Chapter 17 #2
“What are you—” He shoved the glove into my mouth, enclosing it by clamping his hand over it.
I gripped his wrist, attempting to pull his hand from my mouth, my protests muffled.
“Hush, now.” He grinned. “Bite down on it if you have to. You don’t want passersby to hear, do you?”
My eyes widened as his hand disappeared under the wool of my skirt. My leg was lifted as he hooked it around the outside of his thigh.
Two of his fingers stroked between my legs, spreading and teasing the wetness that formed.
I flinched at his touch. His hand was the only thing keeping the chill out from under my skirt, aside from the two layers of wool stockings.
His mouth was on my neck, sucking as he cupped my pussy in his hand. One, then two fingers pushed inside.
A muffled, pathetic squeak rose from my throat. My eyes darted, hoping our position was enough to shield me from any possible wandering eyes.
“Behaving so well for me, aren’t you?” he purred in my ear, his fingers sliding in and out. While his demeanor was cool, he was absolutely savoring any reaction he could get out of me.
I clenched my eyes shut as the heat rose to my face, denying him the pleasure of seeing any emotions.
His fingers curled inside me, smoothing along the front of my vaginal wall before pressing against it in a gentle pulse.
I groaned and tightened my grip on his wrist, as well as my other grip on his fingers. My abdomen tensed, resisting against his movements as my nerves made me shake.
“You feel so good wrapped around my fingers like that,” he whispered. “It brings back fond memories.”
My head slumped back against the wall, looking up at him as he loomed over me, moving his fingers faster inside me.
I whined, sinking against the wall as my only supporting leg was becoming tired.
“Endure it.” He spoke low, slowly inserting a third finger.
To my embarrassment, I moaned under his hand. My body adjusted embarrassingly fast, accepting more of him without consulting the brain before the womb.
I shook my head, tossing it under his grip. My hands flew to his chest, shoving.
He pinched my cheeks between his fingers, pulling me back.
“No, I want to see you when you let go.” His wicked expression made that knot tighter. The heat kept rising, threatening to allow me to feel pleasure from a wicked, vile thing like him.
With the pace he was going, it was not long before I practically melted into his hand. My knee finally buckled, and I slid down slightly against the wall. I would be on the gravel if he weren’t holding me up.
My eyes squeezed shut instantly before opening again, looking up at his blond figure. The overcast had cleared, and the sun illuminated him like some prophetic figure, but I knew the devil came with many beautiful faces by now.
As I was grappling with my nerves, he removed his hand and took the glove from my mouth.
I coughed at the lingering taste of leather, inhaling for air.
His eyes fixated on my lips, his proximity stifling, suffocating more than the glove. Every breath barely escaped my lips before brushing on his. He leaned close, the brick wall behind me pressing hard on my back.
“There it is.” His lips were so close to mine, I could feel every word he whispered against my skin. “That face you make. Do you make it when you play with yourself?”
I bit down on his lip till it bled, but it did not stop him from hooking his fingers sharply inside me.
My throat began to burn, tightening.
“I will ask you one more time, a chance for peace. Answer carefully; it will mean your life.” His lips were just above mine. “Give yourself to me.”
“You are not asking.” My throat strained, a slight whistle from the constriction. “And you will continue to make demands of me until I find a way to put an end to you and all those like you, you foul beast.”
Silas sighed and trailed his thumb over my lip, smearing his blood over it like a ceremonial balm.
I coughed, unable to keep my eyes from watering, burning. The dry air made it harder to fight the asphyxiation. He just stood there, watching out of morbid curiosity, some cruel experiment.
“You could have had it all with just two simple words to grace your lips.” He gave a coy smile as I began to breathe heavily. “It would be so easy. All you’d have to say is—” His shadow overcame me as he leaned over, his cheek against mine, his mouth by my ear. “I’m yours.”
I managed a laugh that sounded more like a cough, a gag. “Not even . . . in death . . . would I utter those words.” My breath was raspy, tears clouding my vision and warming my cheeks as they began to numb.
He trailed his lips from my ear to my cheek, tasting the tears before they hovered above my own. I leaned up, the antidote just out of reach, but he leaned away. I was going in and out, his eyes blurring and focusing in my vision.
“Please . . . ” I mouthed but couldn’t speak anymore.
He cupped his hand over my mouth and kissed the back of his hand.
My body slumped, the stars in my eyes clouded, and all I could see was light and shadows. Even with a limp body, there were still arms grasped possessively around me.
All I could do was breathe out, and then the feeling of his lips on mine, faint like a daydream.
“Can you taste it, Alina? Your life dangling on the tip of my tongue?” His words were almost a hiss, yet the tone was begging to possess.
It was clear to me then that Silas had learned nothing in my absence. He was one of those men I would say was not dissimilar to a hound, in need of clear boundaries. Luckily, I knew how to deal with animals. How else do you set boundaries other than with threats?
If he was so set on using force, then I would not shy away from doing the same.