3. Mila
3
MILA
I woke up with a start.
For one sweet, blissful moment, I had forgotten all about the horrible reality I’d found myself in last night.
For one blissful moment, I could just enjoy waking up to the sun barely appearing through the clouds, the fresh, cool morning air against the bare skin on one arm peeking out from the blanket, and even the warm heat emanating behind in a surprisingly comfortable way. And the softness of the bed beneath me—softness I had never felt before.
I snuggled closer into the covers, until the arms that were wrapped tightly around my body like the tentacles of a sadistic octopus that wanted to eat me alive moved, bringing my reality back into clear focus.
I took a sharp breath as soft lips searched the skin on the side of my neck.
This man wasn’t shy about showing his affection.
I wished he wouldn’t—not because I found his lips repulsive. Quite the opposite, actually, and I hated the confusing emotions he was able to bring out of me from such a simple kiss.
He’d taken me.
He planned on keeping me for… however long it would take for him to grow bored of me.
He planned on sharing me with his brothers, and he’d seen me naked yesterday.
His hands were still positioned in a way that I hated.
I wiggled against him, bringing the touch of his warm palm against my pussy into clear focus. At some point during the night, the shirt he’d lent me for bed had ridden up.
There were no barriers between us, and he was cupping my pussy.
“Silas.” I wiggled more against him. He gripped me harder and pulled me back until my butt rubbed against his hard-on. I stilled at the contact, and he let out a gruff chuckle.
“Fuck, waking up with you every morning is going be? the best part of my day. How could I not know how good this would be?” he muttered.
“D-don’t try to play innocent. I’m sure you’ve invited plenty of women to your bed.”
“Are you jealous, angel?” he asked.
I scoffed. If only he would just take any of those women and leave me alone.
He pulled my earlobe into his mouth, sucking on it. Tingles ran up and down the back of my neck.
“I’ve had other women in my bed before,” he admitted. “But they never stayed the night. I would not risk falling asleep next to a strange woman.”
“You—”
I gasped when he moved his finger slightly across my clit. I closed my eyes.
“Yeah?” he asked, and he didn’t bother to hide the smile in his voice.
I grabbed the sheets and gripped them tightly in my fist.
“You fell asleep with me.” Twice.
“So I did,” he answered. “You’re different.”
“As if,” I said. What a fucking line. He didn’t need to say any of that to me. I was exactly where he wanted me, and whether I wanted to be here was irrelevant.
“Silas,” I said, trying to get out of bed.
He shook his head and smoothed his other hand down my shirt, to the hem. He slid his hand inside and placed it just below my breasts.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my heart beating too hard against my chest from his warm, bare hand against my skin. I wondered if he could feel how out of control my heart was reacting. Could hear it.
It certainly sounded loud in my ears.
“Touching you.” His warm breath hit my skin, and I shivered. “Worshiping you… reminding you.”
Had I known all along he was only here to abduct me, I wouldn’t have allowed even a kiss, no matter how innocent that kiss had seemed.
“You’re sick,” was all I could utter, because now the touches he placed on my clit weren’t gentle swipes but noticeable hard ones, as the pad of one rough finger moved in a circular motion around the bundle of nerves.
Heat built through me, and what was more, the telltale signs of my arousal.
My body’s physical reaction had nothing to do with my mind or my wants and desires, but fuck if his touches weren’t fucking me up a little more each time he swiped across, eliciting a wave of pleasure I had never felt so profoundly until him.
“Perhaps I am. I don’t know any other way to be,” he said quietly.
I opened my mouth—to say what, I didn’t know—but he quickened his pace. I whimpered before I could think better of it, my back arching, my ass pushing into his hard-on.
“Silas,” I said, and at this point, I didn’t know if it was a protest or a plea.
I closed my eyes. I wished he would stop—and fuck. Don’t stop.
“Ride my hand, baby girl. Show me what I do to you,” he said urgently, gliding his hand down to my center, two fingers spreading the lips of my sex, but he didn’t enter me.
He teased the entrance. “Fuck. Look how wet you are for me already.”
I shook my head, not to deny his statement—I just didn’t know how to respond to his blunt words.
I bit the inside of my cheek.
“It’s okay. This pussy belongs to me now. It’s fucking mine, and I always take good care of my things. I won’t ever neglect it. Now, be a good girl and ride my fucking hand, angel.”
Again, I shook my head, but this time, it was to answer him. “Fuck you.”
“Fuck my hand,” he retorted, moving said hand up and down my crease. I closed my eyes as I was hit with another bout of arousal, this one much more prominent. I had never felt like this before.
Tears stung my eyes as he continued to play with me. But they weren’t tears of sadness. No, this was much fucking worse. Everything was too… intense .
“Fuck, baby. That’s it. Good girl.”
I hadn’t even realized my hips were moving to the rhythm of his hand until he said it. Now that I was—I was riding his hand, I didn’t know how to stop.
I didn’t want to stop.
My hips grated harder, my legs squeezing him, trapping him there as I took him for my own pleasure. The hand splayed on my middle moved up, and he started to tweak at my hard nipple.
“Oh, God,” I groaned. He abused the sensitive nub, his touch rough and menacing—so much like the man himself—and I didn’t know how to tell him to stop.
I wanted more.
I needed more.
