16. Mila
16
MILA
Two days passed in a blur.
Business must have been really busy because I hadn’t seen any of the brothers, and part of me—a huge part that I didn’t want to admit to—missed them.
I had never felt this way, and I didn’t know how to make sense of my thoughts and emotions and actions since the moment they’d taken me.
Certainly my actions with Killian didn’t make sense.
By the time I came back out of the bathroom that morning, Killian was nowhere to be found, and I was a heap of conflicting emotions and useless limbs. Feeling disappointed that he hadn’t stuck around.
I was now in my room, seated on the bed, and wondering why my stomach felt like it was being weighed down by lead. I had spent most of the two days in my room, trying to get my bearings.
I was just lonely, I decided.
Lonely and fucking horny, and the bastard had definitely used that against me.
Or, hell, maybe I’d used him.
Killian scared me more than his brothers did, even Maverick, the leader of this crime syndicate, and that should say something, considering Maverick’s reputation in the underbelly of the crime world.
But he was also the only one who’d asked, and I had said yes.
I closed my eyes as my cheeks tightened from the small blush forming.
I had said yes, and I couldn’t even lie to myself that the yes was said under duress or fear, because a huge part of me had wanted it.
Had wanted him to touch me the way Silas and Maverick had touched me, and a stupid part of me had wanted him to look at me with the same softness I’d caught in his brothers’ eyes from time to time, reserved solely for me.
Blame it on a childhood filled with neglect and abuse.
Whatever the fucking reason, I suddenly found myself craving the affection of these savage men. I couldn’t bring myself to stop.
I wanted to be the only woman in this world that owned their souls.
That night with Silas, when he had—rightfully—accused me of plotting against him and his brothers, was the turning point for me.
I was reminded of what I had always known that night.
Only the strongest survive in this world, and I was so goddamn tired of being weak.
How strong would I be if I had these monsters wrapped around my fingers?
How strong would I be if I made the people most called savages fall in love?
I had heard the guards refer to the brothers as such when they didn’t think I could hear them. It seemed the brothers had earned a reputation for themselves as the Savages of Las Vegas. I didn’t know what they had done to earn the nickname, and I didn’t want to know.
All I knew was that they were strong in this world filled with monsters, and I wasn’t. And I wanted to be strong.
So I plotted that night and every night since to win their affection. Yet it seemed they remained sturdy and strong, able to resist any and every strong emotion inflicted upon every human, while I ended up falling headfirst over the fucking cliff.
I was fucking losing.
It was a psychological mind game and I was. Fucking. Losing.
Only, I didn’t miss the fact that I was the only one who had gotten off. No matter the psychological— sexual —games we played, I was the only one who had come undone. They got nothing in this exchange.
It should have put them at a disadvantage.
It didn’t.
I should count myself lucky they hadn’t forced me to do anything for them. Instead, it left me fucking confused.
Again, this was probably some psychological mind game they were playing with me, and if that was the case?—
Well, they were fucking masterminds, because I was sitting here thinking how “lucky” I was that my captors weren’t much worse.
I still had my virginity intact.
Worse, I didn’t know if— when I lost my virginity, if it would be taken from me, or if I would willingly give it to one of them.
Or if I would even enjoy it.
I should just get rid of it, and quickly, because now it seemed to be a huge weight I wasn’t sure I wanted to carry anymore.
My heart rate spiked as I thought about the brothers and how different they were from each other. Surely, whomever I happened to give my virginity to would be a completely different experience from the others as well.
I thought about Silas’ playfulness if he happened to be the one I gave it to, and Killian’s seriousness, and Maverick’s commanding presence. Maverick would surely want to control the whole thing. To dominate every inch of me until there was no doubt left in my mind who was fucking me.
I still didn’t know what they wanted from me. All I knew was, when they looked at me—at least two of them—I could have sworn I saw a softness in their eyes that shouldn’t be there, considering the kind of men they were.
It was the kind of softness a girl like me had dreamt about receiving my whole life, yet never daring myself to hope for it, considering how bleak my home life—my entire existence—had been up to now.
I shouldn’t hope for it now. I didn’t know much about the crime families in the US. I’d hardly known what was going on with the club half the time, despite growing up in it.
I didn’t know much about the underground operations, not in Chicago and definitely not in Las Vegas.
When they finally decided to make me theirs fully, I needed to prepare myself.
