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When he says that, it sounds like he’s insinuating something else, and that something is a thought I’ve been fighting all night.
All I can say is a quiet, half-hearted, “Fuck you.”
And Silus? He only smirks and says, “I’m working on that, love.”
Chapter Fourteen – Silus
Thea gets quiet after our little talk during dessert. I don’t poke her, don’t prod her. I know she’s knee-deep in certain thoughts, so I let her get lost in them. It gives me more time to watch her, to study her, to memorize every soft curve on her face, the way that dress hugs her body perfectly.
The more I look at her, the more it’s undeniable: I want her. I need her. Holding myself back from her these last two weeks was akin to torture of the worst variety. To have her so near, to know she and, therefore, her body, are so close… keeping myself busy was hard.
But there’s something about her. Something that makes me want more than just her body. If it was only that petite form I wanted, I’d have claimed it every which way imaginable by now. I want more than that.
I want everything.
It is a peculiar desire. We’ve spent some time together, true, and she did intrigue me from our first encounter, but those things don’t automatically lead to me wanting everything. In fact, I can’t say I’ve ever wanted everything from a woman before. If I had to describe how I felt about most if not all of the women I’ve been with before, it can be summed up in one word: indifferent. Interested in their bodies, sure, but wholly indifferent to more.
And they always wanted more.
But not Thea. Thea is alone in the fact that she pretends she is, herself, indifferent to me. That she doesn’t want me. That she hasn’t thought about the way her body sang to mine each night when she’s alone.
I want this girl. I want her more than anything before—and tonight I’ll have her.
We finish our meal and I hold onto her hand as I lead her out of the restaurant, to my car right outside. My driver is waiting for us. I pull open the back door and let her crawl inside first. Soon enough, we’re on our way.
I sit as close to her as I can without having her on my lap. Her arms are folded over her chest, her lips puffed like she’s pouting—still not too happy with our latest conversation at dinner, if I have to guess.
Leaning toward her, I brush away her blond hair and whisper into her ear, “Don’t be upset with me over what I said, love.”
Thea turns those bright blue eyes to me, fire burning within their depths. “How do I know that you won’t get tired of me? That, after a while, you’ll decide you’ve had enough? I don’t want to spend the last part of my life locked up, wondering when you’re going to snap and have me and my brother killed.”
So worried about her brother. It is charming to see her as concerned as she is. Truly, her brother is the only family she has since her mother is next to useless. It’s not a feeling I’d know; my family was always close. Family is the most important thing. Without it, you’re just a man, and when you’re just a man in a city like this, you’re no one.
“How many times have I told you I am a man of my word? Give me the time you owe me, and I will let you go. You and your brother,” I tell her in a hushed whisper as I set a hand on her knee, bunching up her dress somewhat. “Besides, I think there are other thoughts that should fill that pretty head of yours, such as how I’m going to have you first tonight.”
Thea chuckles and says, “You’re so full of shit.” But even I can tell it’s a half-hearted response and her normal fire isn’t behind it.
“Is that a challenge?” I lift the hand off her knee and bring it to her face, cupping the bottom of her jaw and forcing her to look at me. I lower my voice to a bare whisper as my nose grazes hers, “You should know that if you challenge me, love, I will always rise to the occasion. I’ll always take the bait, especially when the prize is you.”
Her breathing comes out ragged. “I hate you.”
I smirk. “I think you want to hate me. I think you want it more than anything in the world—besides your freedom, that is. But the truth is the opposite: you don’t hate me. You don’t hate me at all. Even knowing who I am and what I’ve done doesn’t change it. You want me, and I—” I drop my hand to her neck and draw out a gasp from her. “—want you.”
I don’t let her respond, because I know if I do, she’ll keep denying it. The only way to get her to shut up is to prove it to her, so I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her hard.
Thea’s arms are slow to uncross, and she moans softly into the kiss, a feminine, fluttery sound that echoes in my core and drives me to kiss her more fiercely. I have her cornered as much as possible given where we are; she’s got nowhere to go and she knows it. The only thing she can do is give in.
And she does. It takes her only a second or two to wrap those arms of hers around my neck. I release my hold on her throat and grab her legs, hoisting them across mine so she’s literally draped across my lap, never once breaking the kiss.
She tastes sweet. Forbidden, almost. Like the forbidden fruit itself in the garden of Eden—no, like she is Eden itself, an oasis tucked away in the desert with everything I could possibly need.
Thea’s lips on mine instantly harden my cock, but I’m not my brother. I don’t like putting on a show for others to see and join in. My driver knows not to look in the rearview mirror, but when it comes to Thea, I’d rather not take any chances, so I won’t tear off her dress here.
No, that’ll wait until we’re truly alone. She’s all mine, and I plan on proving that to her tonight.
We never part, neither of us pulling away. We stay locked together, her body curled on top of mine, until my driver pulls up to the front door of my building. It’s only then that I pull my mouth off hers and say, “Let’s continue this upstairs.”
Her cheeks are twinged with pink, her lips a little puffy. Her blue gaze is hazy almost, like she’s not quite in her right mind. Kissing me for so long must’ve affected her in ways she probably doesn’t want to face.
