Chapter Fourteen – Silus
Thea gets quiet after our little talk during dessert. I don’t poke her, don’t prod her. I know she’s knee-deep in certain thoughts, so I let her get lost in them. It gives me more time to watch her, to study her, to memorize every soft curve on her face, the way that dress hugs her body perfectly.
The more I look at her, the more it’s undeniable: I want her. I need her. Holding myself back from her these last two weeks was akin to torture of the worst variety. To have her so near, to know she and, therefore, her body, are so close… keeping myself busy was hard.
But there’s something about her. Something that makes me want more than just her body. If it was only that petite form I wanted, I’d have claimed it every which way imaginable by now. I want more than that.
I want everything .
It is a peculiar desire. We’ve spent some time together, true, and she did intrigue me from our first encounter, but those things don’t automatically lead to me wanting everything. In fact, I can’t say I’ve ever wanted everything from a woman before. If I had to describe how I felt about most if not all of the women I’ve been with before, it can be summed up in one word: indifferent. Interested in their bodies, sure, but wholly indifferent to more.
And they always wanted more.
But not Thea. Thea is alone in the fact that she pretends she is, herself, indifferent to me. That she doesn’t want me. That she hasn’t thought about the way her body sang to mine each night when she’s alone.
I want this girl. I want her more than anything before—and tonight I’ll have her.
We finish our meal and I hold onto her hand as I lead her out of the restaurant, to my car right outside. My driver is waiting for us. I pull open the back door and let her crawl inside first. Soon enough, we’re on our way.
I sit as close to her as I can without having her on my lap. Her arms are folded over her chest, her lips puffed like she’s pouting—still not too happy with our latest conversation at dinner, if I have to guess.
Leaning toward her, I brush away her blond hair and whisper into her ear, “Don’t be upset with me over what I said, love.”
Thea turns those bright blue eyes to me, fire burning within their depths. “How do I know that you won’t get tired of me? That, after a while, you’ll decide you’ve had enough? I don’t want to spend the last part of my life locked up, wondering when you’re going to snap and have me and my brother killed.”
So worried about her brother. It is charming to see her as concerned as she is. Truly, her brother is the only family she has since her mother is next to useless. It’s not a feeling I’d know; my family was always close. Family is the most important thing. Without it, you’re just a man, and when you’re just a man in a city like this, you’re no one.
“How many times have I told you I am a man of my word? Give me the time you owe me, and I will let you go. You and your brother,” I tell her in a hushed whisper as I set a hand on her knee, bunching up her dress somewhat. “Besides, I think there are other thoughts that should fill that pretty head of yours, such as how I’m going to have you first tonight.”
Thea chuckles and says, “You’re so full of shit.” But even I can tell it’s a half-hearted response and her normal fire isn’t behind it.
“Is that a challenge?” I lift the hand off her knee and bring it to her face, cupping the bottom of her jaw and forcing her to look at me. I lower my voice to a bare whisper as my nose grazes hers, “You should know that if you challenge me, love, I will always rise to the occasion. I’ll always take the bait, especially when the prize is you.”
Her breathing comes out ragged. “I hate you.”
I smirk. “I think you want to hate me. I think you want it more than anything in the world—besides your freedom, that is. But the truth is the opposite: you don’t hate me. You don’t hate me at all. Even knowing who I am and what I’ve done doesn’t change it. You want me, and I—” I drop my hand to her neck and draw out a gasp from her. “—want you.”
I don’t let her respond, because I know if I do, she’ll keep denying it. The only way to get her to shut up is to prove it to her, so I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her hard.
Thea’s arms are slow to uncross, and she moans softly into the kiss, a feminine, fluttery sound that echoes in my core and drives me to kiss her more fiercely. I have her cornered as much as possible given where we are; she’s got nowhere to go and she knows it. The only thing she can do is give in.
