Chapter Fifteen – Thea
Silus’s pitch-black gaze stares down at me, his wide, strong body on top of mine. His hand sits, curled around my neck, while his cock is nestled inside me. The expression on his face is enough of an indication; he’s more than eager. He wants this more than anything. Wants me, for some reason.
And, fuck it, I want him. I want him even though there’s a million reasons and one why I shouldn’t. Let’s ignore the fact that he’s a mafia boss who kidnapped me in revenge. Let’s just focus on the fact that he’s the sexiest, most gorgeous man I’ve ever laid eyes on.
The muscles. The goddamned tattoos. I mean, shit, what’s a girl supposed to do in the face of a man like that? How can any straight woman take one look at him and not squeeze her thighs together?
Silus’s wide chest practically hums as he begins to thrust. He takes on a slow pace at first, relishing the feeling of our union and drawing out more soft sighs from me. That cock was hard to service my first night here, but it sits flawlessly between my legs, my core widening so his girth can fit.
I’m riding cloud nine. I lost track of how many orgasms he gave me before he took off the rest of his clothes and climbed onto the bed with me. Every muscle inside tingles. My heart beats quickly, so fast it might just pop out of my chest at any given moment. I feel like I’m someone else, caught in a daydream, not real life.
Because this can’t be real. It can’t possibly feel this good.
I’ve had sex before, obviously. I’m no innocent flower, no blushing virgin, but past experiences aside, I’ve never been hit with that many orgasms before, and when getting dicked down, it’s never felt this… explosive .
Explosive. Yeah, that’s a good description, especially since I still feel like my body is primed and ready for more orgasms. And having Silus above me, his hand on my neck while he gyrates his hips and thrusts his impressive cock inside me? It’s damn near enough to push me over the edge instantly.
I’ve never felt like this before, never wanted to completely give in, to surrender, to let someone do whatever they want to me, however they want to do it. I’ve never felt this connected to someone else before. Boyfriends come and go, hookups are a dime a dozen when you’re not searching for the one, but this? This is on its own level.
Silus is on his own level, and he extended his hand to me and lifted me up.
He picks up his pace, rocking harder against me, his fingers tightening around the sides of my neck, just below my ears. He’s not choking me, but the action makes me lightheaded, fluttery, and I moan and arch my back a bit so the man can hit a little deeper inside. My whole body is primed, ready to come again, and after all those orgasms, it seems as if the simple act of fucking me is going to make me lose it.
The truth must be written across my face, because Silus murmurs in perhaps the huskiest voice I’ve ever heard in my life, “Come for me again, love. Let me feel you come on my cock while I’m balls-deep inside you.” His body jerks his cock into me a bit rougher than before, drawing out an instant moan from me. “Let me hear you. Be nice and loud for me.”
Instructing me on how to come—the words might sound silly coming from any other guy’s mouth, but Silus? There’s something about him that makes him sound so sexy when he’s saying things like that.
And, damn it, hearing the dirty talk does help push me closer to the edge.
My will to fight this man is nonexistent. All I can think about is how he feels inside me, how he goes at me so fiercely the bed frame shakes beneath us, the way he gazes down at me, expectant, like he wants to watch me unravel. And that hand around my neck, making my head feel light and fuzzy…
My body spasms. My inner core tightens around his length the same moment I cry out, voicing my pleasure like he wants me to. Heat and pleasure explode inside me, swallowing me up completely, this orgasm ten times stronger than the others. My eyelids close as I lose myself to it.
Silus’s wide chest hums in approval, and he fucks me harder after that. “That’s my girl. I knew you’d do it. You’re so fucking sexy when you’re coming.” His body leans down on mine, the muscles on his frame tensing every time he jerks his hips into me. “You’re mine now, Thea. You’re fucking mine. Every single part of you. Do you understand?”
I’m still lost in the orgasm, in the way my body sings with his. What can I do besides nod while I pant and try to catch my breath?
“Good,” Silus whispers after I nod. “Good girl.” Again, a statement I might take issue with if it was anyone else saying it, but something about this man makes everything he says top-tier.
He releases my neck so he can better prop himself up over me, and the moment I open my eyes, I stare at his face, at the shadows hugging his features, as his movements turn more erratic. His thrusts draw out moans from us both, and all I can do is lay there and watch the man above me come with a vengeance.
