Chapter 25 Silas
I watch Thalia sleep next to me. She fell asleep in one of my oversized shirts. Her bare legs stretch out across the bed. Everything about this woman is sexy, but her long legs are a personal weakness. My mouth waters in anticipation. The sweetness between her thighs is the only thing I want to eat or drink for the rest of eternity.
I couldn’t sleep all night, thinking of the way her mood had changed last night. I want her to feel safe with me. I’ll play out all her fantasies and humiliation kink, but I need her to know, behind closed doors, and during aftercare, that she is safe with me. She can trust me. Fuck, if anything, I hold her on a fucking pedestal.
I couldn’t answer her question last night about missing her. I saw how her mood shifted afterward. The truth is, I didn’t know how to answer her without feeling frustrated with myself about the answers. I hated the way they came across as excuses. Excuses are for weak people. Weak people, like me, at eighteen years old. I did miss her. I missed her so much I was reckless and willing to go to any extreme to find her. After I lost my father, she was all I had. Claudia took my siblings, and my mother was hiding out. I understood what she meant when she said she was young and na?ve. I was, too.
When everyone told me to leave her alone, I challenged them, but I stopped fighting it. I had convinced myself that if I pursued her, I would only be trapping her into a marriage with me. I don’t think either of us would be where we are, had the time and distance not given the opportunity to grow. She was always meant to be something more. Why provide her excuses when I don’t fully regret it?
I lean down and slowly move the fabric of her shirt up. I pepper kisses over her stomach and savor the soft skin.
“Silas…” she groans. Her fingers thread through my hair, and I kiss her lower. And lower. Until I reach her bare pussy. I press my lips to hers and run my tongue across her clit. She squirms at the delicate touch. I let out a small laugh against her folds before I look up at her waking face.
“Good morning, diablita.” She lifts her head and groans before dramatically letting it fall back onto her pillow. Her legs have a different idea as they fall wide. I lower my face and dive in.
She tightens her grip on my hair as I eat her soaking cunt. She comes undone, and I savor every drop of her, my tongue moving from the back to the front. Over and over. I nibble on her clit, and her legs squeeze against my head. I thrust my tongue into her hole and fuck her until we both become delirious. The taste is so sweet I can’t get enough. I want to dive in deeper. Lifting her ass up off the bed, I push my tongue back in. The taste is too sweet. Raw and carnal desire takes over as I eat her pussy like a ripe watermelon. Lapping up her sweet juices. She yanks my hair up and bucks against my hold. When she screams my name, the wild rush of her orgasm hits my tongue. She falls to the bed, and I continue to lick her clean until I’m satiated.
I crash beside her as she stares up at the ceiling. We both lay there and catch our breath before she finally looks at me.
“God, that was fucking amazing,” she says through shallow breaths.
“Mmmm, ten out of ten,” I say as I lick my lips to savor her remaining arousal on me. She rolls her eyes.
“Have you always been a sadist?” she asks.
“I’m whatever my wife wants me to be.” She tenses at the word. Just like she does every fucking time. I grab her throat in a possessive hold.
“You are my wife, Thalia. You are mine.” Her eyes bulge, and her body struggles as I cut off her oxygen supply. I release her, and she glares at me as she catches her breath. She walks into the bathroom, but not before gracing me with her new favorite phrase.
“I fucking hate you.”
This hija de la— I go to follow her into the bathroom, but the door handle doesn’t turn.
“Open the door!” I yell.
“Fuck you!” she yells back. How this woman can make me feel a range of emotions in the span of ten minutes is nauseating. This morning, I wanted to put her on a pedestal. Now, I want to bury her stubborn ass in the backyard. My fist pounds on the door.
“Go away!” she yells. I lift my foot and use all my strength as I slam it into the door. The door flings open and hangs from the hinges. Thalia sits unphased on the side of the tub. She gives me a smug smirk before she lifts her middle finger.
I grab her and throw her over my shoulder. She punches at my back, and I meet each punch with a laugh. I slap her ass, and she stops punching me. I throw her on the bed, then reach under it until I find what I need. She’s screaming her profanities at me, so I take care of that problem first.
I bind her arms behind her back and handcuff her wrists together. Her eyes widen when she sees the gag in my left hand. She tries to move away, but I pin her down on the bed and shove the plastic ball into her mouth. I tighten the buckle behind her head and lean back as she cries around the ball. That will take care of her motor mouth. Saliva builds at the corners of her lips. I run a knuckle from her chin up to the corner of her mouth to catch her split. Her eyes plead with me, but I’m in no bargaining mood.
“You may have been in charge in your world, but Daddy’s home now.” Her eyes widen as I stand to my full height. Towering above her as she fights against the restraints. I pull up her shirt, revealing her large breasts.