I didn’t have any diseases, and hoped beyond fucking hope that they didn’t either. I also needed to be on some sort of birth control because I refused to bring a child into this dark world.
If I had a boy, he would follow in his dad’s footsteps and become some sort of crime lord, doing all sorts of heinous things I wasn’t sure I would be able to forgive.
And if I had a girl—she would be just like me.
A pawn to be used.
I blinked, trying to contain the burning resentment making its way around my insides at having been born a girl.
There was nothing lucky about being born a girl in this world.
I couldn’t get pregnant.
I just couldn’t.
Just the thought was making it hard for me to breathe.
I braced my arms on my knees and buried my head there. Hell, what was I even thinking, trying to win a game with these brothers?
The door to my room opened, and heavy footsteps followed. I knew whoever had entered was only making the noise for my benefit. I didn’t doubt these brothers could be as quiet as mice if they needed to be.
As much as I had missed them before, I now wished they would leave me alone. How fucking conflicting.
Cold fingers touched my neck, moving up and down the exposed, vulnerable skin there. I shivered, and I couldn’t be sure if it was out of fear or out of my body’s stupid cravings for their touch, their affection.
“Angel,” he breathed softly, a hint of a question in his voice. Even if I didn’t recognize Silas’ voice—an impossibility at this point—I would have recognized the nickname.
I didn’t move. Didn’t look up at him. Nor did I make any sound to indicate I had heard him.
My control was blown to bits. I had no defense to fight him off right now. If I asked nicely for him to leave me alone, would he?
I didn’t think so. It wasn’t like they had been respectful of boundaries before, but God, I wished he would. I needed to think, and Silas had this way about him that made me feel like I was drowning in the room simply because he stepped foot inside it.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, and he must be a damn good actor because I could hear genuine concern in his voice. Why would Silas Tiernan concern himself with the likes of me, unless he just didn’t want me to break until he was done with me?
A part of me was aware I was being irrational. Killian had fucked with my mind, and I was feeling too vulnerable to be dealing with any of his brothers.
Especially since my first rational thought of the morning was concern for a pregnancy that hadn’t even happened…
Yet.
It hasn’t happened yet , an insidious voice inside my head whispered.
Silas sighed, probably getting impatient with me.
I didn’t care. What was the worst he could do to me? Keep me captive in his house?
Oh, wait. He already had.
“Baby, if you don’t answer me, I’m going to think you’re sick. I’ll call Dr. Lee over and have him run all sorts of tests on you to let me know nothing is wrong.”
That got me out of my reverie. I frowned at him. “Dr. Lee?”
He nodded. “Someone who’s worked for us for years now. He wouldn’t bat an eye at the fact that we’re keeping you here against your will.”
Anger rose from his words, and I grabbed the nearest object—a pillow—and threw it at him.
It smacked him straight in the face, and I only got about a millisecond of satisfaction from that before I found myself hoisted up in his arms.
I struggled against his hold, but as usual, he was much stronger than me.
“Fuck, why can’t you see that I want to be left alone?” I screamed, pounding my fists on his chest as hard as I was able. I might as well be hitting a wall with how much damage it seemed to have on him.
He scoffed. “Angel, when are you going to learn there’s no such thing as alone time for you? Not when it comes to me. And not when it comes to my brothers. We’re going to occupy your thoughts. We’re going to burrow so deep in your skin, you won’t fucking know how to get us out. You won’t want to get us out,” he finished.
“That’s unreasonable,” I replied without thinking. Nothing about my situation with the brothers was reasonable. I didn’t even think the word was in their vocabulary.
“No, baby. What’s unreasonable is how badly you’ve fucked with my head since the moment I first saw you,” he said, grunting when my knee accidentally dug into his side.
I couldn’t even get satisfaction from that, not when I was so focused on his words.
“Fucked with your head?” I asked, incredulousness in my voice. As if. He was saying it in that accusatory voice of his too, as if I had set out to do it on purpose. “Then let me go, and I won’t fuck with your head anymore.”
“Over my dead fucking body,” he gritted.
I shot him a deadpan look. “That can be easily arranged.”
His lips twitched, but he didn’t laugh. “Wouldn’t you like that? Unluckily for you, I’m not easy to kill.”
I rolled my eyes and stared at the drywall next to the bed.
