see into my eyes.

“You’re fucking high.”

I shook my head, I was pretty sure I was coming down. How many hours had it been? I was tired now. Syler placed a glass of water in front of me. Touching it, I put it to my lips. He pushed me back then laid me down on his bed. I was excited thinking he was going to join me. He didn’t. Instead, he walked straight to his computer and began typing again.

Eventually, I passed out, covered in the smell of Syler Hunter.

What a fucking way to go.

***

I WOKE UP TO DARKNESS, my heart pounding, and I jumped. But a hand was on me, holding me in place, trapping me, not giving me room to move.

“Mouse.” Syler’s voice instantly soothed me, and I laid back down. His breath was on my neck, and it was then I realized how close his proximity was to me. My body was hot, and I was fully clothed.

Pulling the blankets off, he groaned at me. “It’s cold, Mouse,” he said.

“I’m hot.”

He removed his hand from around my waist and stayed where he was. “Remove your fucking clothes then.”

Pulling my sweater from my body, all I had on underneath was a white singlet top and no bra. Then I reached for my socks and pulled them off. Looking back to him, his eyes were closed, and he seemed to be sleeping. I touched the waistband of my sweatpants and shimmied them off, dropping them next to the bed where I was laying. He didn’t move when I laid back down. I was no longer sweating. Waking from the dream that woke me every night left me in perspire. My mother.

Turning, I rolled onto my side, glancing away from him, and tried to go back to sleep. It was impossible, I could now feel his legs right next to mine. Syler didn’t have trousers on, and my mind was going a hundred miles per hour. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep.

“Stop thinking, Mouse.”

I huffed at him. His hand touched my stomach.

Could he feel the rolls there?

It made me suck in a breath remembering how perfect his sister’s body was.

This was fucked.

“Breathe, Mouse.”

“Your hand,” I said. It was making me self-conscious. I knew I wasn’t allowed to touch him, but he was allowed to touch me?

“Do you want it lower?”

Despite my nervousness, I nodded my head. He listened, and his hand dipped between my legs stopping on the outside of my panties. My breathing was growing rapid, my heart pumping hard through my chest.

“Syler.” His name left my lips. I wanted to touch him in the same way, but I had a feeling his answer would be no. So, instead, I stayed where I was, unmoving.

“What are we doing?” I asked him.

He bit my earlobe, kissed just behind my ear and applied pressure to my pussy.

“You’re in my bed, Mouse. What do you think I’m going to do?” His voice was husky as he pulled my hips, and moved over me, hovering. His eyes, if it was even possible, became lighter with the illumination of the moonlight which shone through the window. His lips parted just enough for his breath to escape. His jaw so perfect I wanted to lick the edges and yell at him for having the most perfect face known to mankind. It shouldn’t be possible for someone so fucked up to appear the way he did. It made it harder for me to say no, especially when he looked at me like he was about to devour me alive.

Syler gripped my wrists as he leaned forward on me, and pulled them above my head. I heard the click of a handcuff, and the metal around my wrist was all I needed to know he’d just locked me to his bed. He smirked then stood off the bed, taking my widely beating heart with him.

The sheet from the bed dropped off, exposing him completely. He was naked, completely naked next to me the whole time. My mouth opened because seeing him in clothes did something to me, but then I was fucked because I’d actually seen him naked.

Syler Hunter was a fucking god or the devil. And I was about to submit to his every will and desire because I wanted everything he could give me.

“Mouse,” he said as his teeth tore open a condom. Then I watched as he slid it over his massive cock. My legs squeezed together, excited for what was about to come.

The sheet that was covering me was torn away. He stepped up close and ran his hand along my legs up to my hips, stopping on my panties. He was gentle when he pulled them down my legs, caressing each leg as he took them off me.

Syler lifted each leg, gently kissing my foot then placing it back down. His hand came back up, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake as he got closer to my bare pussy. His hand stopped as it touched my inner thigh. My eyes were tracking his hand, but I looked up to see him watching me, waiting for my reaction.

Syler wanted me to watch him, he liked it. Then his hands started moving again when my attention was on him. He touched me there, that spot between my legs, where I knew I was already wet for him. His finger slid between my legs easily, and I parted them for him without even thinking about it. He pulled them out, lifted them to his mouth and sucked on them before finishing his trail back up my body.

Syler pulled my singlet up to my neck, baring my breasts. I closed my eyes, despite how turned on I was at that moment because I knew I wasn’t perfect. My boobs weren’t big, my hips were much bigger than most girls’.

“If you hide from me, Mouse, I’ll bite.”

I opened my eyes to see him leaning down. So I closed them again as he got closer and that was when he did it. He bit me, just above my nipple, making me scream out. His mouth hovered around my breast as he watched me. I kept my eyes open and watched him. I watched as he took my nipple, circling it with his tongue before he sucked it into his mouth. Then, smirking up at me, he proceeded to do the same with the next.

Syler played with me for what felt like hours before he climbed on the bed, separating my legs even wider. He gazed down as his finger slid between my folds then flicked my clit.

“Don’t fall in love with me, Mouse.”

I nodded my head. “I don’t plan to, Wolf.”

He smirked even brighter at my words as he lifted my legs, hooking them under his arms, so I wrapped them around his waist pulling him closer. His eyes smoldering at my words. “Jaya.” He said my name with such conviction before he fucked me.

Sliding straight into me, he slammed into me again and again. No words could leave my lips. He hadn’t called me Mouse—he’d called me Jaya. Not his Mouse. Maybe it was just in the moment, maybe it meant nothing. But I was taking every inch he gave me.

None of what we did was gentle or making love. No, what Syler and I did was merely fuck.

Slam.

He took control of me.

Slam.

I gave him control.

While I bit my lip to keep my screams inside me.

But he took from me what he needed, and I received it, knowing it was exactly what I needed too. His acceptance, even if it was in the form of his cock sliding in and out of me, making me scream so loud when I couldn’t contain it any longer, or until his door was banged on from all my noise.

He didn’t stop, though, he fucked me harder, keeping my hands tied above my head to his bed as he gripped my tits. Syler leaned down to kiss them, then bite them, his eyes still full of lust, looking up at me before he bit me again. The scream that left me was different from my usual screams, this one was a mixture of pain and pleasure all coming from the one source, my Wolf. He had control and I became his plaything, moving and bending to his every desire without my permission.

He took my orgasm and ripped it from my body like it was his to take.