26. Mila
26
MILA
One full day had passed since Killian left. I didn’t know where he went off to, and Maverick and Silas wouldn’t tell me.
And it was nighttime. I was in the living room with the TV on, though I wasn’t paying attention to what was showing.
Rachel had left for her house hours before, and Maverick and Silas were… well, I didn’t know where they were.
Was this going to be my life from now on?
Just hanging around the house waiting for my men to come home?
I sat up when I heard the front door open.
“Angel,” Silas called out. My heart picked up in excitement. Even I could see how pathetic this was, when I suddenly felt like a puppy excited that its owner was home.
I shook my head at my own thoughts but didn’t respond to Silas.
Heavy footsteps sounded out through the house, and then he was in front of me. His brown eyes were light but tired, yet a beautiful smile graced his lips, reminding me of the reason why I had fallen so hard for him back in New Orleans.
He was in a black T-shirt that clung to his muscular form, making my mouth go dry from the simple sight alone. Dark jeans and black boots completed the simple yet sexy outfit, and his black hair was a messy array on top of his head.
His grin widened. “You keep looking at me like that, angel, and I will forget all about the treat I bought you and fuck you right here on this couch.”
“Treat?” My eyes moved down, and I noticed he was holding a small white box. I didn’t know which I wanted more. “Why can’t I have both?”
He laughed and walked closer to me, placing the box on my lap. And another item on top of the box. My surprised eyes met his smiling ones.
“A phone? You got me a phone.”
“And a treat,” he added, as if that was really important now.
I grabbed the sleek rose-gold phone, and it turned on. I didn’t know why I jumped when it did. I could feel Silas’ eyes focused intently on me.
“Aren’t you afraid I might call the cops?”
He smirked. “You can try, but I do have a few of those fuckers on my payroll, so call away. But I will warn you, you might not be able to sit for a while.”
I rolled my eyes. Of course, they would have a few dirty cops on their side. Playfulness aside, I knew this phone meant more than just a phone. It meant they trusted me just as much as I trusted them.
I reached up and grabbed his hand. “Thank you.”
I watched as the big man softened from the simple words uttered from my lips.
“You’re welcome, baby. Why don’t you open the box and see what I got you from Aunt Jo’s Goodies?”
“Aunt Jo’s Goodies?”
“Yeah, it’s a pretty popular pastry place nearby. I’ll take you there someday. Wouldn’t my baby like that?”
I smiled a little and nodded. “It’s a date.”
Face serious, he grasped my chin gently and said, “I’ll take you on a million dates if that’s what you want from me.”
I could feel my heart melting from his words. Fuck, but what was he turning me into? What happened to the hard, cynical girl before the brothers?
Was it even smart to be so soft in such a cruel world?
Before I could get out of my musing, Silas said, “Speaking of, how would you feel about being my date to our club's opening in three days?”
“Club’s opening?”
Silas nodded, pressing his thumb on my bottom lip. I resisted the urge to bite him. “Yes, we’re having a soft opening Saturday. It was supposed to be open two weeks before, but shit happened.”
Meaning me. My running away had probably put a pause on a lot of their businesses. I should feel guilty about that, but I was feeling pretty high. I was important enough that they would put a pause on everything to find me.
I smiled at him, and he playfully narrowed his eyes at me. “So what do you say, angel? Be my date? Gotta ask you first before the other two fuckers get to you.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Well, since you begged so nicely. Fine .”
He leaned down and nipped at the skin on my neck. “Brat. Now open your present.”
My smile widened as he pulled away from me. I thought he might be a little more excited about giving me something than I was about receiving it. I looked back down at the box. It was simple and white.
It looked pretty against the floral fabric of the dress I was wearing. I carefully opened it and saw what had to be the prettiest little pastries. It looked like a puff pastry, with strawberries and blueberries adorned on top of the cream.
“How cute,” I said, smiling a little.
“Yes, you fucking are,” Silas said, sitting down next to me and making a show of eating out my neck. I giggled and tried to move away when his stubble tickled me. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close, settling his warm, heavy palm on my stomach with one hand and taking the dessert and placing it on the end table nearby with the other hand.
“How are you feeling?”
“Good,” I said shyly.
He kissed my cheek. “And how is our little bean?”
“Little bean?” I asked, amused.
He nodded. “I’m guessing that’s how big our little baby is right now.”