He placed his fingers under my chin and gently turned my head back to face him. I looked down at his chest, my breathing calming.
“Look at me, angel.”
I shook my head, trying to move away from his touch.
He cupped my cheek and hardened his voice. “ Angel. ”
“ What. ”
“What’s wrong?”
“Why do you care?”
“Everything you do concerns me. Why wouldn’t I care?”
I didn’t say anything for a moment. Then, “If I ask you for something, will you give it to me?”
He didn’t answer me right away. I hadn’t expected him to. “If it’s within my power to give it to you, and if it’s a reasonable request, then yeah. I’ll give it to you. What do you want?”
I should have used this time to ask for birth control. It had been my intention, but then our eyes met, and I?—
I drowned.
The color of his eyes, somewhere between caramel chocolate brown and honey brown, caught me off guard. It wasn’t the first time I found myself getting lost in the magnetic force of his gaze, but it was the first time I’d felt the wall crumble. I didn’t want to fight.
At least, not at this moment.
I was just so tired.
He frowned. “Angel?”
His arms moved down and wrapped around my waist, holding me closer to him, as if he could fight away all the demons that plagued me. And in that one small, vulnerable moment, I thought he just might be able to.
Tears burned my eyes, and Silas’ eyes widened in panic. “Fuck me. Baby, what's wrong? Tell me. Did someone hurt you? Killian? One of the guards? I’ll fucking kill them all.”
I wasn’t sure if he meant his brother or all the guards. How silly. I shook my head and wrapped my arms around his neck. How could he make me want to kill him and kiss him in one breath?
So that was what I did.
I kissed him.
He tensed against me slightly, and when he did nothing more than hold still, I tried to deepen the kiss.
He pulled away from me, his brow furrowing. “You still haven’t told me what’s wrong.”
I shook my head. “Don’t you want to?” His frown deepened. “Kiss me,” I clarified.
“Fuck, of course I do,” he said vehemently. “But…” His hands came up and cupped my cheeks. “Baby…”
He wiped away the tears around my eyes. I shook my head and kissed him again. He tried to pull away, but I tightened my arms around him. He could have easily fought me off, but he must have sensed his rejection would be the thing to throw me over completely.
I kissed him harder, and he hesitantly kissed me back, his lips moving slowly against mine.
I didn’t think he had ever been this careful with me before, not even with our first kiss. My arms unwound from his neck, and I slowly slid down his hard torso, taking in all the muscles and ridges on the way. His body was a work of art. One that I wanted to spend an eternity touching. Easily the bulkiest brothers out of the three, and there was just something about the way he pressed against me that made me feel I was protected by an impenetrable shield.
My hands reached for the hem of his shirt, and I tugged it up. He helped me. I backed away from the kiss to pull it over his head, and let my eyes take in every single inch of his exposed skin.
My eyes were greedy for the very sight of him.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered.
He shook his head. “I’m not the beautiful one out of the two of us.”
His voice was soft, and so were his eyes.
I smiled a little. He’d never made it a secret that he found me attractive. It was a powerful feeling to know I appealed to someone who looked like him.
So instead of responding, I placed my hands on his pecs and guided him down until he was lying on the bed. His eyes swirled with confusion and lust. As if he didn’t know what to do with me right now. I didn’t either. What I wanted, I had never done. And perhaps it was shyness or reservation or simply feeling so unsteady for so long, but I couldn’t put what I wanted into words either.
I was letting my instincts take control.
And my instinct was telling me to get as close to him as I was able, so that was what I did. I crawled on top of him, my lips latching onto the skin of his neck. I felt his arms go around me, tightening every time I sucked the skin, as his chest vibrated with a low groan.
“Fuck, angel. What are you doing to me?” he said, sounding so much like a prayer, I couldn’t help but smile against him.
The heady feeling of knowing I had such an impact on this monster of a man was enough to drive me to the brink of losing control. I kissed my way down his body, stopping at all my favorite places, from his pecs, down to his brown nipples, slightly sucking one into my mouth.
His heated gaze had been on me until that move. A rush of power surged through me when his head fell back against the mattress and he let out a soft “fuck” between gritted teeth.
I moved up to the other nipple as Silas ran his fingers through my hair, tugging on it every once in a while. My fingers traced over the hard ridges of his abs, my lips and tongue following along. His grip tightened around my hair, especially when I unbuckled his belt and undid the button.
