Chapter 34 Silas
The crowd cheers, and Thalia smiles at me before the music starts up again. The plan is to give everyone the gossip they need for the night. All eyes are on us on the dance floor while Ale and Efren search the mansion, and break into the private office on the top level of the house.
“You’re really playing the happy wife well,” I whisper in her ear.
“I’m an incredible actor. You’ve seen my orgasms.” I can’t see her face, but I already know there’s a devilish grin on it.
“You got jokes, mija, but nothing between me and you is fake.” I push into her, letting her feel the hardness in my pants. She sucks in a breath. “I will fuck you in front of this entire room and let them decide if the screams coming out of you are fake or not.” She stops, and I push her stiff body along with the music.
We continue to put on our show of dancing and laughing. Only, it’s not a show. Whether or not we admit it, we are each other’s happy place. It’s a push and pull dynamic that makes what we have work. The more time our bodies are pressed to each other, the more we crave each other. I want to make good on my threats, knowing how much she loves to be watched. I run my hands over her ass and pull her to me. I don’t even look to see how many pearls are clenched in our audience. Thalia gasps.
“How wet are your panties right now?” She pulls her head off my shoulder and whispers into my ear.
“I’m not wearing panties.” Fuck .
It takes all of my self control to not take her into the bathroom and fuck her to ruin. To fill up all her holes while her screams and moans echo off the walls of this house. We might as well be fucking at this point with the way our bodies are pressed together. The banda music blares, and my leg is between hers, guiding her through every twist and turn. I’m waiting for the big exit I told her to make as soon as she sees Ale return.
We dance a couple huapangos that leave us both breathless from all the turning. We’re standing there, catching our breath, when the music begins to play again. Right away, I recognize the familiar piano and tuba mixed melody. It’s our song. She removes herself from the embrace, and her eyes stare into mine. Other couples dance around us, but Thalia just stands there, frozen in place. When she does move, she’s shaking her head at me. We both see Ale at the ballroom entrance, and Thalia takes off down the hall.
It was the dramatic exit we needed, but the feel of her pulling away from me again is infuriating. Almost as infuriating as the way my heart feels like she ripped it out to take with her. I smile at our audience and go after her. Is this how Prince Charming felt chasing Cinderella? Do I look as pathetic as him? She makes her way to the back room like we planned, but when I meet her there, she is shaking.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, pulling her to face me.
“That song. It just fucks me up every time I hear it,” she shouts, anger radiating from her.
“Because it’s our song?” I ask.
“Because with you, everything is a fucking game, Silas. I can’t trust putting my guard down around you.” She pokes my chest and pushes me back.
“You’ve never been a game to me, Thalia.”
“And yet you never came back for me.” Her voice heightens with her anger.
“Would you have wanted me to come back for you?”
“Yes,” she whispers and looks away, hiding her emotions from me.
“I did go back for you.” Her body stiffens at my confession.
She isn’t willing to look at me. To admit how the simple confession impacts her heart. She could give me her body and take all the pleasure. She could shoot out of a truck window to save me, and she could go to war with her hand in mine. But she is unwilling to give me the only thing I want. Her heart.
“There was a deal in place with Aurelio. If I left you alone for three years, then he would hand me Ivan’s head on a silver platter. Everyone thought I would go after you for revenge, and to be honest, I thought about it. I thought about you a lot. The harder I tried to stay away from you, the more I wanted to see you. The more I wanted to hear your side of the story.” I stroke her cheek, and she stares up at me with those brown and red volcano eyes.
“That want turned into a fucking impulse after a few months. I was willing to find another route to Ivan and just take you with me, despite the agreement with Aurelio. I had this stupid idea that I would show up with the lilies on your eighteenth birthday and take you. So, I followed you home from school one day, keeping my distance. When you got to the hotel, Ivan was waiting for you.
“He wanted you to sign some paper. It was for the lands in Tamaulipas. He wanted you to sign them over to him. When you refused, I watched him punch you. His own daughter. He punched you in the face.” My nostrils flare at the memory, at the things I had witnessed that day. She looks away, and I pull her face back toward me.
“I loved my father, Thalia. He and Ivan may have played the same game, but my father knew how to separate himself from his business. Even as notorious as he was for his violence, he was always looking out for me. He told me the day the police came not to be mad at you. He said he trusted the look in your eyes more than the hate in your father’s heart.”
“Do you trust me?” Her voice cracks, barely above a whisper.
“I want to.”
I do want to trust her, but that nagging feeling always resurfaces. I search her eyes, desperate for an answer within them. Did she have a child? Did she hurt a child? What had taken place in the last seven years? What is being held above her head? Before I can ask her about the intent of the threats she is receiving, I catch movement in the corner of my eye. I grab her wrist and pull her into me, then I whisper lightly into her ear.
“Shh, we have company.”
Thalia
Silas pulls away from me, and I look into his eyes. He grabs me and turns me to the wall, facing a large floor to ceiling mirror on the other side of the room. I close my eyes. When I open them again, I look up briefly to see Gabrielle watching us from the end of the hallway.
Silas slams his mouth into mine and moans. When he pulls away, the hunger in his eyes is enough to unravel me. I grab his tie and pull him back into me. I let him devour my mouth and neck.
“Show her who you belong to,” he whispers in my ear.
He pushes my back flat against the wall and drops to his knees before pulling my dress up. The movement places the long slit from the side to the front. He lets out a groan when he sees my bare pussy. No panties. Just like I told him.
“Spread your legs,” he commands.
When I look down at him, he’s smiling up at me. Then he crosses himself, saying grace before his meal. He kisses my folds gently, taking his time. I arch my back and let my fingers thread through his hair. I lean against the wall, searching for stability, as his tongue moves over my sensitive clit. It’s a euphoria that cannot be duplicated. A man on his knees before me. Not any man. But this man. This man, who is slowly breaking me with his confessions. He had sacrificed finding me to avenge me. Not himself. Me.
Silas places my leg over his shoulder and devours me. The rhythmic pressure of his tongue intensifies as he drags it across my swollen clit. My skin burns, and those familiar tornadoes build in my belly. I can feel the heat of Gabrielle’s stare. I feel his hand reach up my thigh as he unstraps my gun. He slowly brings it to my back, and I grab it.
“Mia,” he says, his hot breath against my aching pussy. His.
This time, when I look up into the mirror, I let her know I see her. Green radiates from her, and her scowl deepens. I smile at her, but not for long. The brutal way Silas is devouring me causes my thighs to tremble in his grip. My head falls back. I’m desperate for release, so I grind myself into his face. The tornadoes are building with violent strength within me. Gabrielle’s steps move toward us. I remember her threats.
“Shoot her,” he whispers, and I hold the gun up and aim. He bites down on my clit, and I pull the trigger. My orgasm hits, and my screams are covered by the shots ringing out down the hall.