I nodded and looked down at his hand on my still-flat stomach. It was still too early for me to show. “The baby is fine.”
My voice was soft when I said it, and Silas pulled back, his eyes taking in my face as if he thought he could read my thoughts that way.
He probably could.
At this point, I didn’t think there was anyone who knew me as well as the brothers did.
And I was okay with that. More than okay.
For the first time in my life, it didn’t feel like I was carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders.
“I made a doctor’s appointment for you in a couple of days.”
I looked away from him briefly. “How did you know I was pregnant?” I asked. It came as a surprise that Silas had actually guessed it when I knew I hadn’t given any hints about it.
He smiled. “Baby, you are my favorite subject. Since the first moment I saw you, I have been studying. Everything about you, every little facial expression that might offer me even just a small glimpse inside your head… everything. You have been acting strange since the moment we found you at the motel.” He moved his hand up until he was cupping my breast, fondling it a bit before playing with my nipple. The thin fabric of my dress did nothing to protect me from his rough touches. It didn’t help that I wasn’t wearing a bra. My breath caught as I looked him directly in the eye. “And these have gotten bigger. Fuck me, but your tits before were magnificent. World-changing…” I giggled at his words, feeling like a silly schoolgirl with a crush. “But to see these changes because of the baby growing inside you? Fuck me, but I could probably spend eternity worshipping them, and still, it wouldn’t feel like enough.”
“Silas…”
He pinched my nipple, and I rubbed my legs together to relieve some of the ache.
He shot me a knowing look, his honey-brown eyes glinting mischievously. “And you know Maverick and Killian would have noticed too, had they not been so caught up in finding you and keeping you?”
“And you weren’t?” I asked.
He shook his head a little. “I knew we were going to find you and keep you, no matter what.”
“How did you know?”
“Because the alternative was never an option. I won’t fucking live in a world where you’re not mine.”
He could say the most unhinged yet completely sweet things. And he knew just what to say to make me feel better.
“I’m scared,” I confessed.
He didn’t seem surprised by that. “Why, baby?”
“What if I’m not a good mom?”
“Fucking impossible,” Silas said passionately. He almost seemed angry. “You’ll make the best mom.”
“I didn’t exactly have the best role models growing up.”
“Fuck that. You're not your parents, and you’re too fucking kind to ever treat our kid the same way your parents treated you. You learned what not to do, and the rest will simply fall into place. You say any more of that bullshit, and I’ll be angry at you.”
I smiled a little from his words. He moved his hands up and cupped my cheeks, turning me until I was facing him. “I’m serious. Get me?”
I blinked, trying to stop myself from crying. Stupid pregnancy hormones. He frowned and wiped away a stray tear that fell and hit his hand.
“Do you think I’ll make a bad father, then?”
My eyes widened. “Of course not! Why would you even ask that?”
He laughed. It wasn’t a humorous kind of laugh. More self-deprecating. “Considering all the things I’ve done? All that my brothers have done? Hell, what we did to you? Are still doing to you. We’re keeping you away, and you would never be able to escape us, no matter what.”
I shook my head and kissed the inside of his palm. “I don’t want to leave.”
“You’d say all that, even with all that you know about me? About Maverick and Killian?” He hesitated. “About all you’ve seen that I do?”
I frowned. I haven’t really seen anything they’ve done in regard to their jobs, except for that time in the hotel and…
My frown disappeared. “The whipping?”
He nodded. “The whipping.”
I had tried so hard not to think about that night when I discovered them torturing a man they found on their property by having Silas whip him. It was my father’s punishment of choice, especially when it came to me. I still had the scars on my back to serve as a reminder.
“You know I would never do that to you, don’t you? Never to our children?”
I nodded. “Yes, I know.”
His shoulders sagged with relief, and I hadn’t realized how much this was still affecting him. It might still be affecting me, though I had always been good at burying my head in the sand and ignoring all the bad shit going around.
“I would never hurt you. Not in that way. There might be pain mixed in with the pleasure when we play, maybe some spankings here and there, but you like that.”
I scowled at his words. “Say that to my ass. I was still feeling the sting of Killian’s palms a few days after that.”
His eyes turned dark. “Yes, but I do remember you being wet. Hell, I bet you're wet right now. In fact, spread your legs for me, baby.”
