10. Silas
10
SILAS
I didn’t answer her right away.
I wondered if she really didn't know.
She had the same look my brothers and I had in the months after her father ran us out of Chicago.
The haunted, traumatized, thinking “everyone is out to get me” kind of look. Even if I hadn’t known who she was or what her family history was like, I would still have guessed she was running away from something.
“Like you’ve seen a lot of shit in this world. You’re too young to have that look on your face.”
She scoffed. “I’m not that young.”
“Yeah? How old are you?”
“How old are you?” she asked, bringing my question back to me.
I laughed. Fuck, but she was fun to talk to. “Older than you.”
She huffed through her mouth, not saying anything.
It wasn’t until I pulled back into the motel that she finally spoke again. “I’m twenty-four. I’ll be twenty-five soon.”
I held in a grin, as if her turning twenty-five in a little under two months from now really meant she was old.
“Still just a baby,” I said, parking the car in front of her door.
She briefly glanced at it. I had expected her to jump out of the car as soon as I got her here, but she stayed where she was and turned to me, a small frown on her face.
“Not a baby. Not that young.”
I didn’t laugh, though I wanted to. Surely, she wouldn’t appreciate it. “Really?”
She crossed her arms over her chest, drawing my gaze to those perky tits of hers. Fuck, but my mouth watered just imagining taking a rigid nipple into it and teasing her.
I shifted a little in my seat as she responded to me.
“Really. Besides, age is just a number. It’s as you’ve said. I’ve seen a lot of shit.”
I’d almost forgotten what we were talking about.
I nodded. “In some instances, sure, age is just a number. But in others… sometimes, innocence should be preserved.”
She turned more to me. “Innocence?”
I nodded, moving a little closer to her. “Innocence. Look at you, angel. An epitome of innocence.”
She rolled her eyes but didn’t try to move away from me. Her sweet breath fanned across my face, drawing goose bumps to my skin. If she knew what was good for her, she would get as far away from me as possible.
“You don’t think so?” I asked. “You know, that tough exterior you’ve got will only get you so far. I can see beneath the armor, princess. And what I see is a scared girl, not wanting to be alone and not knowing how to ask me.”
“Ask you what?”
I moved another centimeter closer. A few more, and our lips would touch. “Ask me to stay. Ask me to fight off the demons, even if it’s just for one night.”
“I don’t know you. You don’t know me. I don’t need you to play my knight in shining armor.”
“I’m no one’s knight, baby. But I can help keep the demons away from you. Just ask.”
“How?”
Fuck me.
I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her into me. Her gasp of surprise was the last thing I heard before my lips slammed against hers. I wasted no time and delved my tongue into her mouth.
Our kiss started out frantic. Demanding. She was tense in my arms but didn’t pull away from me. I felt it the moment she gave in. Her entire body, her soul , softened. I slowed the kiss and took my time exploring her. My tongue glided over hers, the hot, velvety taste of her consuming my entire being and holding me captive.
If there had ever been a time when I could have let her go, we were past it now.
There was no way Mila Hayes wouldn’t be mine. Even if I had to steal her.
“Kiss me back,” I whispered to her when I pulled my lips away slightly.
She made a small sound, a mix between a moan and a cry.
“Kiss me,” I demanded.
Slowly, she kissed me back.
Judging from her movements, I’d say she hadn’t kissed many men in her lifetime.
Fuck.
Epitome of innocence was right.
And how badly I wanted to tarnish her. How badly I wanted to be the man she gave her innocence to. The thought was almost too much to fucking bear.
I kissed her harder, and she responded in kind, so fucking sensitive to my touch. I could say she responded simply because it was a kiss, but I fucking knew better. She was responding this way because I was the one kissing her. I knew it, because fuck me, I didn’t think I had ever responded this strongly from kissing another woman.
She was something else altogether.
Fucking ethereal was right.
My hand reached down for her seatbelt buckle, needing her closer to me.
I pressed it, releasing the belt. It clicked loudly in the silent car.
Mila tensed in my arms at the noise, but I didn’t give her time to think. I pulled her bottom lip into my mouth and bit into the plump flesh teasingly. She let out a loud moan that had my dick twitching in my pants.
“Silas,” she whispered.
Sweetest fucking sound.
I reached over and pulled her toward me, setting her on my lap, her back pressed against the steering wheel.
Our lips never lost contact.
I pulled her hair roughly to the side, staring into her green-blue, lust-filled eyes. “Tell me you want this,” I gritted out.
She frowned slightly, as if she didn’t understand what I was talking about.
