Chapter 36 Evie
EVIE
Igasp as Silas shoves my head down, the cool white sheets pressing into my cheek. His feet kick mine further apart, exposing all of me to his assessing gaze.
“Hands stretched in front.”
My heart pounds as I do what he says, every beat sending a rush of heat surging through my veins.
Shame pricks at me as that small, mocking voice whispers that this is wrong, that I’m nothing if I let Silas fuck me.
But then his firm hands are on my ass, caressing the soft curves before there’s a sharp slap.
“Did you forget your last punishment so quickly?” Silas is already there, rubbing away the sting as I cry out, but his words are punctuated with another slap, this one on my other cheek.
“No,” I pant, gripping the sheets as I remember the way he forced Mark’s head into my pussy, angling his mouth around my clit as he gasped for breath—and then murdered him for touching me.
“Did you like using him?” Silas asks.
My pussy clenches as his palm lands a third slap across my sore flesh, and god, it feels like I’m flying. Like the heady mix of pain and pleasure is distorting reality, pulling me into that cherished in-between.
Slap.
“Tell me the truth, Evie.”
“Yes!” I cry out, shame heating my face with self-loathing—knowing, and not quite caring, that it’s probably as red as my ass. “I enjoyed the way you forced him to fuck me with his mouth. How you controlled my orgasm, even when you weren’t touching me.”
I press my face into the sheets before he can see the tears fall.
Because that’s the worst of it. My dark dirty secret.
Jonathan forced me to take those photos when I was younger, forced me to suck on bananas or other phallic-shaped things before I knew what people paid for on the dark web. And worse. So much worse.
I’d been innocent then. A child. As much as I hate to admit it, Jonathan scared me, changing some intrinsic part of me forever. I know I wasn’t to blame then—but right now, in this moment, I like the way Silas uses me.
It feels wrong to crave Silas’s control when some people would consider his dominance similar to the pain I suffered… but it’s different. And I think I’m finally understanding why. Silas is harsh and brutal, but he’d go to hell and back to find me. To keep me safe.
“Shh,” Silas coos, shifting as he drops to his knees behind me, pressing soft kisses to the red marks his hand left. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“You killed him,” I whisper, which only punctuates how seriously fucked up I am. But my voice isn’t shaking for Mark. No, I’m trembling for a different reason as Silas’s hands grip my ass, his fingers grazing over the slickness between my thighs.
“Yes. Does that bother you? Does the fact that I’d kill anyone for touching you make you want to run?”
“No,” I confess. His movements still, and then his thumbs are spreading me, parting my ass to expose everything. Warm breath trails along my inner thigh, fanning over my pussy as he speaks.
“No,” he agrees, licking up my center, teasing my aching core. “Because you’re fucking mine, Evie. From now until forever, you’re mine. It’s time to show you what that means.”
A half-moan, half-gasp slips from my lips as Silas holds me open, licking and sucking and nipping everywhere. Never have I been so exposed—so completely seen, body and soul—and it feels so good, so fucking good, not to hide. To arch into his ravenous feasting, unashamed. Free.
Before I know what’s happening, I’m flipped over, thighs spread around Silas’s face. The subtle scrape of his stubble teases my skin as he dives back in, sucking my clit, causing that delicious tension inside me to coil tighter.
“Oh god,” I pant, arching into him, needing more. “I’m so close.”
“You taste so good, baby,” Silas says between licks. “I could stay between your legs forever, feasting on your sweet cunt.”
Three fingers push into me, pumping as he presses a soft kiss to my throbbing clit. I buck beneath the stretch, moaning—begging for things I don’t yet understand, for experiences I haven’t had but ache for. Need.
“I’m going to fuck this virgin pussy, Evie.” Silas spreads his fingers as they work, making me grip the sheets as he toys with my body. “It’s going to be rough and painful, but you’re going to love every minute of it, aren’t you?”
My knees fall open, desperate for more. So close—so fucking close—but Silas keeps me on the edge, his other hand pressing down on my lower belly, stopping me from getting that last bit of friction I need.
“Say it,” he commands.
“Yes,” I growl. “I want you to fuck me, Silas. Hard. I want to bleed and hurt. I want every piece of my soul to shatter and be reborn in your image.”
