Chapter 8 Silas
SILAS
My hands rest on the back of the leather couch as the blonde licks up my cock, moaning like there’s a camera recording.
She’s been at it for a while now, her jaw no doubt aching from the stretch.
Snot runs from her nose as she gags, mixing with the black-stained tears trailing down her cheeks.
She looks like a fucking mess—exactly how I like it.
I should’ve finished twice over by now, but I can’t help wishing it were someone else beneath me.
“Oh god!” the brunette across from me screams as Erik pounds into her from behind. His pale ass rocks, slamming into her as she stares through the one-way glass, watching the hundreds of people below find oblivion.
This nightclub was the first I opened, back when it was just Mavros and Erik at my side.
Noctis found us not long after, lending his skills with electronics and security to make it our most profitable.
It’s where I go to feel good about the life I’ve built—knowing I own everything and everyone here. So why the fuck do I feel so empty?
“That’s right, baby,” Erik says between thrusts, glancing over his shoulder to throw me a wink. “I’m your fucking god.”
I roll my eyes, doing my best to focus back on the blonde. She sucks harder, her cheeks hollowing as her hand strokes the rest of me. Nothing.
“What’s the matter, brother?” Dominic asks, the picture of casual lust with his cock buried balls-deep in Adrian, while simultaneously finger-fucking a redhead impaled on Bane’s dick.
Lust, Greed, and Gluttony always did go hand in hand.
Dominic’s deep blue gaze drops to my swallowed cock, a wicked grin revealing a dimple.
“My mouth is still free. I’d be happy to finally show you what you’ve been missing. ”
“Leave him alone.” Mavros chuckles, appearing at the door.
His shaggy dark hair, flat cheekbones, and broad chest embody the red bear branded across his back.
Noctis follows close behind, the door to our suite clicking shut as they enter.
I groan inwardly, knowing they’ve got something to report.
I’m half tempted to tell the blonde to fuck off and call it a night—until Noctis speaks.
“Tempest is here, and she convinced Evie to join her.” His tall frame, buzzed head, and pale blue eyes scream frat-boy entitlement, but Noctis is always watching. Calculating.
My eyes fly open, darting to the one-way mirror and the masses below as if I could somehow find my little fox among the hundreds of blissed-out bodies.
I knew Tempest invited her, but I figured Evie would decline.
She doesn’t seem like the kind of girl who’s ever set foot in a club. And I highly doubt she drinks.
But she’s here. In my nightclub.
My cock twitches at the thought of her body swaying in time to the music, renewing the blonde’s attempts to get me off.
I’d almost forgotten she was there. Images of Evie’s wine-colored hair and big doe eyes flash through my mind as I grip the blonde’s hair, pushing her face down while my hips thrust up.
Evie would’ve borrowed something to wear. Maybe a low-cut top revealing the perfect slope of her breasts, the hard tips of her nipples begging for me to suck on them. I thrust again, forcing the blonde’s head down in a quick pace.
No—too much. As hot as she’d look, Evie wouldn’t wear something like that. It would be modest. Something formfitting, just enough to hint at her enticing curves beneath. Teasing and taunting.
I wonder, would her hair be up? Easy for me to grab onto as I fucked her face? Would she enjoy the taste of my cock, letting me use her pretty mouth until her lips were swollen and her pussy dripping?
A groan escapes me, my fingers tightening around the blonde’s hair.
It’s the wrong shade, the strands dry and stiff from multiple rounds of bleach, but I use her like the placeholder she is, picturing my little fox as my body coils.
What I wouldn’t give to have Evie’s thighs spread, her dripping cunt on full display as I took my time.
As I licked every inch of her. As I branded her soul with my tongue.
“Fuck,” I grit out, forcing her head down as I come—lost in the image of a virgin with wine-colored hair moaning my name.
The blonde staggers back, gasping for air as she swipes at the mess on her chin. “That was fun.”
I push off the couch, tucking my cock away as I stalk toward the glass, scanning the crowd for the one face I need.
“Can I help you with anything else?” she asks, long nails scraping across my shoulder.
I stiffen, the slight buzz from the orgasm already fading. “No.”
“That’s right, baby. Come for me,” Erik grunts to my left, pumping his fingers into the woman’s ass as he splits her core with his cock. Her arms have collapsed, her head tilted, staring over the club as another wave of ecstasy crashes through her.
“I don’t mind waiting,” the blonde coos from behind me, her hand drifting down my back. Her pupils dilate as she watches Erik pull out of the woman’s pussy and enter her ass. “Whatever you want, Silas.”
I know it’s shitty of me not to get her off at least once. She’s probably expecting a fuck-a-thon, getting passed around by the Seven all night, but I’m not in the mood.
“Dominic has a mouth free,” I say, removing her hand as she pouts.
“Fuck yes I do,” Dominic purrs, pulling his fingers from the woman with red hair still bouncing on Bane. “I’ve been missing the taste of pussy, and you deserve a reward for how well you sucked off my brother.”
“He won’t mind?” the blonde asks, looking over Dominic’s shoulder to Adrian, but he’s already living up to his title of Greed. Adrain kneels between Bane’s thighs, spreading the redhead’s legs on either side of his knees, showing just how stretched her ass is around his thick length.
“Fuck, you smell delicious,” Adrian rumbles before leaning forward to feast.
“I think they’re good.” Dominic grins, murmuring filthy praises as he grips the base of his cock and ushers the blonde away.
Moans and heavy panting follow moments later, the blonde’s cries of pleasure mingling with the others, but my attention is fixed on the crowd below. Mavros and Noctis join me, eyes scanning for the one who calls to me.
“Report,” I say.
“We’ve confirmed Shane is the point of contact, and meeting times occur at the first of the month,” Mavros begins. “We’ve also contracted women and set them up for discovery.”
Jaw clenching, I nod once. Women are always underestimated, especially when the market in question involves selling their bodies. We might play the role of demons—meant to embody the worse types of evil—but we don’t condone half the terrible shit humans do.
“Miles is in place, watching everyone who agreed to help,” Noctis adds before I can ask.
Good. Miles doesn’t fuck around when it comes to his girls’ safety. They’ll pose as victims for as long as it’s safe. But if shit goes south, he’ll get them out.
“Any sign of her?” I ask, voice low despite the increasing sounds of slick bodies and wanton gasps filling our suite. I sense more than see Noctis and Mavros share a look before the former speaks.
“There’s been no sign of Morana.”
I knew the answer before he said it. They’d have told me immediately.
At least I stopped the bastards from taking Tempest too.
My spine stiffens as I spot her in the crowd—my little sister—being pawed at by some fuckboy in an overpriced watch and jeans.
He grinds against her from behind, and my fists flex as she presses back into him.
I’m three seconds away from losing my shit completely when I catch sight of the person beside her.
Evie’s head is thrown back with a wide smile, her hands in the air as she spins to face the bulky man behind her.
The short, skin-tight black dress barely covers her ass as she stretches, locking her arms around his neck.
My jaw clenches as he grins down at her, his greedy fucking hands wrapping around her waist, drifting lower to cup her perfect ass.
“Who. The fuck. Are they?” I grit out, chest heaving as tension radiates from me.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
But how can she be mine when she’s looking at him like that—like she’s ready to offer up her needy little cunt to the first taker? If she’s that eager for a taste of darkness, I sure as fuck will be the one to give it to her.
“Tempest assures me they’re good,” Mavros says, following as I turn from the window and head for the door. “I checked with her and Evie before heading up here.”
“Get dressed,” I bark to the others, not waiting for them to respond. “We have work to do.”