“Tell me you want me.”
She sucked in a sharp breath, and I smiled viciously at her.
“Tell me you want to come.”
A slight flush moved across her cheeks, and my smile widened. “I can make it happen. I can make you see stars.”
“I-I?—”
I waited patiently for her.
“I don’t even know what to say to that,” she finally said.
I leaned down and kissed the corner of her mouth before moving my lips to the side of her ear and softly saying, “It’s a yes or no question, baby. All you gotta do is say yes—” I moved my hands down from her shoulders to her waist, and up her rib cage. She looked at me and bit her bottom lip. “Or no.”
I kept my hand just beneath her tits, not really touching her where I really fucking wanted to.
I watched her throat move up and down as she swallowed.
“Y-yes,” she finally stuttered.
“Good girl,” I whispered, moving my hand up and finally— finally —cupping her perfect, soft tits.
She was the perfect fucking handful.
We groaned at the same time as I fondled her, pressing my lips once more over hers and kissing her like I was fucking dying and she was my last wish—and at this moment, it felt like it.
It felt like… absolution. Even if I hadn’t been looking for it. It felt freeing. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer to her. I felt it deep underneath my skin. My hands moved down to the hem of her shirt, slowly, carefully, pulling the fabric up.
She pulled away from the kiss and let me take the shirt off her. I took her in. The moon and a lone distant streetlight provided just enough light. From her wide eyes to her swollen lips, she was fucking mesmerizing. If I could keep her looking like this forever, I would.
I threw the shirt down on the passenger seat and gazed at her porcelain skin and a lacy black bra that did nothing to hide her shape.
I licked my lips, and she whimpered.
My hand moved to her back, and I unbuckled her bra.
She drew a shaky breath, but did nothing to stop me.
I pulled the flimsy fabric down her arms, revealing her tits to my gaze.
“Fuck me,” I whispered, molding one with my hand, her hard nipple poking at my palm. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
She shot me a shy smile. Leaning back, I pulled her to me and kissed her again. She came willingly.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew she was only doing this to forget all that had happened in her life so far, and with what happened with that fucker, Lenny. She would probably come to regret this in the morning, but I couldn’t make myself stop.
Never had I felt so out of control.
I pulled away and kissed my way down, letting my lips smoothly glide over her jawline and down to her neck, and sucking on the skin there. The urge to give her a hickey was fucking strong—so that was what I did.
I sucked on the skin until I was sure I’d left my mark. Her fingers twined in my hair, pulling on it roughly every time I sucked.
Hell.
I moved my lips down to her collarbone, over the top of her tit, one to the other, and took her nipple into my mouth.
“Ahh… fuck, Silas!”
I met her eyes, never taking my lips away from her, sucking harder before I rolled the swollen nub with my teeth. Her back arched, pushing her more into me.
How responsive.
I wondered if she had always been like this. I shook away the thought, not wanting to think about her with other men. I might go on a fucking murder rampage.
“Hey— ow ! Not so fucking hard, geez.” She slapped her hand on my shoulder, and I lessened my bite before letting go of her nipple from my teeth. I licked it in apology, and she went slack in my arms once more. I kept licking her until she was squirming in my lap and it was obvious she needed to come.
“Shift up a little for me,” I said, moving my hands to her hips and helping her out. I unbuttoned her jeans, pulling the zipper down. She stared at me with dark eyes, her bottom lip going back between her teeth.
I leaned up and pulled it away with my own teeth before kissing her. My hand crept inside her pants, underneath her panties, until I was cupping her sweet, soft mound.
Fuck, but she was so wet.
She tensed and pulled away. I waited for her to tell me to let go. When she didn’t say anything, I started to move my fingers. Slowly at first, working her into a torturous frenzy. When she threw her head back on a loud moan, I quickened my pace, working my fingers over her swollen clit before moving down her slit toward her entrance.
I pushed one finger inside her. Her mouth opened but nothing came out as I finger-fucked her.
My cock pushed against my jeans almost painfully.
Hell, I couldn’t fucking wait until I was inside her. She was impossibly tight, and every time I moved my finger back in, she would squeeze her walls around me—torturing me, but what exquisite torture it was.
“That’s right, baby. Suck my finger in. I can feel how wet you are. Are you close?”
Her eyes opened in thin slits, her brow furrowing, as if she didn’t know what I meant by that.
Jesus Christ, but just how innocent was this girl?
I pushed in deeper and curved my finger, hitting her G-spot. She threw her arms around me and mewled before bringing her mouth to my shoulder and biting down. The pain only drove me closer to insanity. I worked her harder with my finger until she was crying in my arms, her back arching forward.
