Chapter 42

Ella

I knew that by coming to Dylan things would get heated, but not this quickly. But in our defense, he’s doing it as a distraction. Having been restless since our return home, I could not take it any longer and needed to do something.

My phone constantly dinging from message after message from the unknown number, each message more pressing than the next that I began to think they had a camera within my room and could manage to see what it was I was doing. Then I would scoff and tell myself that I was crazy and over reacting.

But… Looking at my phone I knew something wasn’t adding up. My eyes scanning over each and every message that I had received that night.

Unknown: Did you have fun at Nebula?

Unknown: You're a beautiful dancer, Princess, just like your mother. You truly are your mother’s daughter.

Unknown: Mmm… I can’t wait till you're mine sweet Princess. The things I want versus what I could do to you makes my cock hard for you already.

Shivering at the thought, I quickly tossed my phone to the opposite side of my bed, trying to ignore the rising fear that was growing. The fear of another person trying to claim me as theirs when I already belonged to my brothers.

Unable to sleep, I moved to look over at my clock. The clock reading almost 3 in the morning, which meant I had been up most of the morning since returning home from the club. My cheeks wet from the tears that would silently make themselves known as I hid away in silent fear.

I need them, either of them. With that in mind, I move to leave my room, only to turn right instead of left. Dylan’s room was right next door to mine, as was Reece’s, but figuring Dylan might be up opposed to Reece or Caleb, I decided to give it a shot.

Ignoring all of my doubts, I moved to knock on his door. Please be awake, I pray. My 5’8 frame now standing in front of his door as I stand waiting, my mind wondering if I should just give up and go back to my room when suddenly he opens his door.

“Ella?” I hear him murmur. His half-naked body sending tiny waves of arousal through me. Fear still present even while in Dylan’s presence.

“C-Can I stay with you tonight?” I asked, hoping he would say yes.

Waiting for his reply, I tried to keep my composer, knowing that if I broke down crying now, that I would have to sit there and explain to him about the texts. Something I’d have to do eventually, but not at that very moment when all I wanted right now was to be in his arms. 10 minutes later I slowly began to think he was about to reject the idea of me staying when he suddenly speaks up.

“No. Wait. You can stay with me tonight”

Hearing those words, my fear began to simmer, my legs slowly leading my body inside. My eyes taking in an overly large desk on one side of his room with a computer, a desk that he probably used when working from home, a rather large King-size bed and one very similar to Reeces, and I began to wonder if they all had King-sized beds in their rooms or if it was just my imagination. Two nightstands and two table lamps also fill the space.

Soft lamp lighting slowly began to fill the room when I suddenly feel Dylan behind me, his hands now on my waist as his fingers tentatively digging into my skin, a tingle running through me knowing he was unintentionally marking me like Reece did in the shower that day.

Lost in thought again, I slowly failed to notice the world around me until I heard him murmur back to me, which meant I must have spoken without realizing it.

“Don’t be scared, Princess. I promise you that nothing bad will happen to you ever.”

“Promise?” I heard myself whisper.

“Promise”

Then the minute those words left our mouths was the moment everything else became lost to us, as I suddenly feel myself being lifted into the air, Dylan holding me by the ass cheeks as we slowly made our way over towards his bed, my body slowly being laid down as his cock rubs against my wet pussy. A moan rising from his lips as it did.

His lips claiming mine in another heated kiss, his hips rocking his hard cock against me yet again, a gasp rising as he slowly takes his time to explore every inch of my wet hot mouth, our tongues dancing as Dylan keeps his body glued to mine. Only removing himself when the need for air rises and only then do we part ways. Our lungs taking in the much-needed air.

“Fuck Princess” groans Dylan, his eyes still on mine as I slowly panted. My chest heavy with need as my heart slowly began to race.

Easing my heart, I whimpered. “D-Dylan… Please.”

Smirking, as if enjoying my blight, Dylan slowly moves to kiss my jaw, my head tilting to the side as I attempt to give him more access. His lips making their way up and along my jawbone until he finally reaches my ear. His teeth nipping at the lobe before whispering softly within.

“I’m either Master or Sir tonight, sweet thing.”

Remembering the name from Reece, I moved to speak again.

“Master”

“Good girl”

Enjoying my reaction, Dylan moves to nip at my ear again, causing me to gasp as another shiver runs through me, Dylan slowly making his descent. His lips trailing lightly along the base of my neck until he finally comes to where my collarbone is, his tongue lapping at where my shoulder and neck meet, my mind wondering what he’d do next.

“Mmmm, you smell so sweet Princess. Wait here for me, okay.”

Shivering at the words, I curiously watched as Dylan moved to climb off the bed before moving over to his desk. His hand carefully reaching for his desk drawer, his eyes always on mine even as he reaches into the drawer and grabs the item, hiding it from view as he moves to shut the drawer, his body making its way back over towards the bed in seconds.

Climbing back onto the bed, Dylan continued to hide the item from the site, my curiosity rising the longer I waited. “What did you grab?” I asked, the need to know growing.

“Patience Princess” purrs Dylan, his body crawling back towards mine. His eyes never leaving mine, even as he slowly trailed a hand up and under my cami, his hand coming up to slowly cup one of my breasts which causes me to arch, a soft moan rising as his thumb brushes against one of the nipples.

“That’s it sweetheart, let your Master take care of you” was all I heard as Dylan moved about his task, his thumb and forefinger pinching the nub of the breast as sparks began shooting all along my skin as he did.