His strong body slams against mine, his cock so deep inside me I swear I can feel it in my stomach. A ragged groan comes from his throat the same moment his eyelids slam shut and his upper half shudders. A warmth blossoms inside my core as his cum fills me up.
Normally, this is when the regret sinks in, but as I lay there, feeling his cum shoot out of his cock, I don’t feel anything remotely close to regret. The only thing I feel is… at peace, weirdly enough. Like this is where I’m supposed to be, where I’m meant to be.
Silus stays buried in me for a few seconds after he comes, but he doesn’t remain that way for long. Before I know it, he’s pulling himself out of me—but not because he wants to end this. No, he only pulls out of me so we can get beneath the covers and bring our bodies together again.
This time he rolls me onto my stomach as he kneels behind me. His large hands grip my sides and pull me to him so that I’m on my hands and knees for him, facing his headboard. I’m fairly sure I can feel some of his cum start to dribble out of me, but he doesn’t seem to mind—nor does he need a break, because without a moment’s hesitation, he slams himself into me again from behind.
Doggie style it is.
It’s rougher than before. The way he grips my sides, how his cock slams into me; it’s more carnal, more desperate, less about it being our first time together and more about, well, needing more.
More pleasure. More orgasms. Just more all around.
My tits sway with every hard thrust of Silus’s body behind me. He’s so strong I can barely hold myself up, but somehow I manage. The different angle allows him a deeper entry inside me. The man is rearranging my guts.
And it feels so good.
I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want this to end. It’s like we’re in another world, just the two of us, a world where we are the rulers, our pleasure the only thing that’s important.
As Silus slams into me, one of his hands leave my sides, curling around my hip and snaking its way to my clit. Swollen as it is, the moment he touches it I moan, and when he pinches the nub of flesh between his pointer and middle finger, I just about come undone.
You’d think a body could only take so much, so many orgasms, but you’d be wrong. With Silus behind me, fucking away wildly, and his fingers working my aching clit, my body is primed and ready to come again.
And it does. Fuck, it comes, and when the orgasm hits me, my arms give out and my face falls into the sheets, muffling the cry that escapes me. The only reason my back half remains upright is because of Silus’s firm grip on me and his hard cock piercing me from behind.
Everything becomes a blur after that. I don’t know how many more times he makes me lose it, but I do know that I become delirious after a while. Literally, the orgasms are like drugs, tiny little hits that make me soar, and his endless fucking is icing on the cake.
He’s a fucking god in bed. An animal. A monster. However you want to describe him. The man doesn’t stop. He has stamina that lasts and lasts and lasts; his cock never wilts, never loses an ounce of its hardness. Silus has me every which way. It gets to the point where my body is rubber, my bones too weak to hold myself up, and he simply arranges me how he wants me.
The man is ravenous, and only an endless supply of me can fill him and sate his hunger.
Honestly? We go for hours. We might go damn near all night. If I ever thought I was exhausted in my life before, it’s nothing compared to how I feel after a marathon of sex with Silus. Even breathing becomes difficult, and though my stomach gnaws in hunger, we don’t stop. We keep going.
I don’t know what time it is when Silus’s body finally falls next to mine, but I can say my pussy is worn out. The rim of my entrance is definitely on the sore side. Hell, it might be hard to walk after all that, not to mention the amount of cum that has leaked out of me in one way or another, drying either on my inner thighs or on the bed below.
My body is covered in sweat, and even though the fucking has stopped it’s near impossible for me to catch my breath. I’m still elevated, still primed. I don’t know how many orgasms I had, but if it wasn’t record-setting…
Silus breathes hard beside me, and he’s slow in rolling onto his side and curling an arm around me, holding me tightly against his body. I feel so small next to him, and yet, even though he kidnapped me, even though he’s probably the most dangerous man in this city, I don’t feel wrong with him. His arm around me, his body behind mine; it all feels right.
I feel protected, like he wouldn’t hurt me—which is stupid for obvious reasons. There’s no telling how long I can amuse a man like him. He’s used to having his pick of women. The only reason I intrigued him from the start was because I didn’t know who he was. That’s not really a basis for a relationship, kidnappings aside.
Still, as I lay there with him, our breathing syncs up, and I push those negative, doubt-filled thoughts out of my mind. Whatever is going to happen will happen whether I spend every waking second worrying about it or not. I need to just relax and focus on the mind-blowing sex and numbing amount of orgasms Silus gave me throughout the sex-capades.
Hey, not everyone can say they had their brains fucked, can they?
