Chapter 24 Silas
“Keep your eyes off my wife!”
Hijo de su perra madre . The whole room goes still, and I carry on, despite the blood spreading across the floor. Thalia’s mouth hangs open as the red liquid forms around the body. I don’t mind giving the men a little show, but I don’t like how intently this particular asshole had been watching my wife.
“Thalia,” I say, and her wide eyes return to mine. “Come here.”
She crawls toward me, and I pick her up and place her on my lap. When her head turns to the dead body, I move her face back toward me. The fear in her brown eyes is intoxicating. I rub her thigh and return to the business in front of me.
I run my knife over the brown paper and use the tip of the blade to scoop out a small sample of cocaine. I bring the tip of the blade to my lips and run my tongue over the white substance. Thalia watches me, her brown eyes glazed over and filled with raw desire. I can feel her soaked teddy on my thigh. I turn back to our audience and shake my head with approval.
“Everything tastes fine, but let’s test the quicker delivery method.”
I shove Thalia onto the coffee table, and she gasps. I push her back down, and she grabs onto the table for support. I pull her hips back until her ass is angled up toward me. When I spread her cheeks, the tiny diamond jewel of the butt plug stares back at me. I pull my gun out in front of me and fire toward the window. She goes still, and the men in front of me lower their eyes to the floor.
“I don’t want to see a single eye on her. Do you understand me?” They nod their heads, avoiding any eye contact with either of us.
I bend down and lick the side of Thalia’s ear.
“I’m going to claim your ass. Show these men what a slut you are for my cock.”
I set up a line of cocaine on the fullness of her ass, then bring my nose to it. Her body shakes as she tries to hold the uncomfortable position. I use a hand to cover my left nostril, and then I suck the white powder into the right nostril. I keep my head by her ass as I let out a moan of approval.
“Fuck. Esta bueno.” It’s good , I say as I cup her pussy, and she rocks forward. I slowly tug on the metal plug I had placed inside her. I let it fall to the floor and grab the lube from under the couch. I cover my cock in it and use one hand to lift her ass up to me.
“This feels familiar, doesn’t it?” I slide my crown in and watch her body go rigid. I wait for her to adjust as I stretch the tight hole.
“My cock was the first one to claim your tight virgin cunt. And now, it will take this tight ass.” I push in farther, and she cries out.
“I’ll be your first, and I’ll be your last—for everything.” I shove in my full length and watch as her body moves forward. She cries out, and I moan as I push in deeper. Once her ass has swallowed my dick, I begin thrusting into her. I start slow, but the tight sensation is overstimulating.
No drug on the planet feels as good as this woman feels around my cock. Her pussy, her mouth, this ass—they are all mine. Mine to use as I please. Mine to claim like I had all those years ago when she bled for me. When she cried out for me and gave in to me so willingly. I reach a hand over and rub my thumb over her clit. I have fucked a lot of women in my life, but this pussy is home base.
“Silas. Ah.” Her knuckles turn white as she grips the table. The way my name falls from her lips unchains the beast in me. I fuck her hard and fast, pulling back and slamming into her with brute force.
I love being the one man to ever own this part of her. The men in the room stand still, but I can only imagine how her moans will play out in their minds every time they jack off.
“Just like that. Keep taking this cock like the little puta you are.”
I continue to fuck her like an animal. She screams out as she cums all over my hand. I drive into her and fuck her like a savage. Her wetness leaks down her thighs. I bring both hands to her waist and grab on to her. I let loose, slamming into her tight ass over and over again. When my balls tighten, I come so hard it knocks the breath out of me. I bury myself in her ass and fill her up with my cum.
Her body withers on the table, and I almost forget we have an audience. I pull my cock out and pull my pants up, tucking the gun into my waistband.
“Get the fuck out of here and load the truck!”
Thalia
I submerge myself into the tub and let my head fall back. My body is spent, and I feel emotionally drained. My ass feels sore, but my pussy still throbs, jealous that she wasn’t the hole he used. Silas carried me in after and set the bath up for me. He filled the tub with salts and bubbles. I watch through hooded eyes as he rolls a joint and places an ashtray at the edge of the tub.
He removes his clothes and steps into the large tub next to me. He effortlessly pulls my body toward him and sets me on his muscular thighs. His large hands rub my back and apply pressure to my shoulders, removing all the knots of tension wound up in me with his touch. I lay my head to his chest and listen to the slow thuds of his heart. He continues to massage my back. My fingers lightly trace the letters of his chest tattoo. D-u-l-c-e. I look up when I feel his gaze on me. He shifts my body slightly and reaches for the joint beside us.
I study his every movement. The deep way he inhales the smoke. The way his lips make an O as the smoke escapes and swirls into the air. I lick my lips and watch him. Inhale and exhale. His chest rises and falls against mine. It seems surreal that he is here. His knuckles caress my cheek. We’re both so consumed with one another that nothing else matters.
