Chapter 25 Harbor
I t's been several days since Talon and I hung with Kane. If I don't count him sneaking into bed to get me off, the day I woke from my cycle reset. I still have yet to talk with him about that, and to tell him how much I enjoyed it, but I haven’t had a chance to get him alone yet. Things have been pretty crazy, with Kane having to train all the time for his next combat team tournament. That's why we decided to meet for dinner tonight, since he was going away for the weekend.
We had a blast tonight, but Kane had to leave to go meet the team for travel. Talon walked me back to the dorm, against his wishes. He wants me to stay at his place, but most of my things are here, and I feel like I'm cheating the system somehow, if I get to stay at Talon's home without him. Talon kissed me goodnight at the doors to Bromberg House because he had to go get his bag and go out on an overnight training trip with Onyx. He said his advisor wants him to tap into the darkness in the middle of the night to test his power, or something like that.
I head toward the doors as Talon watches, and I turn to wave goodnight to him as I open the door. He smiles before turning to head home. I swear, I'm lucky to have a man like him. He's so damn sweet and thoughtful.
As I walk into the lobby of the dorm house, I notice how warm it is inside. I look around, but no one else seems to recognize the issue. Is it me? Am I getting sick? I must be hallucinating, or something. I turn to begin climbing the stairs. At one point, as I'm climbing the last flight, I think I see heat waves over the stairs. I need to go in and check my med kit, because if my vision is wavering, that could be a cause for concern.
I step onto the landing for my floor, and as I walk down the hallway to my door, a person descending from the floor above catches my eye. He's doused in shadows, but the weird smoke drifting up from him makes me worried. Maybe I should go to the healer center, and check and see if I'm getting sick? Continuing down the hall, I try to find my key in my bag. As I struggle to find my key, my mind wanders back to the man in the stairwell. Finding my key, I grip it tightly, wanting to hurry and unlock my door. I glance up, my anxiety working its way in to drive me crazy. It's not until I see that no one is waiting for me that I can take a deep breath.
It also seems as if my nerves are my worst enemy, because as I calm down, I can navigate the door's lock easily. I smile as the door opens, and I walk inside, dropping my purse and key on the table just to the right. As I turn and shut the door, it stops short. When I pull it open to see what was blocking it, a man rushes me, pushing me back as he storms inside and slams the door.
Standing before me is the man cast in shadows, and I'm immediately scared, not knowing what's going on. As soon as he speaks, though, my anger bleeds through.
“It’s about time you’ve repented for your sins. You have been allowed to walk around like a princess since day one, and I’ve come to collect for everything you’ve done against me. I’m tired that you haven’t paid for roping my sister into your chaos. You always were the toxic one, leaching off of her kindness.” He spits the words at me like poison darts, but for some reason, they just don’t hurt like they did when he cornered me after her death.
Fucking Silas Oramar. I’m growing weary of his attacks.
“What the fuck do you want me to do now? Why can't you leave me alone?” My demanding questions go unanswered, and he begins to stalk forward. “Stop! I'm warning you!”
“And what the fuck are you going to do?” he asks. “You aren’t strong enough to stop me. Think you’re going to call someone?” He storms toward me, backing me through the room. I look around, trying to find anything I can use to defend myself.
“Are you scared?” he says, an evil laugh echoing throughout my apartment. “You’ve always wanted me, so what’s the problem now? Is it that I’m calling you out on your whoring around? You’ve had this princess persona the entire time you’ve been here. I’m sure you can get down in the dirt with me for a little while. I doubt you could suck so many dicks and not like to get dirty sometimes.” Silas’s deep brown eyes are almost black right now, but there seems to be a glow emanating from within. I'm too scared right now to chance getting a better look. He's insane, and it seems as if his dragon is on the verge of forcing a shift. That would not allow this to be swept under the rug, so maybe I should do everything I can.
Backing into the console table in my bedroom, the corner hits my phone that I've slid into the side pocket. My eyes flicker down, but that's all he needs to read my mind.
“Think you’re going to call someone? There is no one to call. Your mate is out of phone range, thanks to the favor I pulled from the Mage Familiar Advisor. And your boy toy Kane is already on the road with the team. No one will save you from me,” he says.
As soon as he finishes speaking, he takes a swing at me, the back of his hand cracking across my cheek. The force knocks me onto the bed, and I wince from the pain. I've never been hit by a man before. At least, not out of anger. I've taken tackles and stuff in my combat class, but this is pure, unadulterated rage. He bends my exposed arm up and above my head, using his free hand to stroke down my body.