“Fuck, baby. That’s it. Fuck.”
More arousal gushed out, dampening my palm, and the inner walls of her pussy convulsed, signaling the beginning of her orgasm. I pumped my finger three more times, and she fell, shuddering against me, unable to control her reaction.
“Good girl,” I murmured softly in her ear. Fuck, but now I was addicted. How unfortunate for Mila Hayes. She wouldn’t be able to escape me now.
I knew the moment she came back down from her high, when she didn’t have lust fogging up her brain anymore. I could feel her tensing in my arms. I also knew she wouldn’t be inviting me back inside the motel room with her. Not tonight, but perhaps?—
“I should go,” she said quietly, grabbing her shirt and pulling it on. Her bra was somewhere in the car, but she was probably too embarrassed to look for it. Lucky me, I would be taking it as a keepsake. She opened the door to the driver’s side of the car and hopped out. I bit back a groan when her thigh brushed against my hard cock and her ass pushed up just a few inches from my face.
Fuck me, I was only a man. Did she really think I had the self-control of a saint?
I shook my head as she moved out of the car, holding out her hand expectantly.
I got out, too, handing the car key over to her. She wouldn’t meet my eyes as I walked her to the door. “It’s late. You should probably go,” she said.
“Mila, look at me.”
She shook her head.
“Mila.”
With a disgruntled sigh that had me biting back a smile, she inclined her head to meet my eyes. I had never met another person with eyes her color. They seemed to change at the drop of a hat, varying between shades of blue and green. I was so fucking fascinated I could probably get lost in them.
“You know there is nothing to be embarrassed about, don’t you?”
She didn’t say anything, which told me that was exactly how she was feeling.
“We’re both adults here.”
“Yes, but one of us is a man,” she commented.
I frowned. “Yes, I know.”
Damn, did I fucking know, considering I’d had my finger deep inside her warm pussy, searching for and finding nirvana.
“Which means I am at a disadvantage,” she said softly.
“What do you mean?”
“Of course, you wouldn’t understand.”
I grasped her shoulder and bent down so we were at eye level. “Then make me understand.”
She shook her head. “No matter what, I’m still viewed as less than for letting you… letting you do that to me.”
“I made you come.”
She blushed all the way to the roots of her hair. “Yes, I know.”
“Baby, there is nothing wrong or shameful about what happened in the car. You know that, don’t you? I don’t view you any differently, or less.”
Fuck that shit. That way of thinking was fucking toxic to women and to society, and that was coming from me , a man who’d probably committed every unspeakable sin in the book.
“We barely know each other.”
“That can change.” And how badly I wanted to get to know her. To know every single little thing there was to know about Mila Hayes.
“But it doesn’t change that we don’t know each other now .”
“Does that matter?”
“Yes.”
I shook my head. “Did you enjoy it?”
“That’s not important,” she said, almost desperately.
I shook her a little. “Did you enjoy it?”
“Yes.” The word seemed to be wrung out of her.
“Then that’s all that matters. Understand? No one can tell you how to live, or how to feel. I don’t know what bullshit you grew up with to think your feelings don’t matter, but fuck that. I enjoyed doing that with you, and you enjoyed being on the receiving end of my… gift.”
She narrowed her eyes, but the corners of her lips twitched. “Gift? Someone certainly thinks highly of himself.”
“Oh, baby. You have no idea. And just wait until you see the full extent of my gift. I’ll make you see heaven.”
She giggled, the sound surprising me. It must have surprised her, too, judging by her expression.
“I should go back in,” she said. I nodded, glancing at the surrounding building. This really wasn’t the safest place to be, and something about having Mila spend another night alone in this shitty motel raised my hackles like nothing else.
“Go in and lock the door, baby,” I said, not missing the irony of my words. I was concerned about her safety, but what Mila didn’t know was that soon, I was going to be the biggest monster in her life.
She bit her bottom lip and nodded. Opening the door, she crossed the threshold and turned to look at me. She seemed to want to say something, but at the last moment, changed her mind and shut the door. I waited until I heard the lock click into place before I walked off the motel’s property.
It didn’t take long for Killian to find me.
I got in the car and turned to my brother. Even with the low lighting, I could tell his face was set in disapproval.
“I don’t want to hear it,” I said before he could speak.
I could imagine his lips thinning in annoyance.
“Maverick?” I asked.
“With the fucker you knocked out.”
I smiled. “Perfect. Let’s go see dear old Lenny. I have a feeling this is going to be fun.”