Chapter 27 - Silas
SILAS
No fucking way am I going to let any of these assholes have sex with Evie watching. They might catch a glimpse of her perfect blush or wide doe eyes and think of her while they’re thrusting into someone else. And then I’d have to kill them.
I nearly ripped Dominic’s heart from his chest when he suggested we join them.
As if I’d ever let another person hear those sexy-as-fuck little moans my Evie makes when she comes.
No, when I finally sink my cock into her sweet pussy, it’ll be just the two of us.
When I can bleed and fuck and destroy her over and over again until her orgasms are painful, her body too weak to stand.
I don’t mind the occasional orgy, but my brothers know I don’t like to share things that matter to me. And somewhere along the way, Evie joined that list, climbing the ranks and perching her pretty little ass at the top.
“Easy, brother,” Noctis says.
After threats of violence, Bane finally agreed to make the west wing of the house designated sex rooms, leaving Tempest, Evie, Erik, and me—along with any other guests who weren’t in the mood to fuck—the bar areas.
Noctis has only just returned, his teal eyes and tanned skin flushed with post-sex warmth.
He follows my line of sight to where Evie is being preyed upon by some polished fuckwit.
“She’s only talking,” Noctis adds with a grin. “And I’d rather not have to call the cleaning crew tonight.”
My fists clench as the dark-haired, smug-faced Italian leans forward, whispering something in her ear.
Normally, I don’t mind Lorenzo. He’s one of Bane’s more reasonable cousins.
Methodical like Noctis with a sex drive to rival Dominic’s.
But that combination won’t do when his charming gaze is locked on Evie. Absolutely fucking not.
Evie throws her head back in a laugh, nearly falling over in her half-drunken state.
His hand catches her around the waist—touching my little fox.
My blood boils as his palm lingers far too long, rage blurring my vision.
I don’t give a fuck if he’s Bane’s cousin.
The pads of his fingers graze the white sequins of her dress, caressing the material warmed by her body, clinging to her curves, while he eye-fucks the shit out of her.
And I can’t help but imagine plucking his eyes from his skull, severing each vein and tendon connecting his hands to his forearms until every part of him that’s held my Evie is erased.
“Shit,” Noctis mutters. “Don’t kill him.”
But I’m already moving. I don’t bother to hide the coldness in my eyes as Lorenzo raises his head, his cocky-as-shit smile faltering for the first time tonight.
“Not trying to make me jealous again, are you, little fox?” I purr, wrapping my arm around her waist and tugging her to my side.
A small yelp escapes her, but she doesn’t pull away.
“The last man who touched you ended up with a bullet in his skull—after I made him eat your sweet pussy.”
Evie’s cheeks flame a brilliant scarlet as she turns in my arms, glaring daggers. “What is wrong with you?”
Lorenzo lets out a low whistle, his lips quirking. The fact that he’s smart enough to take a large step back is the only reason I allow him to continue breathing.
“I didn’t realize you were taken.”
“I’m not.”
“She is,” I say over her, the cold warning in my voice snapping Lorenzo’s gaze back to mine.
He stays a moment longer, seeing the depth of that statement.
I don’t have girlfriends. Or even fuck buddies.
I’ve never been good at sharing my toys, but I haven’t cared if someone used them after I was finished.
But Evie is different.
“It was nice to meet you, Evie.” Lorenzo offers her a small smile.
Evie softens, murmuring some polite bullshit. My hand wraps around her front, pressing her body flush against mine as she stares after him. A small gasp escapes her as my semi-hard cock presses into her ass.
“Do you want me to fuck you in his blood?” I whisper against her ear, relishing the way her body trembles. “Bane wouldn’t be happy—but let another man touch you again, and I’ll cut his hands off and lay them at your feet while I fuck your mouth until you gag.”
I’m prepared for my little fox to run. Or scream. She does neither. Of course she fucking doesn’t. Evie’s breath hitches, but her body leans into mine, seeking comfort from the very demon haunting her.
And that display of trust unravels something inside me.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you,” I murmur around a low chuckle. I grip her throat, tilting her head back. “My twisted little fox.”
