Chapter 2
Silas’ music blares from across the hall. I'd done my best to ignore him, but the asshole was determined to make my life miserable and it’s starting to work.
I’d been trying my best to not let it happen, I knew it was part of his game to show me he was in charge.
I’ve read the same sentence four times, it was time to give up, I groan out. Trying to prepare for a school like Monarch prep is tough enough without music blaring and distracting me.
My acceptance letter to Monarch Prep that Cranford gave me sits on my desk, staring at me almost mocking me, reminding me that I may not be good enough for this school. That no matter how hard I try, I’ll never fit in.
No matter how many times I read the curriculum or the school policy, I don't think I will prepare myself enough for when I walk in on Monday morning.
That’s it, the music has to stop!
Admitting defeat I slam the booklet shut, a breath of air escaping me as I push my chair out, striding across my room with more purpose than is needed, I open my door before I take the few steps across the hall and lift my arm, banging my fist on Silas’ door.
My heart’s pounding in my chest as I wait. The mix of anger and fear coursing through me.
Shit, maybe this was a mistake?
The music shuts off and then heavy footsteps move closer to me before the door flings open.
An irritated Silas stands shirtless in front of me, an angry glare across his face.
I lose a little bit of thought as I admire his large upper body.
He has at least an eight pack and I can’t help but admire the trail of hair leading toward that v shape in his groin that makes women go crazy.
He may be an asshole but his body makes my knees a little weak.
“What?” Silas barks, the annoyance of my interruption clear in his tone.
His nostrils flare as his eyes looks me up and down. An appreciative gaze wanders across my body. It's at this stage I realize what I’m wearing, I’d been studying and had no plans on leaving my room and in my anger had stormed out of my room in a small tank top and a pair of boyleg panties, fuck.
I do my best to keep my mind on the reason I’m here.
“I’m trying to concentrate and I can’t, do you mind turning the music down please?” I ask, trying my best to ignore what I'm wearing and the way Silas is eyeballing me.
Silas’ look tells me he gives zero fucks whether or not I can focus or not.
His bicep flexes as he leans against the door jam, Silas scoffs.
“I don’t think you are in the position to tell me what to do princess.”
“Stop calling me that?” I protest.
“Why?” Silas replies with a smirk. Using his six-five stature to intimidate me.
I try my best to not let him see that it does and fire back. “Why are you being a dick?”
Silas’ nostrils flare again, eyes boring into me as they darken.
Suddenly his hand grabs my shoulder and he shoves me against the doorframe and holds me there using the weight of his body, moving one arm above my head caging me between him and the doorframe, he then plants a hand on my belly keeping me in place.
“You know why Princess, I told you everything in here is mine and I do what I like, when I like.”
The heat from his body radiates onto me. I don’t dare move but it’s not out of fear.
Silas leans in closer to me, his warm breath blowing on my ear.
“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” he asks. I know exactly what he means before he says the next words.
“Coming out here in your panties, teasing me. I told you, next time there would be consequences.” Silas declares as he slides his hand down my stomach toward the top of my boyshorts.
His fingers caress the small gap between the top and shorts moving against my stomach, eyeing me with a predatory stare as his fingers graze the warmth of my flesh.
“Please, my voice is weak as I speak.
I despise my stepbrother with every fiber of my being but I can’t deny the control he has over me and try as I might, I can't stop the way my cheeks heat under his gaze or the way my pussy gets wet.
“You’re skating on thin ice, Princess,” Silas warns, his fingers continuing across my middle, with a featherlike touch his fingers caress across my skin forcing goosebumps to erupt over my flesh.
I smile demurely at him, before dropping my eyes to the erection pressing against my thigh.
Screw him.
Clearly Silas is enjoying what I’m wearing .
“My cock seems to have a mind of its own when you're around.” He grins widely and panic fills my bones, as he leans into me. Lowering his head his breath fans across my cheek as he moves his lips closer to my ear.
“I can show you just how much of a dick I can be, maybe I'll make you swallow it. Is that what you want, princess?” He asks. His fingers digging into my skin as his hand slowly lowers between us, his fingers gripping the edge of my shorts.
The eruption of butterflies in my stomach forces me to swallow, while the heat between my legs begins to grow.