“That’s my good fucking girl,” he rumbles, holding my gaze as he lowers his head. “And good girls get to come.”
His mouth closes over my clit, sucking hard as the fingers inside me curl, stroking that sensitive spot.
The orgasm hits, brutal in its intensity.
It feels like I’m floating, soaring above this reality and into the next, but his fingers slip free too soon, the last waves of pleasure still pulsing through me as my body is shifted.
I feel the softness of a pillow beneath my head, the dip of the bed as Silas climbs between my legs.
“Eyes open, little fox.”
I blink through the haze of satiated desire, eyes widening as a new pressure builds between my thighs. Silas waits for me to come back down, to realize that the velvet thickness sliding along the evidence of my arousal is his cock.
He grins wickedly before gripping my hips and thrusting forward, sheathing himself in one punishing motion. I cry out at the invasion, tears pricking my eyes, nails raking across his chest. Still, he moves, pulling out just enough to grant a moment of relief before splitting me open all over again.
“Fuck, Evie,” Silas growls, leaning over me as I whimper, adjusting to his thickness.
I look through the tears, staring into his blazing green eyes as he continues his slow, torturous rhythm.
His gaze softens as he takes me in, his hips moving steadily, easing the pain as pleasure begins to take root.
His tongue licks the tears from my cheek as he cups my face, cradling me. Holding me through it.
“You’re doing so well, baby. Bleeding all over my cock like a good little whore.” Silas hovers over me, staring down, silently asking if I’m okay. And that, more than anything, has me leaning into him.
I capture his lips with mine, my hands threading into his hair. He tastes like leather and spice. Like dreams I’d long forgotten.
Silas paints me like I’m the light between us, but it’s been him all along. He found me when I’d already given up, brought me back to life in a way I never thought possible. Loving him has never been a choice. I’ve been his since the moment he cornered me on that stairwell.
I push back against him, deepening the connection of our bodies—the joining of our souls.
“I’m yours,” I breathe. The look in his eyes when I whisper those words—desire, longing, disbelief—it’s enough to make me believe in something greater than this world. “And you’re mine.”
“Yes,” he growls, sucking my nipple into his mouth, nipping at the sensitive peak before abusing the other. Heat gathers low, pleasure coiling and twisting as his hips buck. All softness I’d forgotten as Silas’s pace quickens, his hips slamming into me.
He shifts back, his hand pressing my legs apart to watch where he splits me. I stare down at the blood coating my thighs, glistening on his lower stomach, the ruby stains marring the white silk sheets beneath us. I’m a fucking mess—destroyed—just like I begged him to do.
“Fucking yes,” Silas snarls, pulling out just long enough to flip me onto my stomach. He hooks an arm around my hips, dragging me back onto his bloody cock. I cry out as he takes me roughly, this angle leaving me at his mercy.
“You bleed so fucking beautifully, Evie. Does it hurt, baby?”
I whimper as his fingers dig into the meat of my ass, unable to separate the pain from the mounting pleasure. Silas must sense it, because his thrusts grow harsher, the sound of skin slapping and heavy breathing clashing with my moans and cries.
“Oh god,” I groan as Silas finds a spot deep within, fucking me with ruthless abandon. The scent of sex, blood, and lingering traces of paint invade my senses as I catch glimpses of the paintings—an entire fucking gallery dedicated to me. “Oh my fucking god.”
“That’s it, baby.” Silas’s hand dips between my legs, stroking my clit as he drives hard. “Come for me.”
But I’m already there, diving off the edge.
The stretch of his cock inside me, the slick mix of blood and arousal between my thighs, the pinch of his fingers on my clit—I cry out as Silas tenses behind me.
He thrusts deep into my clenching pussy, pumping his orgasm into mine.
I let him, each drag of his length leaving more of him inside me, marking me as his.
When he pulls out, he keeps me there, bent over and ruined, my ass and pussy on display as his cum leaks from my bruised center. Two fingers trail up my thigh, gathering his seed before shoving it back inside.
I whimper at the invasion, but Silas already has me flipped over, his lips capturing the sound as his hand rubs soothing circles over my clit.
“Shh, brave girl. Don’t cry. We’re just getting started.”