She shakes her head but I can scent the spike of arousal, feel the quickening of her pulse beneath my fingers. My other hand glides down, slipping beneath the hem of her dress.
“Silas,” she breathes. I’m sure she means it as a warning, but the sound of my name from her lips is pure seduction.
I spin us, backing her into the adjacent hallway and pinning her to the wall.
She’s done something with the makeup around her eyes, the darkness highlighting the flecks of gold in her heavily lidded gaze.
Her wine-colored hair is unbound, fanning around her shoulders in soft curls.
Her white sequin dress is modest for the most part, reaching the base of her throat, but it shows off the softness of her thighs—thighs that clench together beneath my hungry gaze.
“What have you done to me, little fox?” I whisper, tilting her head as I drag my nose along the length of her neck. “You’ve invaded my every thought. When you’re gone, I crave you. And when you’re here…”
A low growl scrapes my throat as I thrust my knee between her legs, forcing them apart. My fingers glide over the thin fabric of her panties, the slickness I find there making my already hard cock twitch.
“Fuck, Evie. When you’re here, I want to bend you over and fuck you in front of everyone, so they know you’re mine.”
Pushing the fabric aside, I run my knuckles through her heat.
“The thought of this pussy being tasted by anyone else makes me fucking insane.”
“Silas,” Evie repeats, but her hips rock against my palm, seeking friction.
I stare down into her eyes, realizing she’s far more sober than I thought—sober and staring at me like I might hold the key to her salvation. Evie looks at me like a bird who’s been forced to fly in daylight, only to realize her wings are webbed and the night far more enticing.
Holding her gaze, I slip a finger inside her, feeling her needy cunt clamp down as I begin to pump. I cover her mouth with my other hand, muffling the wanton sounds spilling from her lips as her body writhes beneath me.
“Careful, little fox,” I warn, adding a second finger. She gasps before my mouth closes over hers, claiming the moan as my tongue lashes against hers.
“If you keep grinding on my fingers, I’ll have to show you what it means to be fucked so thoroughly you won’t be able to breathe without feeling me.”
Her pace increases, her body seeking a release I won’t let her have.
She must realize what I’m doing because she twists beneath me, breasts heaving and nipples straining against her dress, as her fingers find my cock through my pants.
This angle lets me go deeper, her sweet pussy wrapping so tightly around my fingers as I memorize the way her pupils dilate.
“Anyone can see us. Tempest, your brothers…” Her inexperienced hands tease me just as effectively as I’m doing to her, working my length while her words tap into my never-ending pool of envy.
Evie bites her bottom lip, a blush blooming across her cheeks as my grip on her waist tightens. “I want you, Silas.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” I grit out, using every ounce of control I have. Because for some fucking reason, I don’t want to hurt her. Sinful darkness rises inside me, the beast within purring as my little fox flicks the button of my jeans open.
“Don’t I?” She rises, impaling herself on my fingers and snapping the last shred of sanity I’ve been clinging to.
I add a third finger, punishing her ruthlessly as my other hand pinches her nipple, kneading her breast. My mouth is over hers, swallowing her cries as her pussy clenches, the inside of her thighs soaked.
“I’m going to ruin you, little fox. Your cunt is going to bleed all over my cock, your body splitting as I fuck you hard. And you’re going to enjoy every moment like the good little slut you are.”
My other hand finds her neck again, tattooed fingers looking so beautiful around her throat.
Her eyes go wide as my fingers curl, those sweet little moans pitching as I grind my palm against her clit.
Then her body detonates, strangled cries escaping her parted lips.
And I wonder how good she’ll look down on her knees, cheeks flushed and coated in tears, mouth stuffed full of my cock.
Soon, but for now I savor the sight of her blissed out, riding the orgasm I won’t let end. A deep laugh rumbles through my chest as I tease every last ounce of pleasure from her, holding her suspended between this life and the next.
By taking her will away, I’m returning her voice. Offering her the choice to give in to her natural desires, including finding power and fulfillment in sex. Evie hasn’t been allowed to explore, but she’s risen to every challenge life has thrown at her beautifully.
And I won’t be satisfied until she’s screaming beneath me.
“Get ready, little fox. We’re just getting started.”