And she does. It takes her only a second or two to wrap those arms of hers around my neck. I release my hold on her throat and grab her legs, hoisting them across mine so she’s literally draped across my lap, never once breaking the kiss.
She tastes sweet. Forbidden, almost. Like the forbidden fruit itself in the garden of Eden—no, like she is Eden itself, an oasis tucked away in the desert with everything I could possibly need.
Thea’s lips on mine instantly harden my cock, but I’m not my brother. I don’t like putting on a show for others to see and join in. My driver knows not to look in the rearview mirror, but when it comes to Thea, I’d rather not take any chances, so I won’t tear off her dress here.
No, that’ll wait until we’re truly alone. She’s all mine, and I plan on proving that to her tonight.
We never part, neither of us pulling away. We stay locked together, her body curled on top of mine, until my driver pulls up to the front door of my building. It’s only then that I pull my mouth off hers and say, “Let’s continue this upstairs.”
Her cheeks are twinged with pink, her lips a little puffy. Her blue gaze is hazy almost, like she’s not quite in her right mind. Kissing me for so long must’ve affected her in ways she probably doesn’t want to face.
I scoot us to the door and throw it open. I move her legs off my lap and get out first so I can help her stand—and I almost laugh when she proves to be unsteady on her feet. As strong as she is, as tough as she may be, she’s still putty in my hands.
We head into the building and up the elevator, and let’s just say there has never been a longer elevator ride in the history of mankind. Seriously, I think the damned thing went ten times slower on purpose. Even though it’s an inanimate object, it has to know I’m itching to get up there.
Unfortunately, the time it takes for us to reach my place and get inside is enough time for Thea to snap herself out of it, and the moment we cross the threshold into my condo, she yanks her hand out of mine and whirls on me with an accusatory stare.
“You’re—you’re just—” Thea can’t seem to talk. Ah, so I guess she hasn’t really come back into herself yet. Given another few minutes, she will.
Exactly why I’m not going to give her those minutes.
Once the door is locked, I don’t wait another moment. I know she’ll fight me, so I don’t give her the option to. I bend over and pick her up so that she drapes over my shoulder. Her heels slip off in the process, landing on the floor, and I walk us to my bedroom.
“What? Put me down! You can’t just—” Thea gulps once I step into my bedroom, and she hurriedly adds, “I don’t want to have sex with you.”
My room is the most spacious of the bedrooms here, with large windows and a balcony on the right side of the room, along with a private bathroom just off the far corner. And my bed? Extra-large so my tall frame doesn’t hang off. Everything in it is sleek and black—something that should come as no surprise to anyone, since black is pretty much all I wear.
I drop Thea on the bed, and she bounces once before her glare is fixed on me.
“You do,” I tell her, loosening and pulling off my tie while coming to the realization that I rather like the look of her on my bed, even with clothes on. “You were practically begging for it the first night. It was hard to walk away from you after that.”
She props herself up on her elbows, jutting out her chin in defiance. “Then why didn’t you fuck me then, hmm? Why not just get it over with?”
“Thea, love, you’ll soon discover that I am not a man who does things just to get them over with ,” I overenunciate the words, as if I’ve never said them in that order in my life. “If I do something, I don’t half-ass it, and when it comes to you, I plan on making it last and enjoying myself every goddamned second of it.”
Thea has a retort ready, I can see it written on her face, but whatever it is dies on her tongue the moment I begin to take off the rest of my suit. Her blue-eyed gaze falls to my hands, watching as I unbutton my suit jacket.
I take the opportunity to continue, “I did not fuck you the first night because I knew that if I did, I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back from you. Once I had a true taste of you, I’d only want more.”
She swallows hard and bites her lower lip in one of the most tempting gestures I’ve ever seen. “And now?” The words almost don’t come out, spoken so softly I only hear them because we’re so close.