“What are you thinking?” he asks. I break eye contact and snuggle into his muscular embrace.
“I was thinking about how surreal this feels. I’m still waiting for someone to tell me I’ve lost my mind or that I’m dead. That you and I are in the afterlife.”
That had been the only place I thought he would exist for me. When I saw him on the plane, I had convinced myself this was a dream, but when he touches me, I know it’s reality. Silas slowly lifts my chin. He brings the blunt to my lips, and I inhale the sweet smoke.
“And here I was thinking you were plotting my death.” He smiles at me, and this time, it’s a genuine one. Not one that taunts or flirts. It’s a smile that burns through the barbed wire fence protecting my heart. It dismantles the security and protection I put into place for years.
“No, I was thinking about how beautiful you look.” He arches an eyebrow.
“Men aren’t beautiful.”
“You are,” I say, and he leans down to kiss me. It’s a tender peck on the lips, but it sends shockwaves through my body. I moan at his lips’ absence as he takes in another hit.
“Did I fuck you that good? Now you’re in love with me, bruja?” I roll my eyes at his question. I grab the blunt from him and hold in the smoke after I inhale. He watches me and takes me in with his lust-filled eyes. I exhale into his face and push away to the other side of the tub.
“I barely know you, Silas. I can’t be in love with you.”
“You had our wedding picture under your mattress for years.” The statement is slathered in sarcasm, but I can hear the question behind it, too. Red flushes to my cheeks, and he laughs.
He sets down the blunt and reaches his long arms toward me. He pulls me back into him, and I wrap my legs around his middle. I lay my head on his shoulder. We sit like that for what feels like hours. Close together, and yet still miles apart. I stay there and listen to his heartbeat for a while before I find the courage to ask.
“Did you miss me?” I whisper into his chest.
My stomach drops when he doesn’t answer right away. His chest continues to rise and fall, and the sweet smell of the smoke surrounds me. He doesn’t answer my question, instead his fingers trace up and down the large scar in the center of my back.
“What happened here?”
I close my eyes and take in his healing caress. Now it’s my silence filling up the room. He’s asking about the scar my father left when I finally made my way back to Houston to face him. Olivia gave birth to Luca a few weeks after I had Lucia, and I had signed all my rights over to her. I want to tell Silas about her. Beg him to help me, but I stop myself. I can risk my heart with Silas, but I’m not sure I can risk our child. My father has children all over the world, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to love any of us.
“When they arrested you, my tio Aurelio took me to California,” I say, moving to face him. To look into his eyes and tell him about the abuse I endured at my father’s hand.
“Aurelio thought something bad would happen to me. That your family would blame me and retaliate. Then, when we found out the bus had been bombed, we thought you were dead. I hid from my father for months until I couldn’t hide anymore. When I went back, he punished me for taking your side.” Silas’s fingers freeze on the scar.
“Your dad did this to you?” His eyes stare into mine, his question laced with anger.
“The horse whip he used on me did.” My eyes close, and I can still feel the pain. His fingers rub over the scar, and he kisses the top of my head.
“I’m sorry I didn’t look for you.” His quiet expression causes my heart to harden. Tears pull at my heart’s profound confession.
“I’ve had a lot of time to mourn you, Silas, and a lot of time to heal. I was so young and wouldn’t have survived a marriage at seventeen years old. Living without you was painful, but I needed the experiences to figure out who I was.”
My tears fall freely down my face. I had mourned for that young girl over and over again, trying to understand life and all its injustices was the cruelest part of the human experience. I close my eyes and pull those barriers back up around the confines of my heart. That is the only way I can survive these vulnerable emotions that threaten me at his rejection. I pull away and stare at him. There’s a roaring in my ears as heat rises in my body.
“Why didn’t you come back for me?” I try to push away, but Silas grabs my wrist. His dark eyes plead with mine.
“Everyone around me told me to leave you alone, Thalia. Don’t forget, I was young and na?ve, too. I thought if I looked for you, then I would be trapping you into a marriage with me. You were always meant to be something more than just someone’s wife.”
Tears pour down my face, but these are different. They’re hot, and they burn as they fall down my cheeks. I hate his excuses. I hate the way he was so easily convinced that I would survive. They all fall flat against the barriers around my heart. My hurt and anger work together until forming a satisfying plan—one that puts him on his knees and crawling.
He tilts my head up and presses his lips to mine. I keep my heart guarded and kiss him back. It’s slow and sensual. His tongue finds mine, and he devours me. He licks at my tears and holds my head to his. Even when the kiss is over, he continues to hold me close to him.
He lets his white flag wave, and I let my body surrender to him. We both surrender to the same need. What we’ve wanted all this time. Each other. However, this time, when it is all said and done, I will be the one to leave him lost and all alone.