It’d be dumb as hell to imagine a future with Silus, for reasons that would be obvious to anyone who puts more than a passing thought to it. It’s even dumber for me, because I’ve never been one of those girls who daydreams about finding a man, getting married, and having kids. Thoughts like that just never came to me. I was always so focused on survival.
Still, before I drift off to sleep, I let myself imagine what a future might be like with Silus McLean.
The next morning I wake up with a yawn—at least, I assume it’s morning. I suppose, after such a long night, it might be well into the next day. I haven’t slept in till noon in, well, ever. Depending on what time it is, it might be a first for me.
After I yawn, I open my eyes, assuming I’m going to see daylight streaming in through the windows in Silus’s bedroom, but the only thing I see is darkness… and that’s because I’m not in Silus’s room anymore. I’m in mine.
Alone.
Alone and still very much naked, I realize, after sitting up and noticing my bare tits.
What the hell… did Silus carry me in here while I was sleeping? He couldn’t let me sleep in his bedroom after all that fucking, for fuck’s sake? God, what an asshole. I really do hate him, even if he fucks like a god.
I heave myself out of bed and throw on some clothes, and then I go to pound on the door. I don’t bother trying the doorknob; I know it’s locked, just like it’s always been. One night of wild fucking doesn’t automatically mean Silus trusts me. Frankly, I don’t know why I expected anything different.
“Hey!” I call out to him, not even knowing if he’s home. “Silus!” I keep pounding on the door, rattling it on its hinges.
Seconds pass, and those seconds turn into a minute before I hear the bolt on the other side of the door unlatch and Silus opens the door, standing there in a pair of black pants and a black, long-sleeve shirt neatly tucked into the waistband of his pants, held together by a—you guessed it—black leather belt. His midnight-colored hair is a little damp, slicked back, and his face is freshly shaven.
Fuck, the man is just as hot as he was last night. I see fucking him hasn’t changed my little crush on him.
But still, fuck this guy and the horse he rode in on.
“What the fuck?” I ask him when he says nothing. Seriously, the man stands there and stares at me like he’s waiting for me to say something, as if he, himself, has nothing to say to me at all. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
He seems to think about it. “How long do you have?” Then his eyes glance around at the room behind me, and he chuckles to himself and adds, “Oh, yeah, you’ve got all day.” His own joke that, personally, I don’t find very funny.
“No, I’m serious. What’s wrong with you?”
“I don’t understand the question.”
I laugh, but it’s a bitter sound. “We just… you took me on a date last night, and then we came back here and—” A part of me doesn’t want to say it, but not saying it won’t change the fact that it happened. “—had sex.”
All Silus does is cock a brow.
“Okay, lots of sex,” I clarify, “and then you just throw me back into my room while I’m sleeping? That’s all kinds of fucked up, don’t you think?” I fold my arms over my chest, which causes him to drop his gaze to my tits… and I’m suddenly very aware that I only threw on a shirt and shorts and nothing underneath.
“Are you trying to lecture me on what’s fucked up, Thea? Because, if we take a hard look at both of our actions, you’ll find that I’m not the only fucked-up one here,” he tells me. “Besides, how fucked up can I be if I’m currently making you a hearty breakfast so you can regain some of the energy we spent last night?” As he says that, he smirks.
Fuck. Now that he brought up food… I am starving.
“Now, I will let you use the bathroom without me hovering,” he continues. “Clean yourself up, get dressed, and meet me in the kitchen. Prove to me you can be trusted, and maybe the next time we fuck, I’ll let you sleep in my room with me.”
He’s baiting me. He wants to see if I’ll try to run. It’s ridiculous, because he has my brother—and I don’t know where he’s keeping Max—so if I would run, I wouldn’t be able to save my brother. What kind of person does he think I am?How many more times do we have to go through stupid tests like this?
I force myself to roll my eyes and tell him, “Fine, but if you think there’s going to be a next time—” I flip him off and then exit the conversation, locking myself in the bathroom that has basically become mine shortly after.
Oh, jeez. Who am I kidding? Of course there’s going to be a next time. You don’t fuck like that just once. No, you fuck like that over and over again until the shiny newness wears off, until you get yourself used to it and then it’s easier to walk away.
Or, at least, that’s what I’m hoping will happen. The last thing I want is to become addicted to Silus. I can think he’s hot all I want, I can enjoy his dick all I want, but to start to crave him, to need him, to… to actually care for him?
That’s just asking for trouble.