“Silas.”
He sucked on the skin on my neck before spreading my legs by bringing his between my own. His fingers found my entrance once more, and he speared me with two thick digits.
I grunted in pain, and he stilled.
“Shit, sorry, baby. I should have prepared you better,” he said, sliding out and coming back to my clit.
He rubbed it harshly, and I could only lie there and take it.
He molded my breast around his huge palm, his fingers relentless. And pretty soon, I could feel my peak building.
A hint of fear entered. This was going to be a big one, and I didn’t think I could handle it.
Fuck!
I screamed when I came, and Silas prolonged my orgasm with short, sharp taps on my sex.
They hurt, but?—
They hurt so good.
Sweat coated my forehead, my breathing was hard and unstable, and I was suddenly afraid to go back to my own reality.
What the hell just happened?
I turned around and met tumultuous brown eyes.
I didn’t know what to make of the expression on his face.
And he was still touching me.
His thumb moved back and forth on the tip of my nipple, causing a flutter of arousal to shoot through all my nerve endings.
I swallowed, and he followed the movement with his devastating eyes.
He leaned down slowly, and my eyes widened when I realized what he was planning on doing. He was going to kiss me!
I had one moment of freak-out before I turned away, breaking the spell.
He pulled away from me, his movement hesitant and unsure. I gave him my back and looked out the window, trying to get my own bearings.
Mortification tightened my cheeks.
I couldn’t believe I had done that. Couldn’t believe that he had done that to me.
“Go get dressed, Mila. We’re going to get on the road soon.”
So soon?
I turned around and met his eyes.
It was still early. I wasn’t ready to return to Chicago. I didn’t think there could be any time when I could really prepare for the return, but that was beside the point.
How fucking messed up.
I blinked, and I hadn’t realized until now how badly I just wanted to let everything go, let the weight on my shoulders fall. Even the thought of getting out of this bed was unbearable.
Silas looked at me strangely.
“Go get ready, Mila.”
“I don’t have clothes,” I said, my voice oddly subdued.
“I’ll bring your bag to you.”
And then he left for the bathroom before I could respond, leaving me to stare after him. I focused my gaze on the small portion of the tribal art that covered his right shoulder blade as he shut the door behind him.
I blinked and looked around the room, so lost.
I didn’t know where the other two went last night, but it took a while for them to return to the hotel room.
By then, it was eight in the morning.
Silas and I barely spoke to each other, and I didn’t know which was more unnerving, his mischievous side or his silent one. I was about ready to jump out of my skin when the door finally opened and the two large men entered, each wearing their signature expressions: a scowling one and an indifferent one.
I moved my gaze back to Silas, because as much as all three of them intimidated the hell out of me, Silas was, at least, a known monster.
It had to count for something.
I hoped.
“Let’s go,” Killian said, barely sparing me a glance. The look in his eyes said he didn’t think much of me, and I hated that I was hurt by that.
I was a fucking stupid girl.
I stood up and headed toward the door, following Maverick, with Silas close behind me.
Silas wrapped a possessive arm around me. I was sure that on the outside, it looked like I was in the protective embrace of my lover.
The other two brothers mostly ignored me, though I was sure they were aware of my every little movement. I was sure they were trained to be aware. Had to be, considering they’d probably killed more than most men I’d known.
I had expected that from Killian, but Maverick—I didn’t even want to think about the one night we spent with each other. And it seemed he couldn’t care less about it.
I kept my eyes trained on the hard floor of the elevator.
I was wearing Silas’ black shirt and gray sweatpants that were too long and too wide on me. He’d never brought my bag. In fact, I didn’t even know what happened to it, and I didn’t want to ask Silas, especially when he seemed to be in some sort of weird mood after?—
After he’d made me come.
Silas’ hold tightened when the elevator doors opened, revealing the busy lobby.
We came in late last night, and I had only seen a handful of people then.
It wasn’t the case any longer and it was in the back of my mind to call out for help when Silas leaned down, his lips touching my ear.
“I wouldn’t do anything stupid if I were you. Do you think you’ll miraculously manage to escape me?”
I gritted my teeth together to not show any reaction to his words.
He was exactly like Dad, who had used my fear and his strength to control me.
I was right back to where I had been, only this time, I had new prison wardens.
He kissed my temple, and I could feel a small tic twitching in the side of my jaw.
The truck was already out front waiting for us and, like last night, Maverick took the driver’s seat, Killian sat up front with him, and Silas sat in the back with me, testing the limit of my personal space.
It was pointless to try to put any space between us. Silas soon ate it up, and the three men took up so much energy in the car, it was almost suffocating.
I took a deep breath when Silas reached over and buckled me in.
My eyes met Maverick’s dark, unreadable blue eyes in the rearview mirror before he drove us out of the hotel lot.
The trip was silent.
I couldn’t even bring myself to pay attention to my surroundings or to what the brothers were discussing. Despite having gone to bed earlier than usual, I was bone tired.
Once I regained some strength and could come up with an escape plan, things had to be okay. And this time, I would go where no one knew me. Where there was no connection—as I was sure that was how they’d found me.
They found out about my mom’s connection in New Orleans.
I had made it too easy for the brothers to find me.
It wouldn’t be a mistake I made twice.
For now, we were going back to Chicago.