8. Silas
8
SILAS
Killian was in a bad mood, and all our men had been avoiding him like a plague.
I knew why he was in a bad mood, and I was sure, deep down, Killian knew it, too, but he wasn’t ready to admit it to himself or anyone else.
That was okay.
It gave me more time to play with Mila.
Maverick had already taken up most of her nights, coming in and making her come with his mouth, and I had been staying away, giving them some time to bond, but fuck, how I missed my little angel.
Everything was still so out of balance. Mila was the only thing keeping me from falling apart right now.
We had been prepared for it when we’d decided to attack Daniel Hayes and his men, but it didn’t make it any easier to swallow that we had been ambushed leaving that restaurant, or that Maverick had gotten hit.
A few more inches, and he could have been taken away from us.
I shook my head and exited my car, taking in the huge-ass mansion.
It was as ostentatious as it was big. It made a fucking statement to anyone driving by, and that was the way we wanted it.
It was better than the fucking house we grew up in.
I had vowed the night we were forced to leave that I would never step foot into that place again. Not until we were able to take back what was rightfully ours. And I kept that promise. The first time I stepped foot on that property was the night my brothers and I destroyed the Heartless Saints MC and killed Daniel Hayes.
We should have burned the house down after. It was still standing, and I didn’t think I could go back and resist the urge to burn it to the ground.
It was the place where the old bastard stabbed our mother to death and left her body on the bed for Maverick to find.
A fucking lesson, he called it.
All it taught us was that we were the children of a monster.
Perhaps that was why the house was still standing now.
To remind us we were nothing more than the savages the world said we were.
I went inside and looked around the quiet place.
It was barely nine in the evening.
Maverick was off at one of our clubs, trying to find the men who had attacked us, and Killian was off fuck if I knew where, doing fuck knew what.
He wouldn’t be coming home until late into the night, trying to avoid our little captive.
He would learn sooner or later that there was no avoiding her, so why bother trying?
I certainly wasn’t going to.
I grinned as I made my way up the stairs and headed directly to her room.
The light came through from the crack underneath the door, which told me she was still awake.
I opened it without knocking, and Mila jumped from her place on the bed, staring at me with wide eyes.
I grinned at her.
A hint of apprehension entered those fascinating sea-colored eyes of hers. Like every time I looked at her, I was hit with the urge to lose myself in them.
I was sure a man like me could drown in them if I wasn’t careful.
Without saying a word to her, I walked up and grabbed hold of her hand.
I tightened my grip a fraction. Not hard enough to hurt her—I didn’t want to hurt my little bird—but enough that she couldn’t escape me, and drew her close to my side.
She glared up at me, and I could feel my smile widening at the sight.
God, she was such a breath of fresh fucking air.
And that fire of hers… I was so fucking glad it hadn’t extinguished from everything that had happened so far. I was going to keep that fire alive for as long as I breathed, I vowed.
I couldn’t get enough of her.
I took her to the bathroom and turned on the light, letting go of her hand.
“Strip, baby,” I said as I shoved off my shirt. She stared at me for a long second, her eyes leaving a trail of a fiery blaze on the skin I showed, and I resisted the urge to flex for her.
My baby definitely liked what she saw.
My hands moved to the waistband of my jeans, and she blinked up at me.
I winked at her and unbuttoned the jeans. That caused her to come back to herself, and she took half a step back, stopping when I shot her a predatory look.
If she ran, I was chasing, and fuck me, but I would enjoy the chase a goddamn lot. I had to hold back a lot in New Orleans, afraid I might scare her off if I pushed too soon, too hard. But here in Chicago, I was going to show her every part of me that she completely owned.
I knew my eyes held a challenge in them. I didn’t know which I wanted more, for her to stay where I put her, or for her to fight me, to run away.
She noticeably swallowed, and, much to my disappointment, she didn’t run like I’d expected.
I shoved my jeans down. I was going commando, and my cock jumped out, hard and aching from her hot gaze.
She didn’t avert her eyes quickly enough. I caught her looking, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red that I was sure ran all the way down to her chest. Fuck me, but she was adorable.
She could fucking look and touch all she wanted. Lord knew my cock couldn’t get hard for anyone but her, ever since she made herself known to me.
And how fucking bad I wanted to get my dick wet inside her tight pussy.
She turned from me and I slowly walked over to her, making as much noise as possible. She still jumped when she felt my hands on her shoulders. I pulled her to me until there wasn’t a single space between our bodies, and my dick was nestled in the crack of her ass.
It twitched at the thought of dragging down her tight leggings and burying myself deep inside her.