Fuck, this is insane! Why? Why is he doing this? "Stop this right now, Silas. You're insane!"
He chuckles as he drags his hand down my body. "There it is," he says when he finds my phone tucked within the leggings pocket. He pulls it out, turning to hurl it into the wall across the room. The crunching sound of the screencrushes my heart, as I knew that was my last chance to leave without getting hurt. As his attention turns back to me, he yanks me off the bed and forces me face-first into the wall. The pressure he puts on my back shoves my cheekbone into the hard plaster, and tears begin to pool in my eyes.
“Bitch, you aren’t going anywhere.”
As he leans into my back, I hear his belt unbuckle. Fuck, no. He's not going to fuck me without me wanting him to. I don't care if I wanted him the first time. The second time he manipulated me, and there won't be a third time, if I have any say about it. I raise both of my arms and push hard against the wall, but it does nothing. Plan B means to kick backward as hard as I can. When he grunts, I realize I managed to land a direct hit to his shin, but he's tougher than I expected. I should've known better; he is on the combat team, and the top fighter at that.
After he manages to pull his belt free from his pants, he yanks one hand down and weaves the belt around the wrist before flinging me face first onto my bed. I cry out from the harsh movement, but it does no good; Silas doesn't care if I'm in pain. In fact, he's likely doing everything he can to make this hurt worse. I just wish I understood why.
As I land on the bed, I try to tuck and roll off the end, but his grip on my lashed wrist doesn't allow me much leeway. In another attempt, I throw my head back. He only laughs at my pitiful efforts. It doesn't deter him from climbing onto the bed and straddling my thighs. He chooses his perch carefully, because he's grinding his hard cock into my ass.
“Fuck, Silas!” I scream, hoping to draw attention from other students.
“Oh, fuck,” he yells. “Yeah baby, scream my name. I'll give you what you need.” Using his position, he leans over and grabs my free wrist, wrapping it to the other one, then all the way around, securing my wrists together.
“You disgusting pig!” I spit my combative words. “I can’t believe I ever wanted you! You're an arrogant asshole who can't own up to the fact he made a mistake!”
“And what mistake is that, huh, Princess?”
“You're mad that you overreacted to who I was. I always belonged here, just like I said. You're just mad because I called you out on being obsessed with me. I didn't give a shit about you because you quickly proved how much of an asshole you are. So, fuck you. I didn't deserve any of the shit you threw my way, and maybe if I wasn't as distracted by your attacks, I could've figured out who was attacking the school!”
“I don't know what you're talking about, bitch,” he roars. “You ended up trying to hook up with your stepbrother immediately after hooking up with me. And then you chased after the loner Blackwood, but I guess that backfired, huh?”
“I love my mate! You are crazy! Stop this right now!”
“You’re just a whore, aren’t you?” he asks. I can feel him vibrating with his insanity as he sits on my thighs and rubs his dick all over me. “How many dicks have you taken? Does this get you wet? I bet you're dripping with the chance to be with me again. You’ve been begging for my dick since that night at the club. Fuck, I should give it to you right now.”
Kneeling over my legs, he lifts my sweater up and over my head, leaving it to obscure my vision. Then he grabs at my leggings, tearing them apart, before doing the same with my panties. It's at this moment that I'm glad I have a bit of privacy. He doesn't deserve to see my tears, and I don't make a sound as I let them fall.
“Let's see if you're as tight as I remember. Who knows how many dicks you've taken this year.” Thrusting his hand in between my thighs, he forces his way through my folds. When he finally does find my pussy, he shoves a finger inside me.
I can't help the whimper that escapes, but I'm thankful he doesn't hear it.
“I want to see this pussy, bitch. Spread your legs!” He pulls his hand out, using both to spread my cheeks to either side. Knowing he doesn't have that strong of a hold on me, I wriggle, trying to get free. I'll do whatever I can, but sitting back and taking it while I have a chance, that's not what I do.
“I see that pretty pussy,” he says. “Oh, you want it that bad? I see you. Here, if you want my dick that badly, all you had to do was ask.” His voice lowers, as if he thinks he's being kind. Fuck this!
As I squirm, he lifts off of me, which unfortunately gives him the opportunity to hook his hands around my waist. He uses his leverage to push me headfirst into the corner, cushioned by pillows, but that means I have nothing to push against. He forces my head down and my ass up, and I struggle just to make sure I can breathe through my sweater.