He stopped when I got his zipper down and was about to pull his jeans off.
“Baby? What are you doing?”
I met his eyes. I thought it was obvious. “Don’t you want to?”
I didn’t know what I would do if he rejected me. Not when it felt like I was barely holding on by a thread.
“You know I want to,” he uttered.
I smiled a little and tried to pull off the jeans once more. He stopped me by hooking his hands under my armpits and hauling me up until I was lying on top of him. I braced my weight on his chest and stared down at him.
“The problem isn’t whether or not I want to,” he said, cupping my cheek and looking at me as if I was breakable.
“Then what is?” I asked.
“Are you ready?”
I nodded. I wouldn’t have initiated this if I wasn’t.
“Tell me something,” he said. I raised one eyebrow in question. “Have you ever had sex before?”
Heat rushed to my cheeks, probably giving him the answer before I could. He likely could feel the heat through his palms. He nodded. “I didn’t think so.”
“So? It’s not like I was planning on holding onto my virginity forever.”
“I know that. Hell, I fucking hoped it wouldn’t take you too long to decide. But why now?”
“Because it’s my choice.” And I realized that was the truth as soon as the words left my mouth. Silas had already shown me his possessiveness, the same as his brothers. They would never allow me to lose it to anyone else but them, but they hadn’t pressured me into it. As weak as the choice might seem, it was still a choice. I decided when and with whom.
“Baby, of course it’s your choice. But I don’t want you to fucking regret this after because you’re not ready.”
“I’m ready,” I said, trying to sound strong. My voice came out thick, clogged with emotion. “Don’t make me beg.”
The last part was said in a whisper, but he heard me. I would lose it if he made me beg.
“Fuck,” he breathed, right before his hand moved to cradle the back of my head. He pulled me down to his waiting lips, kissing me fiercely.
I closed my eyes, my hands clutching his shoulders, tightening my grip when I felt his tongue on the seam of my lips. I opened for him and he deepened the kiss. I whimpered when I felt his tongue moving against mine, waging a war neither of us could hope to win.
“If we’re doing this,” he said when he pulled back slightly, “we’re doing it my way.”
I nodded. “Yes.”
I hadn’t wanted to take control in the first place. I wouldn’t have known what to do. And as fucked up as it might be for me to admit it, I fucking loved it when he took control. When he dominated me and I didn’t have to think anymore. All my problems, all the weight that dragged me down, were pushed away. It just didn’t matter anymore. Not while I was in his arms.
“Please, Silas,” I cried, a little too desperately.
“Fuck, I got you. I got you,” he muttered against my lips. “How could I ever deny you anything?”
Maverick had said something similar back at the company, and for the first time, I might have just believed them.
He flipped us around until my back was flat against the mattress as he blanketed me with his body. His elbows braced on either side of my head. Unable to resist, I cupped his cheek. He stilled slightly, seemingly surprised. I licked my lips, drawing his attention to them.
“Fuck.” He kissed me again, this kiss frantic and rough. He tugged on my hair, tilting my head to the side as he devoured me so completely, I wouldn’t be able to recognize the girl in the mirror after this.
I wrapped myself around him when his hands started to move from my face down to my neck, where he curved one huge hand delicately around it. He pulled back so we could both catch our breath. He tightened his grip a bit before taking his hand away and replacing it with his lips.
He sucked the skin of my neck into his mouth as his hand found my tit.
I gasped and arched closer to him, wanting more. His hand fondled me, playing with the supple flesh gently, as if he was taking his time to remember every single moment, every little interaction between us.
Something strange moved in his eyes when he slowly pulled my shirt off. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and my nipples tightened from the cool air in the room and from the look in his eyes.
I licked my lips and resisted the urge to cover myself.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen me naked before.
“Your body is a work of art, angel,” he muttered, leaning down and taking one hardened tip into his mouth. I threw my head to the side, holding in a moan that wanted to escape, especially when he sucked me in, rolling the bud around with his teeth.
“Silas, please.”
“I know, baby. I know what you need.”
His hands grasped the waistband of the sweats I was wearing and pulled them down. Silas still hadn’t given me back any of my underwear, so I was bare underneath.
“Fuck,” he said. “Spread your legs for me.”
I did as he asked, spreading my legs, and he sat between them. Like this, he could see all of me. My skin felt hot, and I watched as he brought his thumb into his mouth, sucking on it as his eyes took me in.
