Shattered (Koa #5)

4. Lila

Chapter 4

Lila

E dgar wanted me to spend the night with him and Nash. At first, I thought he was ridiculously overprotective, but now I think he was concerned that I would be the problem, as if I’m going to go mouth off to those two asshats again. They’ve turned the music off, but they’re still sitting in my chairs.

It’s tempting...

I know I’m no prude, but whatever happened out there was way out of pocket. Where in god’s name did Asher get the balls to flirt so offensively with me!? The anger has my whole body clenched as if I might implode.

In my rage, I text Juliet.

Lila: I know you’re pissed at me, but I’m sorry, and I have the tea.

Juliet: You’re forgiven. I’m sorry, too .

While I start to type, my phone rings, and I answer, putting it on speaker and laying it on the bed beside me.

“What happened?” Juliet asks, her interest piqued.

I explain the entire encounter to her, true down to every last word, and she eats it up the whole time.

“I know what would make you feel better. Make a sex tape.”

And as if I couldn’t get any more pissed off, Juliet manages to hit that nerve.

“Are you for real?”

“Oh, come on! You used to be a sex machine!”

“Juliet, how many times do I have to tell you? I’m straight!”

“At least a few more times.”

I can’t listen to this shit anymore, so I hang up. In a fluster of fury, I scroll back through my phone to videos and pictures from years ago. I find one from a couple years back, a solo video I’d sent to Ian while he was at work.

I’m sitting in bed, fully clothed in plain black pants and a white top. My hair was shorter and lighter back then, but now it’s longer and more dirty blonde. Even though it’s only a couple of years old, I look different. I was still so bright back then, full of life.

There’s no talking in the video; it’s silent, other than the soft sound of my breathing. I slide my hand up my sternum, taking my shirt with it, exposing my stomach and the bottom of my breasts.

I make a show of removing my top, and with no bra underneath, my breasts come free. They’re small, but I’ve always liked how delicate they look and how I don’t need to wear a bra. I spend some time kneading my breasts, cupping them in my small hands, and pinching my nipples, bringing a flush of pink to both my nipples and cheeks before moving down. I begin by sliding my palm into the front of my pants, making more of a show than anything, knowing it’s impossible to touch myself effectively inside a pair of tight pants. Once I take them off, leaving me in just a thong, I turn around on all fours to give a POV shot of my ass and squeeze my cheeks before peeling the thong down.

I press my thighs together, giving a view of my pussy while it’s closed, and run my fingers through my soft, smooth folds. Once I’m satisfied, I turn around to sit down and open my legs slowly to reveal myself.

The video is only a few minutes long, and the bulk of the rest of it is me playing with my pussy with my fingers, inserting them to gather some moisture, and using that moisture to create a slippery sheen over my clit as it swells to life. As I get closer to the end, my whimpers grow louder until I come with a satisfying, drawn-out moan.

After watching my pussy pulse from the contractions, I let out a breathless sigh, a sheen of sweat gathering across my cheeks, growing more obvious as I pick up the phone, bringing the focus straight up to my face.

“I love you, baby. Have a good day at work; see you later at Koa,” I say before winking and turning off the video.

Once Juliet sees that ending, she’ll realize the video is old and not for her, if my hair doesn’t give it away early. Maybe this is harsh, but Asher set me the fuck off, and this is where I’m at.

After attaching and sending the video, I can now focus on Asher. He wants sunshine? I’ll give him fucking sunshine. But it wouldn’t hurt to get some help. I know Neela’s got to be asleep since it’s the middle of the night, but she’ll get my text in the morning .

Lila: Hey, wanna fuck with my asshat new neighbors? I’m decorating tomorrow to make it look like the sun threw up on my house.

Neela: Hell, yes. I have to head into Madison for some supplies anyway. Can we leave around 10?

Oh wow, she is awake. Marina, her daughter, must be up.

Lila: Done. We’ll take my SUV. I’ll pick you up at 10.

Just as I send the last text to Neela, another text comes in, and I open it to see a response to my video.

