by Celia Crown
I just know his eyes are rolling, but he lets me vent out the anger as his warmth curls protectively around me. He smells of something that has my body melting into a pile of bones and light purring at his attentive ministration as his hand rubs along the curve of my spine.
“Enlighten me,” he says.
“Fyodor and I have this tradition. Every June and January, we travel to places to get away from our lives. He has his reasons, and I have mine, but we don’t talk about it. That January in our Junior year, we went to Sweden to see the northern lights. It was colder than any other years, and we had to bundle up so much that we waddled.”
Thinking back, Fyodor had fallen so many times that his butt became too sore to move the next day. I had to take care of him because he’s a man-child and he whines too much, but we had fun in the cabin he rented.
“The cabin wasn’t like a hotel. There would be wind, but we had a fireplace and ridiculously warm blankets. It was our first time being in the wilderness, so we didn’t know how to do anything, but we tried. Obviously Fyodor was responsible for the wood chopping; he kept saying he saw bears looking at him while salivating.”
Silas brings me closer to him, sliding foot between mine and growling. “You trust him too much.”
“Well, he is Fyodor, and he’s my close friend.” I shrug as much as I can, given the space between us. “He becomes so paranoid that he didn’t want to chop wood anymore, so he burned clothes. He’s so stupid that I was speechless, but we made it work. He would still get the wood, and I would be there to supervise no matter how much I didn’t want to go outside.”
I huff, rolling my eyes. “He was crying too, and his tears froze on his face, and I couldn’t stop laughing until we really did see a bear. It’s safe to say that we talked the whole night because we didn’t have wood to burn and we didn’t want to be eaten by the bear.”
“That is dramatic,” he points out, chest rumbling with a chuckle.
“It’s not as dramatic as Fyodor momentarily giving up his Russian identity because he couldn’t even fight a bear.”
Silas spreads his fingers on my hips, kneading and soothing my shivering body. I’m not betting on a warm room tonight; it’s going to take a while to bring the power back on for multiple grid blackouts as the news has reported.
“You said you have that tradition for a reason,” he starts, but he trails off. He wants to know my reasoning, but I’m torn because I don’t want to hurt him by not telling him, but I don’t want to break this dream that just had started.
I have only had Silas for hours.
“You don’t have to tell me,” he murmurs. “I’m fine with not knowing.”
“No, it’s okay. It’s not a big deal anymore.” I shake my head, sighing against the column of his throat.
“I didn’t have friends in college. Only Fyodor stayed with me. It was hard at the beginning; I was in a new state, no one to turn to, and well, that.”
That misunderstanding. I don’t even know what else to call it other than what it really is.
“I use all of my free time to study. I wanted to get into a program that only accepted honor students. It’s also because I was trying to not remember you. The semester would end, and I wouldn’t have anything to distract me from thinking of you.”
Silas kisses the top of my head, merely holding me close to him as the steady thumps of his heart lure me to a sense of security. I’m safe with him, and he’s not going to disappear like a dream if I close my eyes for one second.
“Fyodor and I recognize the signs of avoidance through each other, and we agreed that we would leave the state during our breaks. If there was something exciting, I wouldn’t remember you.”
Silas whispers, “I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t be.” I wrap my own arm around him, feeling the power under the bulging muscles on his back.
“We wouldn’t be here without a series of events,” I murmur, laughing under my breath. “All of this was just miscommunication and misunderstandings. We are a romance cliché troop.”
He doesn’t find it humorous as I did. “It wouldn’t have happened if I just listened to you.”
“Hush, we’re here, aren’t we?” My hand cups his cheek, rubbing his jaw and smiling softly with forgiveness as his green eyes twist with guilt.
“I lost seven years with you.”
“I did too, but I couldn’t have been with you anyway.”
He growls; that statement triggers a flash of fury in his eyes. His face may not have much to show others, but his eyes are always talking to me. “Why not?”
“I was eighteen, and you were sixteen, Silas. I don’t want prison on my resume, and you were too young.”
It’s the clearest logic. There was no way we would have worked out as people will see me as a bad person while he will be ostracized even further. Silas is known in our neighborhood; he’s not the best influence towards our neighbors’ children. They often keep away from him other; he only had his childhood friends and a big family consisting of us three.
“I wasn’t too young,” he argues, a crushing grip on my hip yields my body closer to him.
I sigh. “According to the law, you were. Besides, you have Sebastian.”
“I’ll trade him for you.”
“You’ll make him cry.”
There’s not a flicker of remorse when he tosses the man who has been by his side for years and the biggest factor of us meeting again. Reasonably speaking, he’s the reason we’re together now.
Silas grunts, clicking his tongue. “Let him. Would you have waited for me if you stayed—if that didn’t happen?”
“Without a doubt.”
I would have waited until I was bold and bald for Silas. I had many things on my mind back then but being selfish and stealing a future that Silas might have wanted once he grew out of his adolescence phase was never on my mind.