“I could take you right now, and there is nothing you could do about it. So unless you want me to fuck this pussy, stay the fuck quiet, like the good little girl you are,” He growls.
“I’m not afraid of you.” I lie, tensing as his fingers move slightly reaching the inside of my thigh. I don't even sound convincing.
“You should be, you have no idea what I’m capable of.”
Swallowing I glare up at him, his lips hovering so close to mine, I suck in a breath.
Stupid asshole.
When his fingers move to my ass cheek I freeze, he pulls me to him. Gripping the flesh between his hand. Oh, God.
“I’m going to mark this ass princess, carve my name into it, show everyone just who you belong to,” he murmurs as my body reacts with a shiver.
“Don’t act all innocent Tenley, I know you.
Underneath this good girl act you have, you’re a dirty fucking girl who needs to be punished,” Silas says as he slowly pushes his fingers inside my shorts, I gulp.
His hand moves from my ass and begins to roam the bare skin of my thigh, he rocks his hips into mine, his erection pushing into me forcing a soft moan to escape as his cock touches my pussy, the thin layer of material from my shorts doing little to prevent the friction.
“Is that what you need? My hand turning that ass a pretty shade of pink?”
God, I want that so bad. No. I don’t .
When his fingers reach my clit a small and hopefully not noticeable gasp escapes my lips. He continues until his whole hand is inside my shorts, forcing the material to expand as he pushes his middle finger between my pussy lips, sliding them up and down coating his fingers in my arousal.
“You don’t need to say a word. Your dripping pussy tells me what kind of girl you are,” Silas whispers into my ear.
I tremble under Silas’ skillful touch, his eyes glint with wicked intent as the sounds of my wetness echo between us.
I hate that my pussy responds to his touch, the wetness coating his fingers evidence of my arousal.
Silas moves his head back from me and pushes his finger deeper inside my pussy.
A moan escapes my lips, as he adds a second curling them inside me, he pulls out slowly inching his fingers in again before he repeats the action this time thrusting them in harder, an inaudible whimper falls from my lips as heat gushes through my core, giving Silas everything he needs to use against me, he knows he has me.
Pulling his fingers out for a split second disappointment hits me before those two fingers are quickly replaced with three fingers.
My pussy contracts, the burning need inside me deepens as he curls his fingers, pushing them as deep as he can go, his lips graze against my collarbone, sucking so hard I know I’m going to wake up covered with hickeys.
His teeth clamp down on my shoulder, marking my flesh before he moves to the other side, repeating the action. His touch leaving a burning sensation across my skin.
My thighs clench together but not before they shake with the force of Silas’ fingers inside me.
Stop him, no. God, don’t stop.
My thoughts run riot as he works his fingers back and forth creating friction until my eyes roll to the back of my head, he keeps a pace thrusting in and out.
The sound of my wetness echoes in the hall. Silas curls his fingers inside me forcing my hand to reach out behind me to grab the doorframe to steady myself.
God the way he just takes control and takes what he wants from me. Just like my dream.
Silas catches my chin with his other hand, his fingers assuring I'm looking directly into his dark eyes.
“Is this pussy, needy princess?”
I take a big gulp, the sound evident even though I keep my mouth shut not answering him.
God, I want it so bad. No. I don’t.
Silas pushes his fingers deeper inside his whole hand sitting inside my shorts.
I can’t stop myself from moaning as Silas pumps his fingers inside me ensuring the palm of his hand is rubbing my clit as his begins to roughly finger fuck my pussy.
I reach my hand out grabbing his arm pulling it into me, wanting him to fuck me harder with his fingers.
I need it. I'm so desperate for it.
He smirks but gives me what I need, my fingers clamp around his arm as his fingers give me what I crave.
His cock pushes against my thigh and I tip my head back against the doorframe, I drag my nails down his arm digging them into his flesh scraping it away as I grip his arm.
Silas dry humps me against the frame, his cock so hard between us as he nips and bites along the edge of my jaw.
He stares deeply into my eyes, staring into my soul as I grind my pussy hard into his hand.
“Oh, oh,” I whimper, sounding as needy and desperate as he said I was.
“I own you princess, now be a good fucking girl and cum.”