“You’re so fucking pretty.”
The heat intensified. I was sure he wasn’t talking about my face. As if to prove his point, he moved his hand down, the back of it skimming over my pussy lips. I could feel the muscles there tightening at his touch.
I pushed my hips up toward him, trying to get closer.
He pushed one hand down my stomach. “Nuh-uh, naughty girl. You’re to stay still until I give you permission to move.”
Was he torturing me? I made a small protesting noise, and he slapped my pussy.
My eyes widened, more in surprise than pain—though there was some pain, the asshole—and I gasped.
“What the hell?”
I shouldn’t have been surprised. He liked control, and he liked rough, but that had been unexpected. The fucker just grinned at me.
“Are you going to be good?”
“Good?”
His hands started to massage my pussy lips. I gritted my teeth to keep from making any noise and giving him the satisfaction of seeing how badly he affected me.
I shook my head.
“That’s too bad,” he said softly. He slapped my pussy again.
I tried to arch away, but his body was in the way, and there was nowhere for me to go. “Silas!”
“Fuck, but look at this. Look at your pussy weeping for me.”
His fingers stroked my clit with sharp, purposeful moves, and I reached out, my nails raking down his forearm.
“Does this feel good, baby?” he asked.
I nodded, my previous anger at him quickly forgotten. “Please.”
“Are you going to be my good girl?”
Again, I nodded. I would have given him everything at this point if he asked. My heart, my body… my soul .
It was his.
I didn’t fucking care anymore.
“I have to prepare you,” he said.
I frowned, not understanding. His finger moved down to my entrance, and he pushed one finger inside me, stroking me and working me over until I was on the brink.
I closed my eyes, my chest heaving. I wanted more. My legs fell open a little wider, and he added another finger. My eyebrows scrunched up a bit from the stretch, but it didn’t take away from the pleasure. He increased the pace of his fingers, and my arousal coated my inner thighs.
“Silas,” I muttered softly. I wanted more, but hell if I didn’t like what he was doing now. I wanted the moment to last.
He drove a third finger in, and my eyes sprang open. I reared back, trying to get away from him. My hand moved down and circled around his wrist, trying to get him to pull away.
He didn’t. He kept fucking me with them.
I shook my head as tears burned my eyes. Why was he hurting me like this?
“Silas.”
“I know, angel. But this is necessary.”
I shook my head. Necessary?
The stretch began to burn, and just when I wasn’t sure if I could take it anymore, he stopped.
I sighed as Silas shifted up and pulled his jeans down, along with his boxer briefs. His cock sprang free, and the desire I felt for him was back, mixed with a little apprehension.
I swallowed as I looked at the thick mushroom head of his dick, smeared with a bit of pre-cum.
He crawled back between my legs, blanketing my body with his. I bit my lip when I felt the tip pressed against my clit, and he groaned.
Reaching down between us, he grabbed himself and directed it to my entrance. My fingernails dug into the skin on his shoulder. He nudged me slightly, meeting my eyes.
I nodded.
He pushed in an inch, which wasn’t so bad. It was as if he was stretching me out, but in the best way.
Then he pushed in another inch, and I wanted to take back my previous thought.
A slow burn overtook, and my brows pulled together.
“Silas.”
“It’s okay,” he said, his muscles straining above me. I could tell he was trying to keep from pushing in all the way. “Almost there, angel. You’re doing great.”
I wasn’t really doing anything. But I still took his compliment, as if it would give me strength.
He leaned down and kissed me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him close to me.
He pushed in all the way, his hips touching me.
I tensed and pulled away from the kiss, gritting my teeth together to keep from crying out.
Silas tried to kiss me again, but I turned away and pushed his chest.
“Silas,” I said, when I was sure I wouldn’t cry. “I?—”
“I know,” he cooed softly. “Just give it some time.”
Fuck, how much time?
I blinked, trying to keep from crying. I did not want to remember crying at this moment. I didn’t.
My lips trembled, and Silas let out a small curse from above me.
“Look at me, baby.” There was a slight desperation in his voice that got me out of the pain temporarily. I obeyed. He looked…
He looked soft.
When he leaned down to kiss me again, I didn’t pull away. I kissed him back. Our tongues mingled with one another as Silas tested me by moving his hips slightly.