“Now I’m done waiting.” I toss my suit jacket onto the nearby dresser, slip off my shoes and then work on untucking my shirt before I unbutton it. The wrist buttons first, then the first near my neck. Button by button I work my way down, never tearing my eyes off her. “I’m going to fuck you tonight, but before I do, I’ll have you begging.”
“Fuck you. I won’t beg for anything.”
Challenge accepted, dear Thea. Challenge fucking accepted.
Her cheeks were flushed long before we came up to my condo, but the moment I take off my shirt and reveal the tattooed torso and arms underneath, her skin flushes anew. I don’t need to be a psychic to know she likes what she sees; I do take good care of myself—have to, given what I do. I have my own gym, set up in one of the extra bedrooms, that I spend quite a lot of time in when I’m alone.
The clothes make the man, but beyond that, muscle also does the trick.
I stop shedding my clothes after taking off my shirt, stepping closer to the bed as I bring my hands to her legs. I yank her ass to the edge of the bed, causing her to gasp, and I can’t help but smirk as I lean down over her and say, “Get ready to beg for it.”
Pure defiance flashes across her features. “In your dreams.” In other words, she’s telling me to give it my best shot, to give her my best—or my worst, depending on how you look at it—and I will rise to the challenge. I will make her lose her goddamned mind, make her delirious with pleasure, until the only words she can say are ‘Fuck me, Silus.’
I yank up her dress, exposing those deliciously sweet legs as the dress bunches near her ass. Her panties match the dress in that they’re simple and black. In all honesty, I don’t care too much about them; my true destination lies beneath them. I hook my fingers through the sides of her panties and pull them down her legs in one smooth motion.
She can’t deny she wants me. If she didn’t, she’d be telling me off with more than just her words. Thea would be fighting me, trying to run, trying to hit me. She’d be doing anything she can to get away from me.
But she’s not, and that tells me she wants me. She wants me but is too stubborn to admit it.
I toss the panties aside before I lower myself between her legs. My hands curl around her figure to her ass, getting her body in a better position. Kneeling beside the bed, her legs on either side of my head, the sight before me is one of the best, if not the best, sights I’ve ever seen in my life: tempting pink folds that signal the pleasure waiting for me and a nub of flesh that, after some work on my part, will swell to new heights as Thea loses herself in me.
Unabashed hunger gnaws inside me, and my cock twitches in the confines of my pants, hard as steel. I’m dying to rip off her dress, lay her down, and bury myself between these legs, get to know her body as I claim her pussy as mine. But I meant what I said. I’m in no hurry, no rush at all, and by the time I take my pants off, Thea’s pussy will be dripping wet for me and she’ll be begging to feel me inside her.
I don’t wait a second more. I bring my mouth to that apex and get to work, feasting on Thea like I am on death row and she is my final meal, the only thing I want. My mouth attaches to her clit as my tongue circles the sensitive nub and instantly draws out a moan from her. That moan only makes me work harder.
Thea holds herself up with her arms, and a quick glance up at her tells me she threw her head back and shut her eyes. She may not admit it, but she’s already losing herself to the pleasure I’m giving her. At this rate, her first orgasm will arrive sooner rather than later.
I focus on her clit as my fingers dig into her outer thighs. It’s a hard, fast assault, one that draws out more moans from her slender throat. Thea’s hips start to rock against my face, and I take that as a signal that she’s close to the edge already, so I push harder. I suck more. I flick around that bean as it swells.
She lets out a single word, “Fuck,” and one of her hands finds the back of my head, her fingers weaving through my hair and pulling slightly. Her hips rock a little harder, like she’s riding my face to an orgasm.
Normally I’d tell her that the fucking will come in time, but no way in hell am I going to pull myself away from her apex right now. She’s close. I can sense it. So close to unraveling. Once she tumbles off the edge, it’ll be easier to keep pushing her off that same ledge, and with each orgasm that racks her body, her pussy will get wetter and wetter. When I fuck her, I won’t need lube of any kind. Her body will be ready to take my cock bare.
