43. When Will You Learn? #2
Silas scoffed. “Put two and two together. I’m on my knees for you. What do you think I’m doing?”
I wanted to scream. Was he serious? In the closet?
“My whole family is right out—”
“Screw them.”
Silas’s fingers ghosted along underneath my shirt, finding their way to my belt and loosening it. I could feel my cock twitching in response. I was unable to stop the rush of heat there.
My arms shot down to try and stop his prying hands from stripping away my means of cover. “Silas, s-s-stop.” My voice betrayed me.
Silas rose to his feet, and I could feel a breath of relief escape me.
“Kiss me,” he demanded.
“What?” This interaction was so fucking confusing. Just what did Silas want from me?
He didn’t wait for me to abide by his request. Our mouths were once again interlocking, this disheveled indulgence getting the better of my conscience. Knowing what he wanted to do with that tongue drove me wild.
Silas’s hands swathed over mine, bringing them upward until my arms were pinned above my head. Using one hand, Silas held my wrists stationary, and using the other he loosened my tie and shirt, exposing part of my throat.
I was attempting to remain calm, but waiting to see what Silas would do with me next caused excitement to ripple through me without my control. Silas’s hand trailed down my side and then vanished. Before I could think twice about it, lips were at my neck, sucking my skin.
“Do you know what the greatest thing about your family is?” Silas questioned as he nuzzled me.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Everyone is basically on the police force,” he nipped at my ear, his grip on my wrists tightening.
I was puzzled, thinking that was the very trait he hated about my family. “What’s so great about that?”
Click.
Silas grinned widely against my flesh. “It is so easy to find a pair of handcuffs.”
I sucked in a breath. Son of a bitch.
Silas had handcuffed my right hand to the closet rod above us. As I stood there, absolutely dumbfounded that he shackled me in my own house, to the closet I brought him to, he nonchalantly proceeded in lowering my pants past my hips.
“Silas, what do you want? Just tell me and I’ll—”
The buttons came loose, and my boxers were swiped down. My hardened cock sprung free, exposing me.
Silas simply laughed. “I don’t see why you’re so stressed about it. You seem to need my assistance.”
I clenched my eyes closed. “Jesus, Silas.”
I fumbled with the handcuff. I had never desired anything so strongly, but I hated the idea of how it was going to happen. Delane was still lost among my thoughts. And this made me feel so dirty. So wrong. Like I was serving her an injustice.
“Can’t this wait?” I pleaded, staring down into the darkness, wondering if our eyes were meeting. I couldn’t see him fully.
Silas massaged my hips, saying nothing. His breath already felt amazing on the tip of my cock, and I trembled.
“Silas?”
“I’m done making deals with you,” Silas murmured. “And besides,” I could feel his smirk in the shadows. “This is your punishment.”
I yanked at the restraint now, trying to use my free hand to loosen the handcuff. “For what? Not inviting you to the damn masquerade? Shit, I—”
“Not for excluding me,” Silas hissed. “For bringing that bitch with you.”
My free hand dropped to my side. His words struck me to silence.
He had seen her.
“Did you think I wouldn’t notice her bumbling about?” Silas scoffed. “Who could miss that color she has for hair?”
My throat felt dry. “You’re not going to–”
“Oh, don’t you worry. After this I’m leaving. You can kiss her, dance with her, fuck her—I don’t care,” he snarled. “But I want you to know what she won’t do for you, first.”
I couldn’t breathe. “Wait–”
Silas engulfed me, ripping a shocked, strangled moan from my mouth. My cock slid all the way back to his throat, and the sharp feel of the dragon scales on his mask pressed into my stomach.
I bit down on my tongue to stop myself from making any noise. Why should I give Silas the satisfaction of torturing me like this? I wouldn’t. Fuck him for doing this to me.
Fuck him for feeling like this, his lips tight around the base of me.
Fuck him for having those expert skills that made my toes curl.
Fuck him for being so warm…and wet.
I couldn’t describe the way it felt. The delicious sensations that ignited throughout me at the contact of Silas’s tongue made my lips quiver.
Silas reached one hand behind me, squeezing my ass and holding me in place as he bobbed back and forth on my cock.
My whole body was shaking with need. I hated myself for craving more.
I wanted more. It was so fucking good.
“God…” I moaned softly. I couldn’t hold it down.
I slammed my head back against the wall of the closet, unintentionally knocking more of the junk down to the floor below. The noise of it rang out around us again. Part of me actually wished someone would catch us in the act so that we’d be forced to stop.
“Damian would…kill y-you if he saw…this…” I choked out, hoping that the threat would deter him from going on.
Silas released me briefly, gasping for breath. “I wish he would open that door,” he panted, his cool rush of air hitting the tip of my cock. “Then I could see you splayed out before me, all strung up and begging to be let go…damn…there are so many things I want to do to you…”
“You’re crazy...” I whimpered faintly.