Thanks, Sunshine, what an unexpected surprise. Didn’t know you had it in ya.

It takes me a moment to register.

Oh no. No... There’s no fucking way...I practically hold my breath as my eyes drift up to the recipient of the thread, where Juliet’s name should be. But it’s not Juliet.

It’s Asher.

My vision blurs as I frantically click on the video to unsend it, and a notification pops up beside it.

He downloaded it.

My fingers pound the glass furiously as I type out my next message.

Lila: DELETE IT! NOW! IT WAS NOT FOR YOU!

Asher: Sure it wasn’t.

That motherfucker. There’s no way in hell I’m letting him keep that video.

They’ve moved inside, and my lawn chairs are neatly folded and stacked beside their back door, a clear middle finger to me. I charge straight up the two steps onto the back deck and immediately grab for the handle, finding it unlocked. Not a rational thought goes through my head as I yank the door open and charge inside, slamming it behind me.

I find them in the den, sitting on opposite ends of a long sofa. Asher’s eyes flicker to me with amusement. He stands up as I stop in the doorway. He’s slow and calculated in the movement, and even in my rage, I notice how much effort he puts in to make that movement look effortless, favoring his right leg and hardly putting any weight on the left, his bad one.

“Oh, look, Bane, she’s here for a live show,” Asher says. Bane’s eyes don’t even peel from the TV. But I’m not paying attention to him.

“Fuck you!” I snap.

“I almost didn’t recognize you with your clothes on,” Asher says, a cocky smile pulling at his lips.

I charge straight at him, stopping and craning my neck up to burn his fucking face with my goddamn eyes. With only a foot of space between us, my pulse is racing with fury. Bane chuckles, and my eyes narrow at Asher’s.

“Did you fucking show him?”

It’s like a switch flips in Asher’s eyes. Suddenly, I’m being consumed by two black orbs of pure predator. “You’d like that if I had.”

“Show me what?” Bane asks, taunting me.

As Asher turns to Bane, a taunting smile pulling at his lips, my anger breaks loose. I pull my hand back, and it claps as my palm collides with Asher’s cheek, forcing his head to the side. The room stills, and I swear no one breathes as a tense moment passes.

When Asher finally turns, he’s seething, his voice like molten lava.

“Sunshine, you are barking up the wrong tree. Get the fuck out of my house.”

“Delete the video,” I seethe.

“What video?” Bane asks.

As Asher turns his head to Bane and begins to open his mouth, I snap. I press two hands against his shoulders and push, but he’s far larger than me and hardly sways. Another silent, non-breathing moment passes before all hell breaks loose.

An inhuman noise flies out of my mouth as his hand collides with my throat, squeezing either side of my neck. I’m knocked off my feet, and at first, I think I might hit the floor, but instead, my head slams against a wall. My throat is closed off, and I clench my eyes shut. As he loosens his grip to allow me a sliver of a breath, I peel my eyes open, and they lock on those black orbs again as warmth rushes to my core, and a shaky moan slips from between my lips. The sinister grin from Asher chokes me more than his hand around my windpipe.

“I knew you were a dirty slut, but this is even better.”

His words light me on fire, and it’s at that moment that I realize I have arms. They flail out, and I get a few hard punches to his chest before he releases my throat and grabs both my arms above my elbows, slamming them back into the wall. He leans his weight into my arms, keeping a little space between us, and even with a bad leg, he overpowers me almost effortlessly.

“Come on, Sunshine, just admit it. You’re here for that cock I offered earlier. ”

“I’m not your fucking sunshine!” I hiss.

He raises a brow. “Oh, I think you are mine. Because if you remember, I have a pretty inappropriate video of you on my phone.”

Bane, who hasn’t moved an inch, speaks again, his voice raised with interest. “What’s this fucking video?”

“Lila sent a pretty video of all her goods, including her face. It’d be a shame if that were to get out.”

My nostrils flare. “You wouldn’t.”