“Silas…”
He pulled my dress up until the fabric bunched around my waist, revealing my white panties. My face flamed as I slowly spread my legs. Silas pulled my panties down, stopping when he got to my knees before cupping my bare pussy with his warm palm.
“Wet,” he growled, moving his fingers over my clit. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from making any sound, but fuck, it was so hard. Too hard.
“Eyes on me, angel,” he said when my eyes started to droop shut. I opened them and looked at him. He lazily played with my clit.
“I won’t hurt you. Never like that. And I’ll try my damndest to never hurt you with my words. Tell me you understand that.”
I nodded. “I understand.”
I understood it all. Maverick was right. In this relationship, I held all the power because I had three ruthless savages in the palm of my hands.
“I love you so fucking much,” I said because it was true.
“I love you,” he replied, with no hesitation, like I knew he would.
“Now, won’t you just fuck me and make me come?”
Silas threw his head back and laughed. His fingers stopped moving, though they never moved away from me. I tried to move my hips to get back that delicious friction.
He shot me a look. “Nuh-uh, naughty girl. If you want me to fuck you, you’ll have to be a good girl for me.”
I whimpered.
Fuck, how much torture did he think I could take?
I opened my mouth to say what, I didn’t know— beg?— but Silas pulled away from me and shifted my legs up to the couch, making me lose my balance.
I turned over and glared at him.
“Fuck me, but your fire always gets to me,” he gritted out, standing up and taking off his shirt.
My heart beat erratically in my chest from the sight of all the skin and muscles he had on display, as well as what it meant that he was taking off his shirt.
Desire chased along my insides as he unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down his legs, leaving him in nothing but black boxer briefs.
I took in all the ink on his skin, my eyes moving over to the impressive phoenix—my favorite. In a way, it felt like I had been reborn under the Tiernan brothers’ fire.
“You want to play?” he asked darkly. “Want me to fuck you?”
I gulped, knowing that look in his eyes. He was in the mood for something much, much rougher.
My craving for him fought with my self-preservation.
It was one of those times I didn’t know which to let win. Then he smiled, and I felt my heart jump. With a squeal, I turned and tried to run from him.
I’d forgotten about the panties still hooked around my knees.
And Silas was quick.
Too quick.
He grabbed my legs and pulled me back onto the couch.
“Silas.”
Using the panties, he grabbed them and pulled my legs up, exposing my ass. He spanked me three times.
“Hey,” I said, glaring back at him.
The fucker just smiled at me.
“What did I do?”
“Nothing. You just have such a spankable ass, I couldn’t resist.”
“Well, resist,” I grumbled.
“No,” he said, flipping me around. He pulled my dress up and off me, his hungry eyes taking me in that way that made me feel like I was about to become his meal.
I crossed my arms over my chest, suddenly feeling shy.
“Nope.” He uncrossed my arms and lay down on top of me. He reached between us and pulled off my panties, throwing them somewhere on the floor. I reminded myself to pick those up later. The last thing I needed was for Rachel to come over in the morning and see that. I cringed internally just thinking about it.
His lips moved over my jawline, his tongue coming out and licking up and down the skin there before he moved to my neck.
A pounding ache appeared between my legs, and I was left speechless, especially when he moved downward.
I braced my hands on his shoulders, pushing back and trying to stop him, or at least get him to slow down. He grabbed one of my hands and sharply nipped at my wrist.
I let out a squeal, which was quickly cut off when he wrapped his lips around my nipple.
My back arched when he sucked on it, rolling the swollen nub around with his teeth. He really was in the mood to play rough.
“Silas!” I screamed.
He groaned against me as he doubled his efforts, continuing to play with my nipple with his lips, his teeth, his tongue.
I didn’t know how to focus.
I shook my head and tried to move off to the side. He followed me with his mouth.
He continued to feast on my nipple as if losing contact with me might just end him.
“Please,” I moaned out.
He pulled back slightly. “Do you think I can make you come like this?”
I shook my head. I didn’t want to find out. That just sounded like torture to me. One side of his lips pulled up in a slight smirk, and he reached over to the puff pastry, dipping his fingers in the cream and taking a generous amount with him. I watched in fascination as he spread the cream evenly over my nipple and then to the next. He licked his lips and bent down, licking the cream off me, sucking my nipple into his mouth.
Hell.