“You’re going to learn your place.” I pinch her left nipple, and unintelligible noises fall from behind the gag. I pinch her other nipple and watch as her head falls back.
“You want to fight me on everything, Thalia, but deep down… deep down, you want this.” I rub my hands over the fabric of her soaking thong.
“I’d say, at the way your pussy is drooling more than your mouth, that you're enjoying this as much as I am.” I thrust two fingers into her and watch as she jerks on the bed. I add another finger and fuck her with them. Her pussy clamps down on my finger, and her muffled moans sound with her orgasm.
“You may think you hate me, Thalia, but your body says otherwise.”
Thalia
Silas is right. My body has a mind of its fucking own when it comes to him. It missed the show notes from last night about waging a war against him. My vagina is now the head of commands, and the way she is operating, I am fighting a losing battle.
Tears and drool stream down my face as he unfastens the gag. He pulled several orgasms out of me just to prove his point. I suck in the air and stretch my aching jaw. He undoes the handcuffs, and I sink into the bed. I bury my head into the pillow and muffle the sobs that come out. I don’t realize how exhausting all these orgasms are until I wake up to Vero knocking on my door. My eyes flutter open, and I look down to see Silas had cleaned me up and changed my clothes.
“Se?ora Macias, dinner is ready,” she says from behind the door. Dinner? Had I slept through an entire day? I jump up and grab my robe.
“Ya voy,” I say and look for my monster slippers. I walk down the stairs and into the dining area, but stop in my tracks when I see him. Silas sits there, waiting for me. He’s shirtless, in a pair of tight jeans, and sweat drips off him. I can only imagine how hideous I look since our last excursion. Only, he doesn’t look at me like I’m anything less than perfect.
He stands up and pulls out the chair next to him. My feet are heavy as I make my way to sit down next to him. He grabs a plate and serves me from the bowls placed on the table. I look at the assortment—picadillo, beans, rice, and fresh tortillas. I’m stunned, watching him as he builds his own plate after mine. This is some fucking cultural appropriation. Someone call my abuela from the afterlife and tell her it is the end times. Even Vero is standing there with her mouth wide open.
“What?” he says when his gaze meets my dumbfounded one.
“I just… I would expect you to want me to serve you ,” I say, my voice falling flat. It’s not until his strong hand shoots to my thigh that I realize I am shaking my knees. A nervous behavior I’ve had for as long as I can remember.
“You’re my wife, not my slave, Thalia.” I take a bite and nod. Great. I’m his property, but not his slave. Thanks for the clarification. I don’t have the energy to fight with him tonight. He doesn’t move his hand from my thigh, and we sit, eating in silence. He looks tired. Like he’s been working all day. Sweat glistens from his brow. Vero had mentioned that when he’s home, he spends the majority of his time outside with the animals.
When he catches one of my stolen glances, he offers me a small smile. After dinner, I move to the living room and put on the first horror movie I can find. Silas goes up to shower, but returns thirty minutes into The Grudge. He takes the spot next to me and laces his fingers in mine.
I don’t fight it. If anything, I need this physical contact right now. I need to figure out where all this shit is going. By the time we are halfway through the movie, Silas and I have switched to a closer position. Our bodies entangle together as he hugs me. I run my fingers through his hair. I think he falls asleep for a moment, but then I hear his deep voice.
“I don’t expect you to love me, but you can trust me.” His thumb circles over my thigh.
“Not just with your body, Thalia. I’m willing to give you every one of your desires and play out every fantasy, but I need you to trust me outside the bedroom, too.” I look down at him and run my finger over his face. His words vibrate through me, awakening the butterflies from their seven years of hibernation.
When he presses a lip to my bare stomach, I tense. I see the tiny little eyes that haunt me and remember how Lucia once lived there, in my womb. I remember why I can’t do this with him—what it could cost me. I stand up and walk toward the kitchen.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” He reads my face with concern in his eyes.
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?!” I say, my voice accelerating with each question. “I can’t sit here and play house with you, Silas. You kidnapped me! And you expect me to trust you?” I try to walk away, but he pulls my arm again and brings me back to him.
“I didn’t kidnap you, Thalia. I saved you.”
“Saved me?” I scoff. “From who? My family?”
“I am your family.”
“No. You’re my captor. Who won’t tell me what the fuck I’m doing here!” I storm up the stairs, and he follows behind me. He pushes me up against the railing and traps me between his arms.
“That plane you had waiting for you blew up. Not even a moment after it was in the air did it burst into fucking flames. Had I not KIDNAPPED you, you would have blown up with it.” I look in his eyes, and I know he’s not lying. An unsettling feeling passes over me. He releases me and walks up the stairs. Now it’s my turn to follow after him.
“Why did Fellipe want your land?” I ask, trying to piece everything together. He may have quote, unquote, “saved me,” but he knew something I didn’t. Why would the land be of any value to Los Bandoleros? He lets out a sigh and runs a hand over his face.