And suddenly, it wasn’t just pain, but an intense pleasure so powerful, I was nearly blinded by it.
I gasped and broke away from the kiss once more, but this time, it wasn’t in pain.
I knew he could see the desire in my eyes because he moved even more.
Hell.
There was something about the sensation that nearly pushed me over.
“Fuck, baby. Does this feel good?”
“Yes, Silas,” I cried. “It feels so good. So good.”
“Hell.” Wrapping my hair around his grip, he tugged on it roughly. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
I nodded.
There was an ache inside me that I needed him to fix. And he did.
He fucked me.
His hips pulled back until just the tip remained before he drove back inside me in one smooth, hard stroke, and my entire being vibrated.
He did it again, and again, each one as slow and as hard as the next, and each time he pushed inside me, it felt like he was taking another piece of my soul.
Tears streamed down my face, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, clinging to him, and admitted to myself that I had fallen.
Fuck me, but I had fallen. And how deep and dark the hole turned out to be. There didn’t seem to be an ending in sight.
How easy he had made it. Especially when he was looking at me like this, as if there was only me. There was always, only ever, me.
“Please, Silas,” I begged.
“I know, angel.”
His thrusts increased, moving away from long and hard to quick and shallow, creating that beautiful friction that might be enough to drive me over the edge.
I shook my head when it felt like it was becoming too much, and he reached down between us once more, his fingers seeking my clit.
I came as soon as he rubbed over it, and with a shout, Silas quickly followed.
Warm liquid spurted inside, and briefly, I realized he wasn’t wearing a condom.
Hell.
Had I forgotten? Especially since I was just thinking about getting on birth control before.
Fuck.
Silas pulled out of me once he finished, sitting up and looking down at me. His eyes honed on my pussy, a sort of fascination in those dark eyes of his that I didn’t think I had ever seen from another man.
He made a low sound that seemed to reverberate from his chest, sounding a hell of a lot like a growl as he cupped me, massaging the lips and making a mess I could feel on my skin. I shuddered, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
“Fuck, do you know what it does to me to see you like this? Do you know what it makes me feel?”
I shook my head, keeping my eyes closed. His thumb found my clit, and he pressed on it.
“Possessive,” he answered me darkly.
I would laugh if this didn’t feel so good. He didn’t need to see me like this to feel possessive of me. He was like that most of the time, and the thought sent a thrill vibrating right through me.
Perhaps…
Perhaps I was something more than a fleeting obsession.
That I was something— someone —they couldn’t just get over.
I didn’t know anymore, but I suddenly found myself wishing that would be the case.
He pulled away moments later, and I opened my eyes to Silas. He was staring intently at my pussy. I blushed, wiggling a little, hoping to get attention off me.
He met my eyes, smiling a little at my flushed skin.
“After all we’ve done, all I’ve done to you, and you still blush.”
My face scrunched up. “It’s not like I can control it.”
He laughed then, the sound making my insides hum with pleasure.
I smiled back at him, and his eyes softened. Fuck, but what the hell was I supposed to do with him? He made me want to go soft, and that was the last thing I needed to be when it came to my captors.
I glanced back down at my naked body and grimaced. He placed two fingers under my chin and lifted until I looked at him again.
“What?” he asked.
“You didn’t use protection.”
A sort of shuttered look came over his eyes, and I didn’t know why that was. Then he smiled at me, but unlike the previous smile, there was something off about it. Alarm bells rang in my head.
“I’m clean, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he said.
I frowned. Stupidly, I hadn’t even considered that, but it was good to know I didn’t have to worry about it. I opened my mouth to tell him about my other concern, but he moved before I could speak and I suddenly found myself pressed against him, my back plastered to his front.
He pressed his chin down on my shoulder. I gasped when I felt him getting hard again.
“Silas,” I murmured.
I didn’t think he could get hard again so soon. And I didn’t need to look at him to know he was smiling.
“Baby.”
I shook my head. He might be able to go again, but I wasn’t. I hadn’t noticed it before, but I was sore. I imagined I would be sore for days to come.
“It’s all right, baby. I’m just going to touch.”
“Why?”
“Why? ’Cause you look like this and I can’t fucking help myself. Because you’re mine.”
I didn’t know if that was the worst reason or the best. Before I could answer, he grabbed my legs and pulled them apart, setting them on either side of his thigh. I looked down at the contrast between our skin, from the color to the texture to the hair he had on him that I didn’t. I focused on the vertical scar on his right thigh and frowned, wondering who had given it to him.
