Chapter 17
The Flame
“You’re such a good girl,” Luca breathed down the phone, making my thighs tense as pleasure coursed through me. “Shift to the side, baby. Let me see you. Fuck, yes, just like that.”
I heard him shift, heard the soft, guttural groan as he gripped himself, and I grinned wickedly, watching the screen in fascination as he stroked the length of his cock for me.
This was the first time he had accepted the video call. Usually, it was just me teasing him, tormenting him, but this time… this time he was reciprocating. I still couldn’t see his face, but what I could see… fuck, I liked it.
I loved watching his hand grip his cock. I loved watching his fingers tighten around it as he stroked himself. His fingers were scarred—stories of a violent life. A life where he’d had to fight for survival. Fuck me, that did something to me.
I pulled my vibrator out of myself, slowly, agonisingly slowly, allowing Luca to see how wet it was, how wet he was making me.
“Do you like that, Belle?” he asked.
“Mmhmm.”
“Is that how you imagine me fucking you? Soft and gentle like that?”
“Sometimes…” I admitted, pushing the vibrator back inside myself and moaning loudly.
Luca tightened the grip on his cock, his knuckles turning white. “Fuck, I can’t think straight when you do that. All I can picture is you moaning like that with my cock inside you.”
“I’m right here, Luca. You don’t have to imagine. I’m yours for the taking.”
His hips jerked at that, his hand pumping faster.
“Keep talking like that, and I’m not going to last much longer.”
“Like what?” I teased. I shifted again, going onto my knees, positioning my body in front of the webcam so he could see all of me, and then positioned the vibrator between my legs.
“I think about this a lot as well. About being on top of you, sinking down on your cock, feeling you underneath me as you allow me to ride you, finding my own pleasure in your body.”
I rotated my hips, grinding against the vibrator, and brought one hand to my tits, rolling my nipples between my fingers.
Luca groaned loudly, the rumble burning through my veins.
“Faster, baby, faster. I’m so fucking close,” he grunted, his breaths coming out in frantic pants, jerking his cock with such force his fist slapped against his balls.
I did exactly as I was told, picking up my movements, bouncing on my vibrator, moaning his name loudly, just as he liked.
The pleasure built in my stomach as I watched him get himself off. My eyes were locked on his movements, my thighs tensing, my vision blackening at the edges.
“Cum for me, Belle. Let me hear you sing for me.”
“Luca,” I breathed, rolling my hips at an impossible pace, my back arching, everything building and building until…
A flash of silver.
A black suit.
Luca was no longer on the camera. Silas was there, watching me, his head tilted to the side. Curious. Alert.
Hungry.
And for some reason, that spurred me on. I wanted him to see me. Wanted his attention fixed entirely on me. I was so horny. So agonisingly aroused. Seeing him watching me ride my vibrator was almost enough to send me catapulting over the edge.
His gloved hand lowered to his trousers, teasing the zipper.
“Please, please,” I begged, needing him to join me, needing him right where I was, on the brink of an agonisingly beautiful death. “Silas…”
“Belle,” he whispered in return. But it was Luca’s voice. Luca’s voice and Silas on the camera. The perfect blend of heaven and hell. My saviour and my captor.
The thought only turned me on more.
The zip lowered, the parting of his trousers opened, and then…
I woke with a start and immediately groaned with frustration. My eyes remained closed, but the dream was floating further and further away with every passing second.
For fuck’s sake…
This was on par with your favourite toy running out of charge right before your orgasm hit.
What the fuck had that been about?
I didn’t even try to process what had just come over me. The dream—no, memory—of Luca had been so real. Silas, on the other hand… that had been an unexpected interruption, but dream me hadn’t hated it.
Far from it, actually.
My legs shifted beneath the covers, and a fine sheen of sweat coated my skin. I squeezed my thighs together, attempting to relieve some of the ache I felt down there, and immediately noticed how wet I was, how slick the inside of my thighs felt.
I stroked my fingers along my thighs, teasing myself, not wanting to rush this. And then I heard something shift in front of me.
My eyes snapped open, and reality bled into my arousal. I took in my surroundings, remembering exactly where I was.
And then my gaze landed on him.
Silas.
He was leaning against the wall, his stance casual, his arms folded, his legs crossed at the ankles. If I could see his face, I was almost certain I would see a smug smirk playing on his lips.
Instead, I was met with that silver mask cocked to the side.
Oh god… I hadn’t moaned his name out loud, had I?
Dreams meant nothing. We couldn’t help where our subconscious went. But if he’d heard me, if he knew he had been on my mind, I would never recover.
Never.
I locked eyes with him, trapped behind the darkness of his gaze, unable to move, feeling pinned even though he was on the other side of the room.
“Silas,” I whispered, without really knowing what I was doing or what that meant.
The sound of his breathing roughened again beneath the mask, one sharp inhale that seemed almost painful.
And then his fist clenched, and that one small movement snapped me out of my trance.
I scrambled up the bed, grabbing the covers as I did so and pulling them up to my shoulders, covering every inch of my body from him.
By the time I looked back at him, he was no longer leisurely leaning against the wall. He was standing upright, both fists clenched at his sides, that same laboured breathing puffing from his mask.
I knew he was angry. But I couldn’t focus on that. A million questions were spinning in my mind.
How many times had he done this? How many times had he watched me sleep? Had I talked? Had I revealed anything?
This felt worse than being watched on cameras.
Worse than anything else.
Because when you were asleep, you were at your most vulnerable.
And he had been watching me. Not on the cameras. But here. In my room.
He moved, and my body tensed, thinking he was coming over here. But instead, he turned on his heels and calmly walked out of the room, softly closing the door behind him.