“Delicious,” he said when he pulled away. Cream was stuck on his lips, and I had the urge to kiss him then. I was about to do just that when he went down and gave my other nipple the same treatment. I closed my eyes with a gasp just when I felt his teeth rolling the hard nub around, hurting me in the best way possible.
“Silas!”
He nipped at me harshly, the stinging coming on suddenly, painfully.
“Be my good girl, and let me clean you up.”
And that was what he did, licking and nipping and sucking me clean.
I was in a hazy delirium by the time he finished, no longer knowing which way was up or down.
I placed the palm of my hand against his forehead, pushing up with all my might when I felt him bite the swell of my breast. He was no doubt going to leave his marks on my skin.
He retaliated by moving down and biting the bottom swell of my breast.
I yelped.
He pulled back, smiling like the sadistic bastard that he was before he used the flat of his tongue to lick up my nipple. I was clean now. Not a trace of cream left on my skin.
“Silas. We were…”
“Yes?” he asked, nipping gently on the side of my breast before sucking the skin into his mouth.
Well, hell, I didn’t even know what we were doing.
“Talking…” I finished lamely.
“Were we?” he asked, moving on to another area. “I thought you were begging me to fuck you. And how can I say no to you? Don’t you like this, my baby?”
Fuck. I nodded, trying hard to concentrate. “Y-yes.”
He moved to the bottom of my breast and sucked on the swell there. “This?”
I nodded once more.
I felt him smile. He knew he won. He moved to my next breast and gave it the same treatment.
His hand came out to play then as he fondled me.
I closed my eyes, taking in the feeling of it, as a slow tremor worked its way down my body.
“Silas.”
“Why don’t you use your words, angel? Tell me you like it when I play with your tits.”
How the hell did he expect me to say that to him?
He pulled back and slapped my nipple. I screeched and tried to pull away. He held me still by pressing one hand down my stomach, the heavy weight of it doing weird things to my insides.
“Baby? Do you like it?” He gently played with the nipple he had just abused.
I bit my lip to keep from answering him. He smiled, a sort of challenge glinting in his eyes as he slapped my nipple once more.
“Stop it,” I said, the sting of it staying with me long after the slap.
“Angel.”
“Yes! I like it when you play with my tits,” I said meanly.
“Really?”
I didn’t even have time to process that one word before he was spreading my legs out and looking down at my pussy.
“Look at this. Look at how wet your greedy cunt got from a little nipple play.”
My cheeks burned. I was wet. I could feel my arousal gushing out of me now, and I thought he was able to see that as well. I turned away and tried to close my legs. He moved his body between them, making it impossible.
“This is mine. You’re mine.” A strange note entered his voice, enough that I opened my eyes and looked at him. What a strange statement. “Mine, mine, and fucking mine. ”
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled on it.
“Yours,” I said because it felt like that was what he needed from me then. I tried to keep my brain focused, even when I felt like it was drowning in the water of delirium.
He nodded once, his hand sliding down, and he cupped me.
I lost my breath then and looked away from him, but not before I caught the look of arrogance cross over his face as he took in my wetness.
“Silas.”
“Do you know how insane you drive me?” he asked, dipping one thick finger inside me. I instinctively clenched around it.
He let out a soft moan and slowly pumped his finger in and out of me, driving me crazy.
I arched back, but he followed, his eyes blazing down my skin and focusing on what his finger was doing to me.
“Do you?”
I shook my head, left speechless.
He grinned. “No?”
He added another finger, spreading me, quickening his pace a bit, but still slow enough to drive me insane.
“Please,” I whimpered, feeling on edge.
He added another finger, and a slight burn took hold. Wetness gushed out of me, and my pussy made that familiar squelching noise that told Silas I was wet from this, wet from him—as if he couldn’t already feel it.
He curled his fingers, and I curled my toes, my body wanting to shoot off the couch.
“That’s it,” he cooed. “Do you see this? Do you see how your body responds to me? You are made just for me.”
He quickened his rhythm.
I threw my head back and screamed out his name, knowing I was so close.
So fucking close.
“Please,” I moaned out.
“I got you,” he said, and the hand on my stomach moved down to my thigh and pressed down a little as he increased the tempo until all I could think about was how he fucked me.
The squelching noise grew louder the harder and faster he fucked me, the butt of his palm tapping against my clit until I didn’t think I could handle it anymore.