His hands grip my ass and spread it again, fully exposed to his eyes. “Fuck, that pussy looks fat with need. You want it, don't you? You want my dick? You'll get it soon enough, Princess.” He thrusts his finger back inside me, forcing a cry of pain from my throat. “You know you want it; stop acting like you don't.” He loops his free hand around my thigh, and after some harsh prodding, his fingers find my clit. Pain, hot like lightning, shoots through my core as he forces my body to react. I hate that he got a chance to be with me once, and now he knows exactly how to get me to come.
As my body betrays me, and my core becomes wet, Silas groans and leans over me. “There she is. There is the whore I know. Look at you getting wet for me. I knew you wanted my cock all along.”
At this point, there is nothing I can do. I'm propped up in a corner, my head is in pillows and I can barely breathe, and my hands are bound behind my back. Silas is kneeling behind my ass and straddling my legs, so I can't even kick him. Somehow, I've managed to allow myself to be shoved into this defenseless position. How could I let that happen? I stop making any noises altogether, not wanting to allow him the satisfaction of gaining any reaction from me. I close my mouth, not even allowing my tears to cause me to sniff.
He pinches my clit before he releases me from his grip. I don't dare to believe he is letting me go, and I'm glad I didn't get my hopes up, because the noise from his zipper rattles in my head. I swear, I will never forget that sound.
“Gods dammit, you make me so fucking hard with this ass. I can't wait till I can fuck it, but I don't want you out of commission because I went too hard, too fast.” What the fuck is he even saying? Gods, why is he speaking so weirdly?
The blunt tip of his cock rubbing against me distracts me from my rambling thoughts. He doesn't wait, gripping my hips with both strong hands and thrusting himself inside my cunt. My mouth opens in a silent scream, but I won't ever let him know my anguish. He pistons in and out of me, no longer worrying about my pleasure now that my body is wet enough. It still fucking hurt, but at least my core was kind of expecting something. It's nothing like when Talon and I make love, or any of the times Kane has used his fingers on me. No, this is just Silas being the selfish little boy, trying to make a claim on the toy he discarded. Fuck, that's all I am to him, aren't I? He saw others who noticed my worth and got jealous. Well, fuck him!
“Fuck, I don't know if you're up-to-date on your contraceptive spell,” he mutters. “I can't deal with a pregnant whore. That's okay, I'll just pull out. It'll be fine. Won't it, whore?” He releases one hip in order to push down on my upper back, shoving my face further into the pillow. My breaths are ragged, but I don't panic. I can still breathe, for now.
“I wonder if I could keep her? Maybe in a different location, where she can be my own personal whore. But that means I'd have to have her moved, and then we'd have to build more rooms. Fuck, this feels so good, though. If she was my whore, just for my use, I could have access to her at any time.”
I do my best to tune out his ramblings. Silas's words come out broken, his breaths becoming labored. It seems as if he's close to finishing. I pray to the gods above that this would end quickly. All I want at this point is a shower and to go to bed. I guess I'll have to go to Talon's because I don't know if I can ever sleep in this bed again.
“Fuck. That's it; take my dick. You're such a good little whore. Too bad you're too mad, otherwise you coming on my cock would drive me wild. Fucking hells, I remember. You squeezed me so hard, you made me come. Fuck, yes, oh my gods, I feel it. I can feel you clamping down. Fuck!” I have no idea what he's going on about because I can’t do anything, folded up here in the corner.
He roars as he finishes, pulling out and spraying his cum all over my back. He sits back, panting for his breath as he admires his artwork. A chuckle spills from his lips as he backs away, and then I'm abruptly yanked backward and spun around. I cringe as his cum is spread all over my back and onto my inside-out sweater. He tears at my sweater, pulling it back over my head.
“Gods, you're a fucking mess.” His oblivious critique of my appearance is laughable, but I disregard it, trying to blink my eyes open. The blinding light makes it hard for my eyes to focus. As I’m clearing the fuzziness in my vision, I see him flick something orange away. Before I could say or do anything, Silas palms my face, forcing it to the side before a sting lands on the juncture of my neck and shoulder.
Ouch! What the fuck was that?! The last thing I hear before my world goes black is a crude comment muttered from my abuser's lips.
“Yeah,” he says, finally releasing my face. “I'm so not done with you.”