17. Silas
Silas
I wasn't one to lose focus. If anything, I hyper-fixated on things in my life.
I’d always been told it was a toxic trait, one that would eventually get me in trouble.
That was one of the first things I learned about myself as a child.
In the beginning, it was over small things, items that held my attention long enough to grant me a temporary dose of happiness.
As an adult, I struggled to find something outside of Ruined that gave me that same rush…
but now I knew, it was all because I was waiting for her.
She was it, the one thing I never saw coming. Ember was more than just an addiction, she was like a fucking drug I needed to feel in my bloodstream. The way she tasted, the raging fire her soul was made from—I needed to own every piece of her.
That thought forced the next words out of my mouth. “Tell me I'm right, and I'll let you cum.”
A small groan from her was my only answer, one clearly laced with refusal.
I snarled back as I forced my fingers inside of her, once again making her climb.
As I lowered my lips to the sweet taste of her, I made sure to focus on that one spot that made her body tense.
I could feel it, the way she coiled. Just like before, I pulled away and waited.
Ember whimpered back, the sound almost enough to make me break. Her voice, broken and raw, finally filled my ears. “You're right.”
“Louder,” I growled.
“I belong to you.”
Four words, and my tongue returned to her, flicking at a higher speed.
I had maxed out her sensitivity, but she was held down now, allowed just enough room to buck through her release.
As soon as it hit, I lapped slowly, just long enough before I stood and wrapped her legs around me before I moved us.
For a split second, I was scared to look at her without my mask but then I realized how her head hung.
The sight was enough to make me smile. This was her one chance to take advantage of me, of the situation, and clearly, she chose not to.
She chose me. With every sensation heightened, I pushed her back into the bookshelf and made her take every inch of me.
The feeling around me was instant as I fought against my own release.
I never wanted this to end, especially now as I fucked her up against the shelves.
I didn't think anything in this world, in this lifetime, could stop this feeling.
The sound she made, the way she clawed at my back—I forgot there was even a possibility that she could see me.
I knew she wouldn't look though, she was too busy listening so goddamn well.
Pulling her close to my chest, I placed my mouth next to her ear as I pushed inside of her over and over.
“You can threaten me with the cops. You can pretend other men have a chance.
You can even fight back as much as you want—you should know by now that I actually prefer it that way, but just know that you're mine, Ember.” I gave her more as I gripped harder, pouring everything into her.
Wrapping my hand in her hair again, I pulled her head back, exposing her throat.
Running my tongue from the base of her jaw, toward the top, I bit down on her earlobe.
“Say it for me again. Say it into the fucking camera.”
“Fuck!” she managed to scream out.
“Tell him that you belong to me and no one else, Ember!” I demanded, as I licked the wound from the teeth and then kissed the exposed skin on her arms and chest.
Still, she refused to say it, the disobedience ultimately pushing me over the edge and causing me to fill her. I held onto her hips as I pulsed, watching the way her body spasmed. Even on the inside, I could feel it, the way her body tightened around me.
Even like this, especially like this, she was so goddamn beautiful.
Her head was tilted back against the books behind her as she calmed her breathing, her brown hair falling over her shoulders.
Pulling the mask off her face, I settled it back around mine and watched as she opened her eyes for me.
Blinking a few times, she adjusted her vision to the low light around us.
I watched for a moment, before setting her down and pulling her close.
Pushing her legs open, I ran my finger over her lips before pushing my cum deeper inside of her. “Next time you think there’s any chance that I don’t own you, I want you to remember how it feels to be filled by me.”
A choked moan escaped her, but I knew she understood what I’d said.
Straightening her dress out, I bent and picked up all the books we had knocked over.
Sliding the last one back into it's home, I rested my hand there for a second before standing.
The air was still charged between us, filled with everything she refused to admit.
Good.
Buttoning my pants, I watched her brush out her hair with her fingers. Then, I turned to the door, unlocking it with a quiet click. I didn’t open it just yet. Instead, I looked back at her. “You know the funny thing about control?” I said.
She didn’t answer, and I knew it was because she was still trying to fight her feelings for me.
Taking a step toward her, I moved slow enough that she had time to react if she was going to, but she didn’t.
“Everyone thinks it’s about holding onto it,” I continued, my voice even.
“Keeping it. Protecting it.” I took another step.
“But it’s not.” I saw it in her now, the fire that refused to dim even when the oxygen in the room was thin.
“It’s about what happens,” I added quietly, “when it’s ripped away completely.
” I stopped in front of her again, close enough that I could see her unsteady breaths.
“You don't get a choice in what happens now.” My fingers brushed her arm, light at first, then steady as my hand settled briefly on her lower back. “You have claimed a piece of me because you’re meant to have it, just like you’re meant to be mine. You’ll see.”
“You’re wrong,” she said, her volatile side still clearly out to play.
Bracing one hand against the wall beside her shoulder, I stayed near enough that the absence of contact felt deliberate.
“Then why give in to me again?” I asked quietly. “Why let me touch you?”
Her eyes flicked up to mine, irritation flashing hot, but there was no answer. Her mouth remained closed. At least she’s not trying to lie again.
“I’m wrong?” I repeat, almost thoughtful. “That’s interesting, considering I can still taste your pretty little cunt.”
“I—” She cut herself off, realizing the trap too late. “That’s not the point.”
“No,” I agreed, leaning in slightly. “It’s not.”
I held her eye contact through my mask because I knew she was unable to look away, to look anywhere else. If she turned her head, she relinquished her control. That was the beauty of this whole thing, the reason why this was going to work. I needed the control. She needed to feel like she had it.
“How bout I make you a deal,” I murmured. “You decide that you really don’t want this, and you can tell me to fuck off.”
“Fuck—” she said immediately.
Too fast.
“Say it now, and I won’t touch you again. Ever.”
She opened her mouth to speak but closed it again without finishing her sentence. Fuck, my dick was getting hard again.
I needed her to understand how serious I was, to know that I had no hesitation.
I let the moment sit—just long enough for her to process it, then I stepped back.
The space between us returned, but it didn’t undo anything I’d said.
Nothing between us could be undone. I turned, reaching for the door to pull it open.
Cool air slipped into the room, breaking the tension just enough to make it breathable again.
“You should know I mean what I say. I disabled the cameras before I came in.” I didn't look back as I left.