I closed my eyes and squirmed on the couch, trying to get away, but the hand holding me by my thigh remained unwavering, while the hand fucking me seemed to have gotten harder, rougher.
“Please, Silas,” I cried out, tears seeping through my closed eyelids. Sobs escaped my lips when it got to be too much. “Please.”
“Not yet,” he gritted. “Not until you know exactly who you belong to.”
“I—”
Fuck. I already knew that. I already knew I belonged irrevocably to him. To them.
The orgasm hit me like a freight train.
It came out of nowhere and seemed to be endless.
I moved my hands down and tried to push Silas away. He persisted, his hand keeping up the brutal pace, fucking me even as I cried out my release.
I turned my head to the side and bit into the throw pillow as another orgasm hit.
Vaguely, I could hear Silas’ voice, praising me, telling me how good I was for coming for him.
I couldn’t have said anything even if I wanted to.
The hand on my thigh lessened in pressure, and I thought we were done, but he only freed his hand up to push my leg back until my knee touched my chest.
I looked at him through the slit of my eyes, taking in the sight of him just before he pulled out, spat on my pussy, and leaned down, eating me out like the hungry man I had likened him to so many times already.
“Fuck me,” I groaned out. I couldn’t handle this.
Not anymore.
“Not yet, baby. But soon,” he promised darkly before he covered my entire mound with his mouth.
His tongue came out, and he gently pressed it against my clit before dipping it inside me.
“No,” I cried, trying to push my leg out from his hold. His grip turned bruising, and the fingers he had inside my pussy just moments before slid down and played with my asshole.
He pushed one finger inside.
I gasped at the sudden move, but he gave me no time to get used to it.
He fucked my ass while I tried to control my breathing. “Silas.”
And the worst part was, I didn’t know if his name was said in protest or pleading. He fucked my ass a little faster, a little harder. I closed my eyes, and he let out a low growl when I instinctively clenched around his finger. “Fuck me, angel, but you are so fucking perfect for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I hissed out.
“Then come while I finger-fuck your ass, angel.”
As if my body knew who was in charge of it, I came on his command.
“Fuck,” I distinctly heard Silas mutter out as he pulled away from me. If I had any more energy, I might have protested over the loss of him, but at this point, all I could do was lie there and look at him as he quickly took off his boxers.
My pussy clenched at the sight of his beautiful dick. I didn’t need a lot of experience to know Silas was bigger than the average man, and from those very rare instances, when I had been brave enough to search the internet, I knew Silas was beautiful. He was thick, with a mouthwatering dusky color, as veins decorated the length. Pre-cum made its way out of the tip, and I watched as he swiped his thumb over it, collecting the wetness and pushing the digit toward my mouth.
“Open,” he commanded. I did as he asked, feeling hot all over my body as he pushed his thumb inside. “Suck.”
His pupils dilated, darkening his eyes when I sucked him in, savoring the salty taste of him.
“Enough,” he said like he was in pain. He pulled away from me and spread my legs with his hands. By this point, I was nothing more than a panting mess.
He grabbed his dick and gave himself a few hard strokes. He looked up and met my eyes, stilling.
“What are you waiting for?” I asked.
He shook his head as if getting out of his reverie. “Nothing,” he answered, falling into me in one unsteady thrust that had both of us groaning. I clenched around him, and he gritted his teeth.
“Fuck, baby.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me.
“Love me,” I whispered against his warm, sweaty skin.
“I already do,” came his answering grunt as he pulled out and pushed savagely back inside me, stoking flames that ignited inside.
“Don’t leave me,” I said, my nails digging into his skin.
“Fucking never.”
His thrusts became harder, faster, his hips pushing against mine. We stared at each other as we fucked, never looking away. I was determined to have that memory imprinted onto my brain for years to come.
“Silas,” I moaned out when I was getting close.
“Come with me, angel. Let me feel you shake around me.”
He reached down between us and rubbed at my clit harshly. My back bowed as sounds of pleasure that I never thought I would make escaped my lips. He rubbed harder, and just like a coil being wound too tight, I broke.
Silas buried his head in my neck, biting into the skin there as he soon followed after me.
I could feel his cum gushing inside me, a warm mess that had my heart racing and my mind begging for more.
I clung to him.
He hugged me harder.
Together, we found euphoria.