My grip tightened just a fraction around her, shaking away the lustful thought.
The goal was to get her used to us and our touches, not scare her, and as much as Mila liked to act like a badass, she was still so skittish.
Much more so than any other woman I had ever interacted with.
I moved my hand up and down her arms, warding off the goosebumps. “Cold?” I asked softly, taking her left earlobe between my teeth.
“N-no.”
“Yeah?”
She nodded.
I turned her around to face me. She kept her eyes level with my chin, not meeting my eyes, and not dropping any lower.
“I just want to shower tonight. I’m fucking dirty from the night I had.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Not sure that’s the kind of stench you can wash off with a simple shower.”
I laughed. She was fucking cute as hell.
“You’re right. But the stench was already in my bloodline since the moment of my conception. Not a fucking thing I can do about it, angel. Might as well join in the fun.”
She frowned a little at that. “Babies aren’t born evil. I think… I think, at one point, you were innocent.”
I shook my head but didn’t respond to her. With Declan Tiernan as a father, I was destined to be a monster. Same as my brothers.
Just look at what we were doing to her.
Children were innocent, but so was she. Mila wasn’t a kid—thank fuck for that—but she was as innocent as they came.
I grasped her chin gently between two fingers and lifted until she met my eyes.
We didn’t say anything for a long moment, both of us simply breathing the same air.
I leaned forward and buried my face in the crook of her neck.
A small sign of weakness, I admitted to myself.
She tensed against me. I held her a little tighter, taking in her sweet scent.
Fuck me, but every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was the image of Maverick lying dead on the ground.
That bullet could have taken him away from us, and we still hadn’t found out who the fucking shooters were.
“Silas?” Mila asked, sounding unsure.
“Just a few more moments, angel. Everything quiets with you around.”
I felt her swallow, then her chest pushed in and out from a deep breath before, finally, she relaxed into me.
I held still when her arms went around me.
How sweet was that?
An angel trying to comfort a devil.
If I were a better man, I would have let her go.
I wasn’t a better man.
So I took advantage of her being so close to me, and held onto her a little longer, a little tighter.
When I stepped back, I turned on the shower, letting the water heat up.
“Strip, Angel.”
“Silas.”
I shook my head, shutting her up. “Strip, baby. Or I’ll help.”
My gaze traveled up and down her body.
She bit her bottom lip.
“I wouldn’t mind one bit.”
She frowned, grumbling something under her breath, and I turned away so she couldn’t catch my smirk.
I was an asshole, but at least I was self-aware of that.
It had to count for something, at least.
When I turned back around, her clothes were in a pile on the floor by her feet, and she was completely naked, vulnerable under my gaze.
I took her in from head to toe, from her shy, downcast eyes and blushing cheeks down to her tits—perky tits she was currently covering with her arms.
I could still recall the dusky pink in her nipples poking out, and my eyes moved down to her flat tummy, the cutest little belly button I had ever seen on any woman, and finally, to her freshly waxed pussy.
My mouth watered at all the pale skin on display in front of me.
My girl was curvy in all the right places, and I couldn’t wait for the day when she would lose those inhibitions with me.
I held out my hand and waited for her.
Slowly, she placed her tiny hand in mine, still keeping one arm crossed, covering her tits from my gaze.
I wondered if she would have done that if she realized the pose only placed more attention on her bare pussy.
Not that I would ever tell her that.
I quite liked the sight of her like this too much.
We got into the warm shower, and without saying anything, I pushed her against the glass wall. I let the water rain down on us and the steam fog up the glass.
Like this, I could almost pretend we were in our own little world.
She gasped as I knelt.
“You have no idea how hard it has been to stay away from you, ever since I found out Maverick took you to see Sarah.”
“S-Silas.”
I looked up and met her eyes. “Yes, angel?”
She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
I took a long swipe with my tongue up her slit, taking in the intoxicating scent and taste of her pussy.
Her legs trembled and she placed her palm flat on my forehead, trying to push me away.
My smile widened.
Didn’t she know the fight only drove my frenzy?
I ignored her and leaned forward, licking her again, lapping my tongue over her swollen clit.
“Silas!”
I groaned. “You’re so fucking sensitive to me. The lack of hair makes a difference, doesn’t it?”
I didn’t give her a chance to answer. I hoisted one leg up until it rested on my shoulder, baring all of her to my eyes.
Fuck.
I used the tip of my tongue to taste her tight little asshole.
“Silas!” she said.
I pulled back and stared up at her.
“You like it when I play with it,” I said.
There was no denying it.
Not with how much her pussy was gushing.
Fuck me, but I could see the arousal coating her inner thighs.