It had been a deep wound—judging by the indent—the scar a shade or two darker than the surrounding skin.
I traced my fingers over the scar as he took my earlobe into his mouth, sucking on it slightly.
“Maverick did it.”
I tensed and turned to look at him. Was he serious?
He laughed. “I’m not messing with you. He really did. Hurt like a motherfucking bitch, too.”
“Why?”
“Why? ’Cause I got cocky and wouldn’t pay attention during our fight training. He got fed up and took out his knife.”
“How old were you?”
“Sixteen.”
“That young?”
The thought of Maverick hurting Silas didn’t make sense to me.
“Old enough to know not to be a shithead,” he answered.
“But Maverick…”
I trailed off, not knowing what to say. I hadn’t really seen them interact with each other all that much. But Silas told me they were close. So close, they shared.
“Maverick would lay down his life for me and Killian,” Silas confirmed.
“Then why?—”
“’Cause I needed the lesson.”
I shook my head. I would never understand.
“Let’s not talk about this anymore,” Silas said lightly.
“What do you want to talk about?”
Something nudged at my mind. There was something important I needed to talk to him about, only?—
Silas cupped his hand over my pussy, drawing my attention. I turned my head sideways to look at him. Only the side of his lips was visible to me from this vantage point. He was grinning.
“Silas?”
“I know, baby. Let me make you feel good.”
“In this position?” There was something so vulnerable about being like this in his arms.
I felt his chest shake when he laughed. “Yes, in this position, my sweet little innocent.”
I frowned. “I’m not that innocent.”
He seemed amused. “No?”
His thumb swiped over my clit, and I tensed slightly as a wave of pleasure pushed through me.
Ah, hell.
He bent forward so I could see his eyes. “Does that feel good, baby?”
His thumb was now steadily rubbing around my clit, over and over. I nodded.
“Good,” he said, his voice low, he moved his hand down and rubbed over my pussy more fully. I could see my stomach dip as I tried to get in as much air as I could. It didn’t feel possible. Especially when I looked down and saw how much mess I was making. His cum mixed with my arousal and blood was almost too much.
His lips made their way back to my ear. “Come.”
I came on command, squealing loudly, especially when he didn’t let up. He continued to rub over me, drawing out the orgasm. I jerked against him when I got too sensitive, trying to pull away. He kept going and elicited another, smaller orgasm from me. I turned my head and buried my face in his neck, biting on the skin.
“Fuck,” he muttered, but didn’t try to pull away from me.
He let me ride it out, and I kept my teeth on him even when I came back down, and I could feel my body go soft around him. It took a while for me to realize he was murmuring sweet nothings in my ear, telling me how beautiful he found me, how possessive he was of me, and how much of a good girl I was for him. The last bit affected me more than the others.
Finally, I sat up. His eyes were soft again. How could they be so soft? How could the eyes of a monster be this soft for me?
I cupped his cheek, and he burrowed into my touch.
He opened his mouth, about to say something, when his phone beeped from somewhere on the floor. He closed his eyes briefly and when he opened them, it was clear to see frustration in his eyes.
“Fuck. Hold on, baby.”
I nodded, too vulnerable to speak.
The frustration grew, and he gently pulled away from me. I watched him get out of bed, admiring his hard physique and beautiful ink as he read something on his phone. When he turned to me, I already knew what he was going to say.
“You have to go?”
He nodded, walking over to me and cupping my cheeks with both hands. He planted a quick, hard kiss on my lips.
“I’m sorry, baby. Some fucker blew up one of our properties, and we need to get to it before the authorities do. Make sure there’s no shit lying around.”
My eyes widened in surprise that he was sharing so much with me. Dad would have never told me so much.
“I’m going to fucking kill the fucker, not just for blowing up our shit, but for interrupting my time with you.”
He pulled up short, likely realizing how violent he sounded. I should probably be disgusted that he was seriously talking about killing another man.
I wasn’t.
I laughed instead. His shoulders relaxed.
“Fuck,” he muttered regrettably. He quickly pulled on his clothes, and without another word, he walked out of my room, leaving me sitting there all alone.
It took a moment for me to realize we hadn’t really discussed protection, and the fucker had probably distracted me on purpose.
Asshole.