Her clit pulsates beneath my tongue the same moment her legs tense around my head and her entire body trembles. The cry she lets out as she comes is earth-shattering, world-stopping, and I commit the sound to memory.
It’s only after she comes that I pull my mouth off her clit and smirk up at her, watching as she slowly opens her eyes. “Was that so hard, love?” I ask her.
She rolls her eyes—she does that a lot—and she guides my face back down to her apex, wordlessly commanding me to continue. Thea would never admit it aloud, but she’s dying to come undone. Fortunately for her, I am more than willing to resume my feast.
Her body becomes attuned to my mouth, reacting with every single lick and suck. Her moaning is a symphony that fills the room, the sounds the sexiest I’ve ever heard. Thea is nothing more than goo in my hands, her clit swelling under the pressure of my mouth.
This girl… she had no idea the night she planned on kidnapping me that she’d become mine.
Thea comes for me again and again and again. Her breathing turns desperate, her skin hotter than fire. Eventually she can’t keep herself propped up and she collapses back on the bed, writhing as I eat her out. Her back arches and her thighs clench around my head tightly, but I’m right where I want to be, memorizing the way she tastes.
After her fifth orgasm, I dip my tongue to the rim of her pussy, circling it once before pushing my tongue inside her to get a true taste of her core. Her arousal is slick on my tongue, and I groan into her pussy, the need to put something inside her other than my tongue and fingers becoming so intense I can’t ignore it anymore.
She’s wet enough. It’s time to fuck her brains out—but first…
I pull my mouth away from her apex, my tongue no longer pushed in that sweet cunt. I’m slow in standing. Every movement I make that doesn’t involve me pinning her down with my cock is more difficult than the last.
Thea breathes hard, like she can’t quite fill her lungs with enough air, but she does crack open her eyes to watch me stand. Her luscious lips are parted as she pants, her chest heaving against the dress. Beautifully undone by nothing more than my mouth.
Narrowing my eyes at her, I say, “Tell me you don’t want this.” As I speak, I grab her lower half and pull her against me. Since her legs are wide open, her bare, sensitive apex collides with the hard bulge in my pants. “Tell me you don’t want me inside you, Thea.” Egging her on, baiting her, when I know precisely what she craves.
Me. My cock. The sweet surrender of giving in.
“Tell me,” I pause as I grab her neck and lift her top half off the bed, drawing out a gasp from her in the process, “that your pussy’s not begging to be filled by my cock. Tell me, love, and I’ll walk away from you right now.”
An empty promise, because we both know the truth. We both know exactly what her body needs right now—another release, this time when I’m hilt-deep inside of her. We both know I’m telling her to lie to me.
“Or,” I murmur, moving the hand around her neck to get to the back of the dress, the part that fastens around her neck and keeps the fabric over her tits, “tell me the truth. Tell me you want me inside you, fucking you until you come again—” I undo the back of her dress, and as a result, it loosens and falls, revealing her glorious, perky tits.
I don’t wait for her to respond; I immediately bring that hand to her chest, toying with her nipples and caressing the smooth curve of those luscious tits.
Tweaking her pebbled nipples is enough to draw out another moan from her, and she responds by grinding her midsection against my pants, along my bulge. “I,” she starts, but she doesn’t let herself say anything more.
I lean down over her, pinching her nipple harder while feeling my own cock twitch. “Tell me you want me, and I’ll give you relief. I’ll fuck logic out of that pretty head of yours.”
She whines, but she doesn’t admit it out loud.
“There’s no shame in admitting you want me. No shame at all in telling me you want to be fucked long and hard.” I massage her right tit before moving to the left and doing the same. “I’ll fuck you all night. That’s a promise.”
When Thea still doesn’t say anything, I drop my hand from her chest, snaking it between us. My fingers curl around her swollen clit and pinch it between them, and the action makes her squirm and arch her back. Her bare chest quivers.