Without saying anything, I leaned forward and buried my face in her sweet little cunt.
She screamed out in ecstasy but didn’t fight me.
Her fingers weaved through my hair, tugging on it when I brought her pussy lips into my mouth, sucking.
A thud sounded above me, and it took a moment for me to realize it was her head falling back and bumping the glass wall as she closed her eyes, trying to enjoy the ride.
The poor baby was gonna be pissed once she realized what I had planned for her, though.
I smiled into her cunt before moving up to her clit.
Wouldn’t want to neglect such an important piece of flesh. And, sure enough, her legs shook as I lapped it.
My fingers quickly found her wet entrance, and without thinking, I stabbed a thick finger inside her.
She gasped, her back arched, and a gush of arousal seeped out from her greedy cunt.
My cunt.
I groaned, and finger-fucked her.
She was tight.
So fucking tight…
My thought from before came back.
Too tight.
Fuck me, but I was more sure of it now. She hadn’t confirmed it, but there was no other reason for her to be like this if she wasn’t?—
She was still a virgin.
Fuck me, but my little angel was far more innocent than I gave her credit for.
A sense of male satisfaction ran through my entire being, and it took everything in me not to stand up and beat my chest with my fists like a fucking caveman.
“Silas,” she whined, and I realized I had stopped.
“Shh, angel. I know exactly what you need,” I said, getting back into rhythm.
Her eyes closed once more, and I watched her in rapture, fucking fascinated by the very sight of her.
By the scent of her arousal, and by the small whimpers I bet she wasn’t even aware she was making.
My girl had a strong appetite, and luckily for her, she had three men to satisfy those cravings.
I leaned down and kissed her once more, before pulling out of her and standing up.
She frowned up at me with glazed eyes.
“What?”
I smiled and tucked a long strand of her wet blond hair behind her ear.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” I murmured, letting my lips glide against the soft skin of her cheek. Her vision cleared, and I could see the fire burning in her eyes because I hadn’t let her come.
She opened her mouth, and I knew my eyes were dancing as I waited for her to tell me to continue.
To beg me to let her come.
I would do it if she gave me her sweet words, but fuck if I wasn’t enticed by the stubborn tilt of her chin, the flush in her cheeks, and the fire.
That fucking fire of hers was going to be the death of me, I swore it.
She shut her mouth after a while, and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing out loud.
I grabbed my aching cock and gave myself a few strokes, and unlike the other times, she didn’t look away.
She seemed to like the difference between our bodies, and I wondered just how far her inexperience went.
Was mine the first cock she’d seen? Had her mouth around? And now it was getting painful, the memory of her taking me in her mouth. I doubted I would get a repeat performance soon.
Had she ever seen a man come before me?
The more I considered it, the more turned on I got.
I squeezed the tip to keep from coming too soon, and she let out a small, silent gasp from my rough treatment.
I grabbed the shampoo bottle.
“Let’s get you cleaned up first,” I said.
Wordlessly, she turned from me.
I cleaned us up, and when I was sure we were both squeaky clean, I let my hands slowly move across her wet skin, stopping in all my favorite places and starting at her neck.
Her pulse jumped as I wrapped my hand around it.
This was a vulnerable part. I would have never let anyone get close enough to put their hands near my neck, and here I was, admiring the elegance of hers, the delicateness to it.
I could so easily break her.
I kissed the top of her head instead.
I wondered if she knew I would kill thousands upon thousands of men before I’d ever hurt her like that.
But in other ways…
I slapped the side of her tit, loving the way the flesh shook from the impact.
“What the fuck?” She turned those angry eyes to me.
Before she could say anything else, I plucked her nipple, abusing the flesh roughly, before I clamped the hardened tip between my thumb and forefinger.
She grabbed my wrist, trying to wrest away from my grip, her face contorted slightly from the pain.
I pinched a little harder.
“Do you like it when I play rough?” I asked.
She shook her head. “Silas.”
“Answer me, angel. And answer honestly.”
“No, you freak!”
I laughed and shut off the water. Her shoulders sagged when I let her go, and I pushed open the glass door and lifted her up in my arms.
She slapped her hand on my naked back.
I returned the favor by slapping her ass.
“Hey! Let go of me, you piece of shit! Let go!”
I slapped her ass again when she wiggled, and I almost dropped her. “Hold still. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She screamed, and I winced at the abuse of my eardrums. Jesus.
I flipped her on the bed, flat on her back, and looked down at her naked body.
She tried to sit up and push away from me, but I grabbed her legs and slid her back.
“I believe I owe you an orgasm. Can’t have my angel going to bed frustrated.”