“Well, a good girl wouldn’t make a video like that. Which makes you a dirty little slut.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“I’d rather fuck you, I told you already. Come on, Sunshine. Just admit you’re a dirty little slut, and I’ll let you go. I’ll delete the video, and we can forget this ever happened. Just admit it.”

A rage unlike any I’ve ever felt takes over, burning up my entire body. He’s not getting shit from me. “Still planning on chasing me? I’ll still outrun you.”

It’s clear I’ve hit a nerve when his already black eyes darken right before me. The only problem is he doesn’t scare me. And the more I remind him of that, the more it pisses him the fuck off. I gather some saliva into my mouth, and he sees it coming and grabs my hair, tightening it. When I spit at him, it misses, and the pain firing through my scalp immobilizes me.

He leans back against the side of the chair beside him as he plunges a hand into my shorts, stopping on my bare mound as my blood runs cold.

“Bane, grab my phone, look up the video,” Asher says .

I’m powerless as Asher’s rough, calloused fingers brush against my clit, finding it slick. He presses hard, sending sparks through me, then follows the moisture to a pool at my entrance.

“Fucking soaked,” Asher says.

A moment later, the movie on the TV shuts off, silencing the room so I can hear the video. He cranks the volume to full blast as my own soft, sensual moans fill the room.

As if in a trance, my body sags, but Asher manages to keep me pressed against the wall, supporting himself on the side of the chair. The pain in my scalp doesn’t lessen, but part of me doesn’t care if this fucker rips every hair out of my head.

As long as I get away.

I pull on strength I didn’t know I had, strength I’ve never needed to use. It takes everything I’ve got to squirm away from his fingers, but I’m still trapped against the wall. Panic rises as sweat beads on my forehead.

There’s nothing I can do as two fingers plunge deep inside me, filling me all at once and making a thunderous moan shoot from my lips as my entire pelvis clamps onto him like he’s my life vessel.

“You are wound so tight, Sunshine. When’s the last time you were fucked by anything but your battery-operated boyfriend?”

I can’t find the words to answer as my body entire body tenses for a storm of a climax after less than four seconds. As the sound of my climax on the video finishes, my declaration of love to Ian plays.

“Is that your husband that I need to take care of?” he asks.

Jesus fuck. “Stop!” I growl, pounding against his chest, but he’s like a brick wall. I’m completely powerless .

That thought pushes me off the cliff, contracting my entire body from my fingers to my toes before releasing in an explosion that leaves me quivering against the wall.

As the pulsing begins, his fingers become too much, and I cry out. “No!”

He doesn’t stop, assaulting my pussy with his fingers and paralyzing me. “Take it,” he growls.

“She’s squirting everywhere,” Bane says casually.

“Record this, you dumb fuck!”

“No, stop it!” I plead.

Suddenly, my head is hoisted against the wall, and his eyes are locked two inches from mine.

“It doesn’t hurt, you’re overstimulated, and you can fucking take it like the nasty little slut you are.”

It’s too much, and it takes my breath away. The pleasure builds and builds with the pain until it runs me the fuck over, and I cry out as I come again, feeling myself squirting everywhere.

“Stop, STOP, please!”

Finally, he shows me mercy, his hand stilling and his fingers withdrawing from my pussy. And I almost feel it reach for him.

The room stills like the calm after a storm, the silence like the deepest breath of fresh air. I hold on to that to dull the quivering mess of the rest of my body as Asher bends over to set me on the floor so I don’t collapse. Then, he hops back on his good leg to raise himself to a standing position. When I look up at him, I find those dark eyes staring down at me, a menacing half-smile pulling at his lips.

“I think we’ll take this day by day. I won’t leak your video tonight, but you might want to see how I feel about that tomorrow night. ”

“You’re a fucking asshole!” I growl.

He smirks. “You have an out, Sunshine. Just admit you’re a dirty little slut. You’ve got a gutter mouth; it shouldn’t be hard.”

I won’t. I could say the words, but I refuse. And I’m not sure for exactly which reason...

With my pride absolutely shattered and my body shaking in betrayal, I throw myself up to my feet, peeling for the door with tears stinging in my eyes.