Behind the Mask

Chapter 39

Owen's POV

I got up shortly after the guys had left for Marissa's apartment. As I walked down the hallway, I heard music - specifically Victor's music coming from the kitchen. I froze at the doorway watching Marissa. She was in nothing but a t-shirt, dancing to the music. She was lost in the music as her feet moved across the floor gracefully. It was obvious she'd had ballet training in the way she extended her limbs, her balance flawless. It wasn't until she paused that I realized she was crying. I stepped to her, pulling her into my arms. "Owen," she said, but I pressed a finger to her lips and shook my head. I began to sway to the music, leading her to dance with me. Her fingers intertwined with mine as I placed my other hand on the small of her back.

We danced around the kitchen, letting the music envelop us, shutting out the world. The CD ended and without a sound, I lifted her onto the countertop. I parted her legs and lowered my mouth to her core. She gasped when my tongue flicked across her clit. I teased her, only grazing across her, making her need increase before I finally plunged my tongue inside of her, then pulled out to suckle her clit, biting softly. Her pants and gasps were all the encouragement I needed. I drove her to the edge, then stopped, making her whine for more. Her body was trembling with the need for release when I finally slammed my fingers inside of her, sending her over the edge.

She was a complete mess, a beautiful, flushed mess laying there on the countertop, her chest heaving. I stood before her and held out my hand, still not speaking. She took it and allowed me to lift her into my arms. She wrapped her arms and legs around me like a small child as I carried her into the front room. I pulled a blanket over us as we sat in an oversized chair. Pressing a kiss to her temple, "Rest my love, you're safe."

I must have drifted off with her at some point because the next thing I knew I heard low voices coming from the entryway. I looked up to see Kota followed by Nate, Marc, and Corey, their arms filled with bags and suitcases. Kota's eyes fell on Marissa's unmoving form and softened. I felt my heart clench. He never even looked at Sang like that. The love he felt for her was written all over his face. My gaze then shifted to Corey and Marc. Corey's expression was much like it had been yesterday, but Marc's surprised me. He looked wounded as he stared at her, and quickly averted his eyes when he realized I was watching him. Nate led them up the stairs to the room we'd set up for her, as Kota sat down across from us.

"Is she okay?" he asked quietly.

"No. I found her this morning dancing in the kitchen to Victor's music and crying." I gave a half smile, "Oh, someone might want to sanitize the countertop before anyone cooks or eats on them, I was a bit occupied."

Kota rolled his eyes, "The woman's crying and you just decided to give her an orgasm?"

I gave him a grin, "She wasn't crying anymore."

He leaned over and pressed a kiss to my lips, nipping at my lip, "Cheeky boy." Then headed to the kitchen with a smirk. I sat running my hands through her hair as she continued to sleep against my chest.

Trigger Warning: molestation; childhood trauma references; violence

"Did she have a nightmare?" Marc asked, coming to stand near the couch. "She always had trouble sleeping when she was upset."

"I'm not sure," I answered honestly, "We didn't really talk." We continued to sit in silence for a few moments until I asked, "Marc, do you know what it means when she said her father couldn't find her in the music? She said something about hiding in Victor's music when she was in little space, then when I found her this morning she was dancing to his music and crying silently."

Marc's face went pale and he slid down to the couch, "Fuck." Before I could ask anything further, he bolted up and dashed out of the room, phone in hand.