“The only thing I’ve come up with is they are working with Claudia.” Claudia. I remember that name. Last year, Bryan had warned Mireya and me about her. Before Axel killed him.
“Who is Claudia?” I ask.
“Claudia was my dad’s fourth wife. After he died, she put a hit out on my mother and took my younger siblings as her golden ticket to our inheritance. My father left her nothing in his testament, but as long as she has custody of my siblings, she can use it to her advantage.”
My eyes widen at the revelation. I had forgotten about his siblings. Rosalinda and Maikel. I remember them from the wedding, but they were both so young. Maikel was Luca and Lucia’s age when we got married.
“A plan that only works if you’re…”
“Dead,” he says, finishing my revelation.
“Where are your siblings now?” My heart pangs at the thought of the torture they could be exposed to.
“I have an idea, but I am not a hundred percent sure. That’s why I came back here. To get as much information as I can obtain about their whereabouts. Rosalinda is turning eighteen soon, and I’m worried about the lengths Claudia will go to use her against me.”
I think about the young girl and all the struggles I had been forced into at that age. I couldn’t bear to see any woman broken down the way I had been. I couldn’t bear to see Silas risking his life to save his siblings. Even though I know, when it came to my brother, Adrian, I would throw myself in front of a moving bus.
“What if I help you?” I offer.
“Help me?”
“Yes. You said you think she was the one behind the plane explosion. So, you can use me as bait. Draw her in closer.”
He eyes me suspiciously.
“And what do you want in return? The devil doesn’t just offer to help,” he says.
“Just let me call my family and let them know I’m alright.”
“How do I know you’re not just trying to trick me?”
“Te lo juro,” I say and hold out my pinky. He stares at my pinky for a long time before he grabs it and pulls my hand into him.
“Blood oath or nothing,” he says. Well, that got dark quick.
“Okay, a blood oath,” I agree, unsure of what Silas has in mind.
With my hand still grasped in his, he pulls me with him to his dresser. He reaches down for his knife and draws a straight line down his inner palm. I watch as the red oozes out of him and hold my breath when he brings the knife to my palm.
“I promise to protect you, Thalia, and I promise you can trust me.”
I watch as he repeats the same damning ritual. I don’t register the pain right away. Before it can surface, Silas presses his hand into mine.
“Tell me you promise to be honest with me. That I can trust you.”
“I promise.” The words fall from my mouth, and I look into his midnight eyes. He stares down at me, neither of us breaking the contact. Our bloody hands meet as red droplets fall to the floor. He releases his palm from mine, but something sinister takes place in his eyes as he stares down at my bleeding palm.
He lowers his mouth to my palm and presses his mouth against it. His tongue runs over the fresh cut, and he holds it there like a BandAid. He moans around my palm, and heat flows to my most delicate areas. Is this his thing? Blood?
There’s a powerful and feverish feeling in me. I can’t explain the nature or the reason I do what I do. I pull back and remove my shirt and bra. I grab his bleeding hand and place it on my bare breasts, smearing the blood all over me. His eyes go dark and his jaw clenches, but I’m far past desire. I want to please him.
I grab his dripping palm and lick the leaking droplets. I drag the blood with me, up the curve of his hand, and suck in his index finger. I suck on it and moan. Pressure builds in my center. Silas reaches out a hand and pushes me onto the bed. When his lips slam into mine, we devour each other. The metallic taste swirls between our tongues. I grind my throbbing pussy into him, and I can feel him hardening for me.
“You see what you do to me? You feel how hard my dick gets for you?” He shoves down my shorts and rips my panties off. He stares down at me like a madman before rubbing his bloody palm over my bare pussy. In one violent go, he lifts my legs and slams his large cock into me.
I cry out, but the pain is welcome. The hard way in which he slams into me has my back arching off the bed. I wrap my legs around his waist, wanting to be closer. Wanting to feel each painful thrust to mollify the wild hunger within me.
“You’re as deranged as me, bruja. You're my filthy whore.” He chokes me and continues to drive into me harder. My legs shake in the absence of air, but my pussy clenches tight to his dick. He’s ruined me for anyone else. If I thought orgasming was a tedious task before him, then this awakening to my inner masochist would damn me for eternity. I am, in fact, his filthy whore.
I’ll crawl, beg, and get on my knees every time for this. My clit feels like it’s going to explode under the weight of him. His grip tightens around my throat as he strangles me. On and on, he plows into me in his never-ending need for satisfaction. I think I might pass out. Not just from the strangulation, but the way my body heats in response. That euphoric feeling hits me, and he releases me. I don’t try to catch my breath as I let the orgasm wash through me. It’s an unbeatable high that I never want to come down from. I feel his seed coat my inside, filling me up, and I let myself drift into the unconscious realm of bliss.