Chapter 18 Evie
EVIE
He can’t be serious, but even as I think it, I know Silas means every word.
Cold rage glares back at me from beneath his mask, the rough stitching slashed across vacant eyes making my pulse thrum.
This is the man others fear. The King of the Seven.
The left hand of the devil. And right now, all of his attention is fixated on me.
I steel a glance at the ground where Mark sits, brows furrowed as he tries to puzzle out Silas’s plan. But I already know. Grinding my teeth, I part my thighs.
“Wider, Evie.” Silas’s harsh voice makes my heart flutter, my nipples hardening. “Show me how wet your needy cunt is.”
Shame blooms across my cheeks, the blush deepening as I hold Silas’s gaze—because he knows. He fucking knows how turned on I am. How being his dirty little slut feels freeing in a way nothing else does.
Not for the first time, I wonder what’s wrong with me. I’m stranded on the edge of a canyon with no escape, being forced to tug my skirt higher, let my knees drift further apart—and all I can think about is how Silas licked every drop of me from his tattooed fingers.
“Good girl,” Silas rumbles, staring at the soaked black fabric of my panties.
“Fuck,” Mark groans, licking his lips. He’s still on his knees, but the outline of his cock strains against his jeans.
“Yes,” Silas muses, cocking his head to the side. “She looks fucking perfect—tastes even better. But you don’t need to take my word for it.”
“No,” I whisper, my breath hitching as I catch his meaning. I feel the weight of Silas’s gaze beneath the mask and bite my tongue.
“Yes, little fox.” His voice is cold, hauntingly so. Mark flinches as Silas kicks his shoulder. “Mark needs to apologize for leaving without saying goodbye. Isn’t that right? What better way than licking your needy pussy until you come.”
“Silas,” I warn, dropping my skirt back down and making to stand.
“Sit,” he commands. “Or I’ll make good on my threat.”
To kill Mark.
Like an obedient dog, I sit, glaring up at my master with all the loathing I can muster. I can practically see Silas lifting a brow, his gaze dipping to my covered legs. Jaw clenching, I hold his stare through the mask as I resume the earlier position.
“Remove them.”
My mouth falls open in protest, because fuck him, but then Silas fires. The bullet hits the dirt inches from Mark’s hand.
“I won’t ask again.”
I slide my underwear down, doing my best to ignore the humiliation searing through my veins.
That’s exactly what he wants—control. Power.
Unwilling to give him the satisfaction of waiting for orders, I settle back against the seat of his motorcycle and spread my thighs as wide as I can, being sure every part of me is on display.
“Fuck yeah,” Mark says, wiping blood from his eye and lunging forward.
Silas stops him, shoving him back onto his knees. “Crawl to her.”
God above, my body trembles at the violence dripping from his words. I should be terrified. I should be running, taking my chances racing through spiked plants and sharp rocks. But I’m panting at the thought of Silas watching me come undone by another man. Of him controlling my pleasure.
Mark looks like he might argue, until he glances up, finding my pussy drenched and bared to him. He’s on me in seconds.
I stare into Silas’s haunting mask, the manic grin stitched across it reaching into my soul as I feel the first swipe of Mark’s tongue. The wrongness of the situation has me moaning as he licks up my center, Mark’s pace increasing as he circles my clit.
“Such a good little slut,” Silas murmurs, praising me as he steps closer, gun still trained on the man between my thighs.
Silas’s scent of leather and spice swirls around me, and I whimper, gripping the motorcycle as I stare into the mask.
Mark laps at me, drinking me down like he can’t get enough.
He spreads my thighs wider, licking and teasing, brushing over my clit but never for long enough.
My body is on fire, wound so tight I feel like I might snap.
Wanton sounds fall from my lips, my hips undulating, chasing the release that stays just out of reach.
“Does it hurt, little fox?” Silas asks, amusement and anger coiled together. His leather-gloved fingers pinch my chin, forcing me to meet his masked gaze. Mark is still on his knees between my thighs, but my focus is only for Silas, aching for his approval, needing his command.
“Yes,” I whimper. “Please.”
A wicked, cruel imitation of a laugh escapes him, sending a shiver down my spine. “Do you think I like watching another man touch you? This is what you wanted, Evie. Me, burning with jealousy. And you—desired. Coveted to the point of madness.”
“Silas, please—”
My pleas are cut short as Silas grabs the back of Mark’s head and shoves his face into my core. He flails, palms bracing against my thighs as he tries to pull away—tries to breathe—but the struggle only spreads me further.
“You don’t breathe until she comes,” Silas snarls, jerking Mark’s head up, repositioning his tongue over my clit.
I’m so close. So fucking close.
“Play with your nipples, Evie. Imagine my hands there.”
I obey, slipping a hand inside my top, teasing and pinching as Mark’s fingers dig into my thighs, his mouth sucking hard on my clit.
“Come for me,” Silas growls.
I stare into his stitched green eyes as I come undone, shattering around another man’s mouth. Mark’s muffled pleas only intensify the orgasm, each vibration drawing out wave after wave until I’m shaking.
Until reality comes crashing back.
Silas yanks Mark away from me, tossing him aside without a second thought.
“Was it everything you dreamed of, little fox?” Silas coos, tugging his mask up enough for me to see his eyes. They’re blown wide, devouring every flicker of emotion on my face. Each shameful truth. I swear there’s a flash of tenderness, but it vanishes before I can be sure.
“Yes,” I confess.
Whatever softness might have been there is gone. Silas only nods once and steps back.
“I warned you what would happen if he touched you again.”
My brows furrow, the haze of the orgasm still thick in my mind. I don’t understand what’s happening until he raises the gun and points it directly at Mark.
“And I always keep my promises.”
With no trace of hesitation, Silas pulls the trigger.