Chapter 1 #2
I’m going to try my best to stay clear of Silas, but living under the same roof and attending the same school I am bound to run into him at times.
I try not to dwell on Silas and his potential to make my entire life a living hell. I turn on my heels and head downstairs.
I’m going to make the best of the situation I’ve been thrust into and I think a little sunbathing by the pool might be just the thing to clear my head before dinner and my first meeting with Silas.
I’d take off my dress revealing my bright pink bikini as I lay down getting comfy on a sun lounge.
I’m unsure of the time that has passed when I hear a voice.
“I knew it was easy to get girls like you out of your clothes quickly,” the voice says as he walks past me.
I raise my head to see who it was, when my eyes are met with a six foot five frame and piercing dark eyes. It’s Silas, even though I had never seen him before I knew it was him.
I recognised him from somewhere, probably the photos in the hall.
“But lying here with your ass on display on day one, well girl that is easy. I must say though you do have a tight little ass. I bet it matches your tight pussy.” He chuckles.
“Fuck you, asshole,” I reply gritting my teeth. Bringing myself to a sitting position and trying my best to hide my body from his prying eyes.
“Is that a promise or a dare?” Silas asks, cocking his eyebrow slightly before a devilish smirk appears across his face.
“Word of warning, just because you live here doesn’t mean it's your house. I’m in charge here and everything here belongs to me,” Silas growls before he walks to the other side of the pool giving me no time to reply.
I try not to dwell on Silas and his potential to make my entire life a living hell.
It’s not just on the phone, he is an asshole in person, I think to myself as I try my best to shut out Silas even though I can feel his eyes on me .
As much of an asshole as he is I can’t deny that he is very attractive, shoulders that look like they were chiseled out of granite, a set of abs that he doesn’t mind showing off and from the looks of the bulge in his bather shorts, he's not shy in that department either.
My pussy starts to get wet just thinking about him.
Fuck what am I thinking, he is such an asshole.
I need to divert any kind of sexual thinking about Silas to a halt, bronto.
I’m still just horny from my dream. That’s it, it has to be.
The warmth of the sun's rays hit my sun kissed skin. I adjust my bathing suit to get a better tan, I untie the strap on my bikini slowly letting it fall to make sure I don’t have tan lines on my back and I pull my thong down slightly showing the top of my toned ass, I know Silas is watching so I take my time, teasing and taunting him with my body.
Stop it Tenley. I think to myself but then a funny thought crosses my mind, Silas may think he owns everything here but this is one thing he doesn’t own I giggle to myself.
I zone out on the sunbed for a few minutes face down tanning my back when a shadow blocks out my sun. I lift my head to see Silas’ huge muscular figure passing by me. He lingers for a few moments before he passes by me, the need to have a closer look at me earning more than that.
He’s staring, his dark hair falling in a mess across his forehead. His eyes that resemble the darkest of nights watch me intently.
His mouth lifts, before darting his tongue out and wetting his lips.
Cocking his head to the side Silas smirks before placing his hand over his crotch and grabbing himself motioning at me.
Gross. I think to myself.
I give him no reply and no satisfaction, putting my head back down on my sun bed.
“Too bad princess, this could have been yours.” Silas winks at me.
“Pig,” I murmur.
I do my best to not let it show but Silas affects me more than I would like, it’s a weird combination of intimidation, grossness and slightly turned on but there is also something else there, a feeling I just can’t put my finger on.
It’s nearly dinner time so I quickly make my way up to my room and get dressed. I haven’t unpacked all of my things yet so I do my best with what I have. It’s slightly more revealing than I’d like but no time to waste. I don't want to be late for our first family dinner.
Sitting at the dinner table feels overwhelming, it’s a lot bigger than I’m used to and I miss the coziness of our old one.
It doesn’t help the company sitting with us, I don’t really feel like eating.
I’ve nibbled at my food. The best I can do is at least make it seem like I'm trying to participate in our family dinner but my brain is racing from the last twenty-four hours. Between leaving my previous life, my asshole stepbrother and another one of those dreams, my stomach just isn’t really feeling up to eating and the last thing I want to do is play happy families.
Silas watches me from the corner of his eye, it seems his fixation on me isn’t just when we were alone.
I want to roll my eyes at him and give him a little sass, but the jerk lifts the corner of his mouth in a slight smirk, forcing a frown from me instead.
Lifting my glass to my mouth I swallow down the cold water wishing it is something a little stronger, I don’t normally drink but in this circumstance I really wish I’d said yes to Cranford when he had offered me some wine.
I can feel Silas’ eyes on me as I swallow down my drink. I catch a glimpse of him in my peripheral vision and I can see a devilish grin grow on his face.
I’m trying my best not to let his intimidation tactics work on me but I’m starting to crack. I feel so small sitting across from him. Our parents are in a world of their own completely loved up, completely ignoring us .
I need to get away, even for just a few moments to collect my thoughts.
“Excuse me,” I murmur standing pushing my chair back. I need to use the restroom. I may as well not have said anything as my Mom and Cranford paid no attention to me as I leave the table.
I head towards the bathroom, I need to splash some water on my face and work out how I'm going to negotiate the rest of dinner.
I twist the handle on the door, opening it and walking through but as I try to close the door a hand blocks it and forces it back open.
Silas pushes it back open and his penetrating stare cuts deep into me.
Silas pushes his way into the bathroom, without saying a word he backs me into a wall and plants his hands on the wall beside me, trapping me.
Breathing heavily he stares down at me, his jaw clenches while his eyes bore into my soul.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I practically yell at him.