“Say it,” I command, holding her clit hostage until she admits to us both the truth.
Cheeks red, Thea can hardly speak, “I—” Her voice cracks on the word. Her feistiness is on full display now, but I can see it crumbling with each passing second. She is so very close to giving in, to telling me exactly what I want to hear. “—I…”
“You what?” It seems I need to draw it out of her bit by bit. Luckily for us both, I’m up for the job. Thea has met her match in me—or perhaps it’s the other way around. Who can truly say for sure? “If you don’t tell me exactly what you need, I’ll walk out of this room right now.” A threat, though a pointless one; we both know I’m not going to leave the room at this point.
The way Thea looks up at me with those big, blue eyes sets something on fire inside me, and the way she says “I need you” would make my cock rock hard if it wasn’t already.
But that’s not nearly descriptive enough. I need to hear her say it all, so I push her, “You need me to what?” I told her before I wanted to hear her say it, that she would tell me she wanted me to fuck her, and by God, that’s what she’s going to say now.
She swallows hard. “Fuck me.”
“Now say it all together.”
If she wasn’t so delirious, there’s no doubt in my mind she would have told me off, but she is feverish, and therefore all she says is, “I need you to fuck me.” The words come out of her in a rush, as if she can’t say them quickly enough, but that’s all I need to hear. Those are the magic words.
I grin as I pull away from her—only so that I roll her onto her stomach so I can get at the zipper on the dress’s side. “There. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” I pull on the zipper and the rest of the dress loosens. In less than fifteen seconds, the dress is on the floor and she’s naked, ass-up, on the bed.
Not for long, though. I roll her over again so that I can see her bare body in its full glory, no dress inhibiting my view of her. My cock longs to be inside her, so as I study that naked figure, I work on my belt and then my pants.
The rest of my clothes come off in a hurry, and then I’m crawling onto the bed with her, helping her body move so that her head can rest on my pillows. Right now, we’re above the covers, but after our first round or two, we’ll move beneath them; I want my bed to smell like her. I want to be reminded of the sweetness that is Thea when I close my eyes and dream at night.
One day she’ll be in my bed with me, when she needs no pushing to admit that she belongs to me. She’s not there yet, but she will be in time. I have to be patient—something that will be increasingly difficult for me, given how hard these last two weeks have been.
Her legs are already spread wide for me, the skin on her body flushed a gorgeous pink. The way her chest heaves as she struggles to breathe tells me just how badly Thea wants me. The girl is too lost in the moment, too out of her mind with desire; if she was in her right mind, she’d certainly tell me off.
That said, telling me off is the last thing she’d do right now. One look at her face and that much is plain. I position myself between her spread legs, letting my gaze eat up her form. My cock is steel, every hard inch of it aching to be inside her, and yet I need to commit the way she looks in this moment to my mind.
She’s fucking spectacular, every single inch of her—and now she’s mine.
I lay down over her, using my arms to keep my body above hers. My cock needs no extraguidance, and her pussy is slick enough that its entrance is rimmed with her arousal. As my hips come down, my cock finds that entrance and slides in with no resistance. Thea sucks in a hard breath, her eyelids fluttering as we lock eyes while I fill her up, inch by inch until I’m as deep as I can be inside her.
Fuck. She feels even better than I thought she would. Fucking her with my fingers was nothing at all compared to this. This is heaven. This is right where I’m meant to be. Her pussy, so slick and wet, fits around my length like a glove, fucking perfect. My cock twitches once I’m fully inside her, and the groan that escapes me fills the air around us, a sign of how amazing it feels to be buried in her core.
I lay my arm over her head on the pillow, unhurriedly moving my other hand to her neck. The short gasp she lets out after that informs me she is ready to be fucked nice and hard, and fortunately for us both, I’m more than up for the task.
Fucking hell. I’ve waited for this for an eternity. I’m going to make it last.