“You son of a bit?—”
Her words were cut off when I buried my face between her legs, eating out her cunt with delirium.
She was the world’s most potent drug.
She tried to push me away, but that only worked to send me over the brink.
I spread her legs and gave myself better access.
Her hands came down on the top of my head, but she had stopped fighting me.
Good girl.
I suckled all her juices, using my tongue and teeth on her until new juices came out.
My hands moved up, and I grabbed her tits, playing with them as I continued to eat her out.
“Oh, God.”
“That’s right, baby,” I said. “Come as many times as you need.”
She shook her head, but stopped when I lapped her clit.
“Please,” she chanted. Her toes curled. “Please.”
My finger found her asshole and I pulled back and spit on her.
Her pussy lips clenched, and I smeared my spit down her crease until she was nice and lubricated for me.
I inserted a finger and slowly pumped in and out of her, letting her get used to the movement before I increased the pace.
Ass play was my favorite, and I was going to make it her favorite as well.
Her legs twisted and her eyes closed, her face etched in pleasure.
“That’s it, my sweet girl. Come for me.”
“Silas.” Her chest heaved, and she trembled. She was close, and it wouldn’t take long.
I leaned down and sucked on her center once more, before pulling back and taking in her quivering pussy.
She came on a shout after a few pumps from me.
Sensitive, she tried to move back, but I held her still and went back to eating her out.
Her body twisted. “No. I can’t. I can’t come again.”
“You can,” I said, letting her hear the command in my voice. Her body belonged to me, and I was going to treat this little property of mine with the greatest care. I was going to pleasure it… pleasure her any way I saw fit.
“Come again,” I said into her cunt.
I took the fleshy part of the outside lip inside my mouth.
“Come.”
She fell apart a second time.
Fucking perfect.
It was as if she was made for me.
I pulled out of her and climbed on the bed, drawing her close to me while she rode out the waves and waves of orgasms.
Perhaps she was too struck with delirium to realize it, and perhaps she might regret her actions later for showing me all her soft spots, her vulnerable points, but I didn’t fucking care, because she wasn’t fighting me.
No, my sweet little angel was clinging to me as tightly as I clung to her, her arms wrapped around my neck and her legs settling between mine.
I didn’t know how long we stayed like that, and I didn’t care.
Didn’t even fucking care that we had wet the bed from not drying off after the shower, and at some point, I would have to let her go and get her new sheets.
Or hell, maybe I should just bring her into my room.
The more I thought about her in my bed, surrounded by my things and wrapped tightly in my arms while we slept, the more I fucking liked it.
Mila was still clinging to me, and I didn’t want to ruin this moment by moving so soon, so I held still, reveling in feeling her in my arms like this.
She was wet, both from sweat and the shower, her chest moving in and out harshly as she tried to gather her composure, and she was soft every-fucking-where.
So unlike the women I had interacted with before.
Those women were hardened by the life.
They knew the score, and they knew they had to toughen themselves up against everything and everyone around them to survive.
And of course, there were perks to being with those women. I didn’t have to be so careful with them.
I wasn’t just careful with Mila—I was holding back.
Mila wasn’t like that.
My little warrior would surely like to think of herself as a badass, a hardened cynic, but I wondered if she ever noticed the dream that was still very much present in her eyes.
Did she know I would do any imaginable thing possible to preserve that dream?
She shifted on top of me, and I could almost sense the moment that awareness started to come to her.
She tensed slightly in my arms.
I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck and held her to me.
“It’s okay, angel.”
She let out a deep breath. “Let me go, Silas.”
“Wish I could.”
She sighed. “I mean, unwrap your arms so I can get dressed.”
I chuckled, but didn’t fight her when she made a move to get off me.
Both her palms lay flat on my chest as she tried to push herself up, and for a brief second, our eyes met, and it seemed the world was holding its breath.
There was that dream in her sea-colored eyes.
Today, they were more green than blue, and I was wholly fascinated with the change.
I sat up and stilled her with one hand on her shoulder. She watched me as I got up and went to the dresser.
I didn’t bother covering myself up.
I wasn’t fucking shy, and I loved the way her eyes ate me up whenever she thought I wasn’t looking.
As much as Mila wanted to deny it, she felt it, too.
Whatever this connection was that was holding her to me was also holding me to her.
And I could work with that.
I opened the drawers and looked through the shirts we had left for her.
Might have to take her shopping soon for more girl clothes and other girly shit, but for now, I loved the sight of her in either my or my brothers’ shirts.