“Tell me Princess,” he sneers, “have you enjoyed your little trade up in life so far?”
“Get the fuck off me,” I shoot back at him quickly.
His strong hand grips around my forearm, holding me against the wall, while his other hand grips my chin between his fingers. His gaze intensifies as he peers down at me like he’s ready to destroy me just for breathing. Even now I struggle to do that properly.
He leans in close to me and in a strangely calm voice says, ”We were happy until you came along. Your cunt of a mother will never replace mine, you understand?”
“I don’t know Silas, he seems pretty happy now.” I reply sarcastically with a smirk.
His demeanor quickly changes from his calm tone and before I can think of moving his strong hand is around my throat snatching the air from my lungs, I reach for it and try to fight it off but he easily defends my attempts with his other hand.
The air is quickly leaving my body, Silas can see this and a wicked, upturn grin spreads on his face.
He loosens his grip on my throat, still holding me but allowing me to take my first gasp of air as a tear rolls down my cheek.
“I saw what you were doing at the pool, teasing me, tempting me. I know what you are, you’re just another whore like your mother.” he says.
It’s not until I feel his hardness against my thigh that I realize him stealing my breath away is turning him on.
“I’m going to enjoy using you, filling every hole until my cum seeps out of you. But I’d bet you’d like that wouldn't you princess?” He whispers in my ear. My body trembles against my will, my heart beats rapidly against my chest, Silas is so close he can feel it. He finally lets go.
That name.
“You fucking asshole, I couldn’t breathe.” I hiss, hitting at him, my fists connecting with his chest, as I began sucking in a deep breath of fresh air.
Wiping his hand across his mouth staring daggers into me before he adjusts himself.
He scoffs. “That’s the whole point princess. Next time don’t be such a tease.”
“You’re sick.” I reply.
“Sick? I bet you’re one of those girls who loves being choked when they get fucked”
A soft gasp leaves me and I’m almost too afraid to speak.
Silas smirks before he chuckles.
“Ha I knew it, turned on a little, are we Princess?” Don’t worry I like it when you fight, it makes me hard.”
“You’re disgusting.” I reply.
“You think I care what you think Princess?” he snarls.
Silas steps back, giving me a little room but still blocking the door.
“You know it’s not safe around here. Someone was murdered just a few weeks ago in a cemetery not too far away,” Silas glowers with a slight chuckle.
My brain begins to melt, what the fuck did he just say?
“What the fuck did you just say?” I bleat.
“I’m just saying, nowhere is safe these days, this nice neighborhood, your fancy new school and not even in the halls of this house, especially at night,” he says, smiling a cocky smile at me.
That’s not good enough. I need more information, I go to ask Silas a follow up question but before I can his hand is back around my throat, choking me.
“The next time you tease me like that, I won't be so merciful, the next time I will have you on your knees taking my cock like the good little whore you are. Do you understand?” He says with a rage I have never seen before.
I nod my head, staying silent.
My heart beats rapidly against my chest. I have no doubt Silas can feel it, the rhythmic sound showing my true feelings.
“Cat got your tongue princess?”
“I’m not afraid of you,”
Silas moves his body brushing against mine, my nipples harden under my shirt, I can feel the hardness of Silas’ cock pushing against me as he crowds me against the wall.
“You should be, you should be deathly afraid of me princess.”
“Screw you,” I snap. Silas grips my wrist before I have the chance to take a step, his eyes darken burning with hatred.
I gulp loudly and Silas watches as my throat bobs. He smiles taking in the way my throat constricts, he’s enjoying seeing my fear.
His hand snakes around my neck, squeezing until I can't breathe.
Towering over me Silas holds me against my will as his fingers begin to tighten even more.
“I could kill you right now whore.”
I thrash around trying to free myself, slapping at his chest but he pushes into me further holding me against the wall as his breathing escalates. I have no doubt he could snap my neck right now.
His grin widens as he leans in further, completely oblivious to personal space.
“Truth or dare Princess?” he says, making my blood run cold .
No, it can’t be.
His lips ghost across my cheek, the slow motion sending a shiver down my spine.
I feel his hand creep down my back before he cups one of my cheeks in his hand, the smug grin on his face is insufferable.
“Say it.” he says, gripping my chin.
“No.” I muse, not playing his game.
“You’ll play soon enough, you won’t have a choice,” he deadpans, his thumb dips into my mouth, sliding in deeper until my eyes begin to water. I can see the possessiveness appear just as quickly as it disappears. Slowly he removes his fingers and I find my chance.
Shoving his hand away, I try to push him away, but instead, he grips my arm holding me against his body.
“You can push all you want to, but just know I’ll push back just as much.
I am the fucking devil, I am the taker of life, I am the taker of souls and I’ll have no remorse when I snap your pretty little neck, princess.
” He hisses before releasing my neck from his powerful grip.
Silas turns walking towards the door, he opens it and before leaving he looks at me under his thick lashes, that dark gaze penetrating me to my core and just as quickly as he entered, he’s gone slamming the door behind him.
I sink to the floor, wiping the tears from my eye. What the fuck just happened? Why did I tease him by the pool, why did he mention the murder in the cemetery and why the fuck is my pussy wet again?
I slowly pull myself to my feet and take a look in the mirror. Silas’ red hand print is still visible around my throat. The mark a reminder no matter what he’ll come for me.
Tonight I found out the devil is real and his name is Silas.
He’s going to drag me to hell until the fire swallows me whole and the only thing left is my charred remains.