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Silus hooks his fingers around the elastic band of my shorts and pulls them down, exposing my panties. Nothing super cute or anything; it wasn’t like I thought I’d be in this situation, otherwise I might’ve put something prettier on. His hands massage my ass over my panties for a few seconds before he pulls them down, too.
And then my ass is bare to a man I helped kidnap last night. Man, things change fast, huh?
He uses his foot to spread my legs, and the next thing I feel is his hand slipping through the folds of skin at my apex. He doesn’t have to stick a finger in me to tell; the rim of my pussy entrance must be wet, because the sigh he lets out after that is full of satisfaction and hunger.
“Look at this,” Silus whispers behind me as his fingers move to circle and pinch my clit. In the process, he drags out a moan from me, one I can’t stifle. “Wet and wanting, aren’t you? I bet you want to deny it too, but how can you pretend this doesn’t exist?” As he asks the question, he pushes a single finger inside of me—and it enters me easily, with no resistance at all thanks to how wet I am.
“Wet for me,” he goes on, starting to pump that finger in and out of me. “So fucking wet. It makes me think you liked being on your knees for me, love. You got off on it.”
I want to argue with him. I want to tell him he can go fuck himself, but the only thing I can do is lay there and take that finger as it rocks in and out of my core. My body moves with each push of his hand, causing my nipples to rub against the mattress below. The friction drives me crazy, and this time I moan without trying to smother the sound.
Silus’s other hand rests on the small of my back. He keeps up that slow, agonizing pace with that finger, and I swear I can hear the slickness in the air. “You like this too, don’t you? It feels good. I bet your pussy is begging to be fucked for real, by a real cock and not a finger.”
At this point, saying no would make me a liar, so I don’t say anything. I just arch my back and wish that finger could hit me a little deeper.
“This,” he whispers as his finger’s pace picks up, “is my pussy now, do you understand? I told you I wanted every part of you, and I meant it. You belong to me, Thea, and you’re going to come on my finger right now to prove it.”
Silus’s tall frame leans over the bed, and the hand resting on my back moves to curl around my neck. He forces me to turn my head to the side so I can see his face. The intensity. The desire. The sheer ravenous hunger on his face is matched only by what my body feels.
I don’t want to come on his finger. I don’t want to prove him right at all. If there’s one thing I want to do, it’s give him both of my middle fingers and get the fuck out of here… but I can’t. The only thing I can do is feel his hand around my neck, feel the way my nipples rub against the mattress and how his finger fucks with me renewed urgency between my legs.
Damn it. Damn him. It’s too much.
My eyelids flutter shut the same moment he squeezes my neck harder. An orgasm rips through me like a tidal wave, filling my body with heat and pleasure as it explodes. My inner core clamps down on his finger as my clit pulsates from the overwhelming release, and the moan I let out is yet another sign of how much I enjoyed that.
The sigh that leaves him after that informs me of how much he liked proving his point. He releases his hold on my neck and withdraws his finger from my pussy. Silus rolls me over so that my backside is now on the mattress and I lay there, tits and pussy exposed, with his large frame looming over me.
His gaze eats me up. From my legs to that space between them, to my stomach and bare tits that are pushed up from the folded bra cups; he devours my image. Silus’s voice comes out husky, “You’re fucking gorgeous, Thea. I can’t wait to fuck you proper, but when I do, I want you begging for it, begging for me to fill you up completely.”
He leans over me and brings the finger that was inside my core to my lips. Silus might not say a word, but with the expectant way he gazes at me, it’s clear what he wants me to do. It’s not something I’ve ever done before, taste myself on a guy’s finger, but my mind is so hazy my lips part before I can think about it.
Silus sticks that slick finger in my mouth, and I run my tongue over it, around it, tasting myself on him as his lips curl into a smug smirk. “That’s my girl,” he croons. “You were so good for me tonight. I can’t help but wonder if it was only because you’re desperate to know if your brother is okay, or if, deep down, you’re dying to submit to me.”
If this was any other circumstance, I’d have a few choice words to say, but as it is, I can’t think straight, so when he pulls that finger out of my mouth, all I can do is lay there, spent, my mind dizzy.
Still smirking like the Cheshire Cat, Silus hums to himself as he walks for the door. “That’s what I thought. By the way, I hope you like Chinese. I’m getting some delivered tonight for us. Your sheets should arrive any moment now as well.” He gives me a dramatic wink before he closes the door, leaving me to ponder just what the hell happened.
I don’t bother to fix my bra, pull down my shirt, or grab my shorts and panties off the floor. I lay there, my legs dangling off the bed, and stare at the ceiling as the horror creeps in.
What the hell did I just do? And why the hell did I like it so much? None of this is okay, and yet… shit. This is bad. This is so much worse than it originally looked—and it already was pretty bad. I drugged and helped kidnap a mafia boss, and then that mafia boss kidnapped me in revenge and is now holding my brother hostage to get me to submit to him, to repay him for the time we took from him, and now he’s basically saying he owns my body.
And I like it.
Fuck. I need to smack some sense into myself.
When I finally manage to fix myself and put my clothes back on, I hear a drill on the other side of the door. Is that motherfucker locking me in here?
Honestly, I shouldn’t be so shocked, not after what we just did in here. A lock on the outside of my door is nothing. Still, it’s the thought behind it, and even though I’m not proud of it, I pout some more—after flipping off the door in place of Silus.
Fuck that guy.
Fuck that guy in more ways than one.
Chapter Ten – Silus
I know, I know, my brother wanted me to fuck Thea hard for him, but what can I say? I’m a fan of the anticipation, and knowing she’s trying to resist me while still giving in is the delicious sort. I’m not going to rush anything. I’ll fuck her when I’m good and ready, when she’s dripping wet and begging to be claimed.
The food arrives before her sheets, but she needs to prove herself to me before I let her eat outside her room. If she’s good, I’ll let her have free roam of the condo, but we aren’t there yet. So, I grab us something to drink and bring everything to her room.