Maverick had taken her out shopping, but he only bought her day clothes. Expensive day clothes, sure, but she probably wanted something of her own to sleep in. And the small bag she’d packed when she ran from the club was shit. If I had it my way, I would have thrown everything that was a reminder of that club, of Daniel Hayes, out.
I found a black one that would look good with her skin tone.
She didn’t say anything as I walked back to her and put the shirt over her head.
It engulfed her, and I would have regretted it if I didn’t have the sight of her in a shirt three sizes too big, with messy, wet blond hair, flushed cheeks, and big eyes enticing me.
She looked fuckable.
She looked like mine.
Her eyes glinted the longer she stared up at me, and I could feel a smile stretching the corners of my lips.
I cupped her cheek.
“I can see you scheming from behind those eyes of yours, angel. What are you up to?”
She narrowed her eyes at me but didn’t answer.
I smiled. “It’s okay. I look forward to whatever plan you have for us. Just remember this: I will be ready for it.”
She scoffed. “You think too highly of yourself.”
I laughed. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“The higher you are, the harder you fall.”
I shrugged. “Hasn’t happened yet.”
She shook her head but didn’t say anything. Wordlessly, I bent down and took her into my arms.
She squeaked in surprise and wrapped her arms around my neck.
“What are you doing?”
“Your bed’s wet. You can’t sleep here tonight.”
“And whose fault is that?”
“Pretty sure it was your wet body writhing on the mattress.”
“You put me there! Now put me down, you bastard.”
“Hush now, baby. You don’t want to wake up the whole house, do you?”
She glared at me all the way to my bedroom until I shut the door behind us with my foot and set her down on the bed.
Mila crossed her arms over her chest. “Aren’t you going to get dressed?”
I stood in front of her and played with myself a little, but yeah, I was too fucking tired. My dick wasn’t really into it.
“Why? Does it turn you on?”
“No, you freak. I would much rather you put something on than have that… that…”
I grinned. “My cock, baby girl? You can say it.”
She looked away from me, and I fought the urge to laugh out loud.
She was fun to tease. I moved closer. “Would you like to play with it?”
“You sure you want me near it with the way I’m feeling now?” she asked, her voice dry.
I laughed. Fuck me, but I had never laughed so much as I did when I was with her.
I shook my head and turned to the closet. I yanked on black boxer briefs and came out to find Mila already under the covers, on one far side of the bed. Any farther and she would fall off.
I walked over to her and lifted the blanket. “Move over, baby.”
“Why can’t you go to the other side? Do you have to fight me on everything?”
I rolled my eyes at that. “This side is closest to the door.”
“So? Afraid I might make a run for it when you fall asleep?”
“No, but I would much rather be between you and any danger that might come through that door.”
“Yeah, right,” she grumbled, sliding over for me.
I climbed in and wrapped my arms around her before she could get far.
“You really think that can’t happen? You’re not that na?ve. You must have an inkling about the kind of men we are.”
She didn’t answer me.
“Your dad brought forty men to my family’s home almost twenty years ago and killed everyone in the house. The only reason my brothers and I survived was because we got fucking lucky, and Maverick has been plagued with insomnia since he was twelve.”
We were damn lucky he’d seen the men coming into the house.
Much like Mila.
Perhaps we should have left her alone. But I didn’t want history to repeat itself. We couldn’t risk the chance that Mila could be a bigger, smarter, better monster than her father.
Looking at her now, I couldn’t really believe that was the case. She probably did have thoughts about hurting us, sure, but the Tiernan men tended to bring that out in the best of people. Mila coming back to seek revenge for her father was highly unlikely.
It didn’t matter at the end, though.
All it had taken was one look, and she was mine.
Our lives were now intertwined, and there was no way to get out of it. For her, or for me.
I couldn’t let her go.
She frowned. “My dad… did that?”
The tone of her voice was unreadable.
I nodded. “Anything could happen in this house. And should it happen, I will be between you and whoever is stupid enough to try to take me on.”
She pushed away from me. She was only able to put a few inches between us before I pulled her back.
“You say that as if you care,” she said meanly.
I stared at her, unable to answer.
That was a good point. Why did I fucking care?
I turned off the lamp on the bedside table, bathing the room in darkness, and lay down on the bed, taking her with me.
I got us into my favorite position, with my hands under her shirt, feeling the soft, vulnerable skin of her stomach. Keeping her close to me.
She squirmed against me, and I used my other and gently swatted her ass. She got the hint, though.
“Silas.”
I didn’t answer her, and after a moment, when I felt her relax against me, I lightened my hold.
She didn’t fight me off anymore.
I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, keeping my little angel by my side, protected?—
By the devil.