“I can’t believe the wrong timing and wrong place did this much damage to us. Promise you’ll talk to me before your active imagination suddenly turns me into a laughing clown that you want to hate. I’ll hit you if your bullheadedness gets in the way again.”
I want him to say it, to promise me that he will not return back to his other self that scared me. I’m not afraid of his strength, but I know he can hurt me. I was terrified of Silas drawing a line, building a wall, and fortifying it with barb wires around his heart once again.
It shouldn’t happen because we have been through that and clear the air, but an irrational part of me has an active imagination that feeds on my fears.
“There won’t be a second time. I’m not letting you go again.”
“Don’t let go of me, Silas.”
His thigh brushes up my panties, the rough material of his pants scrapes against my clit and steals a choked mewl from my lips. I wasn’t prepared for a flash of heat burning under my skin, but the greens of his eyes are more threatening than anything.
“I love you,” he whispers, pinning me down on the bed and kissing me. He smells of fresh shampoo and a hint of sandalwood, but he tastes of something only he can have.
A haunting shiver runs down my spine when he grazes his hot fingers under my shirt; the contrast with my cool tummy is inconsistent as the affection on his lips brings another confession to his lips.
As a man who doesn’t express his emotions well, the rawness in it goes through a vicious cycle in my heart.
“Can I?” he asks, green eyes in search of permission into mine.
I nod, heart pounding as I squirm under the tickling feeling on my ribs. “Yes, please.”
The contour of his silhouette draws the lights to him; a dimming evening slowly lets the darkness devour the day. The plane of his shoulders casts a shadow over me, lingering with a teasing touch of coldness as he pulls himself up.
“Clothes off, Victoria.”
A shuddering breath and a feathery shiver later, I strip off the tight blouse and pull down my skirt. Every piece of clothing pool between my le
gs and I push them off, but the action is sluggish as the naked body of Silas is mesmerizing.
He tests the boundaries between us with a flicker of his tongue against his glistening teeth, his hand reaching down and my eyes follow the massive hand from his muscular thigh to the sharp edges on his abs.
Silas wraps his hand around his cock, and I hope that praying for saliva would prevent the dryness in my throat. All the moisture in my body goes to my pussy, dripping and aching to be touched.
He’s too big. Silas is a man molded from a titan’s plate, formed with craftsmanship, and gifted talent to make me swoon.
“Silas…” I mewl, cursing inwardly at the weakened moan. I want to be confident, but the pitiful barrier between the domination weeping from the tip of his cock to the submission leaking between my pussy draws a hearty smile from me.
Only he can make me feel this way. Not a single man on this planet can live up to Silas, and this bias in me is ridiculous, but Silas is special.
He’s mine.
Admiration gleams in his green eyes as the bulk of his sculpted arm moves, stroking his big cock in his hand, and I want to feel him in my hands. His eyes travel down to my body, from my pink nipples to my shaking thighs.
He parts my legs; a cold breeze runs through the wetness on my pussy as he buries his face between my legs. He doesn’t take one second to look at me and took my pussy with his tongue and teeth.
He’s rough, dragging his tongue mercilessly along my slit and finding my little hole while keeping his nose pressed on my hard clit. A growl resonates, throwing a shiver down my toes as my hands find purchase on the bedsheets.
Sucking and tugging on my clit, he emphasizes there while two thick fingers push into my small hole. Stars burst behind my eyes, littering the blackness with budding lights that worsen when he doesn’t relent.
His hand digs into my thighs as he keeps one of them spread while the other shaking against the soft caresses of his hair. I cry out at the pinch of pain when he snarls, nipping my clit between the dangers of his teeth. This power play is a sharp reminder that he is stronger, bigger, and he can do anything to me with the sole power of physical strength.
His tongue laps and taste my juices, thick fingers pull apart and spread my little cunt open. My hand reaches him and weakly pushes at his head, urging him to get away because my orgasm is just at the tip of my clit.
One strong suck and a rough thrust of his fingers, curling them up to rub against a knee-jerking spot that tumbles me over the edge. I groan, tears beading in the corner of my eyes as I tremble.
A helpless shudder runs and delightfully flicks my nipples on its journey to my spine. He relents, taking his fingers out and anchoring the heels of his feet on the bed with a kiss to my lips.
He dips his soaked fingers around his cock, coating his shaft with my juices, and the grunt from his lips is filthy. My cunt throbs with emptiness, desperate to be filled with his big cock.
It’s risky to have sex without a condom, and I voice it to him, “I-I don’t have a condom.”
“I don’t want one,” he says, clipped and glaring with offensiveness in the green of his eyes.
“But I’m not on anything.”
Whether it’s a good thing or not, I find out a second later when the twitch at the corner of his lips pulls into a satisfying smirk. A ragged and primal hunger rips through the lustful façade on his face, leaving a man struggling with filthy instinct and sinful intentions.
“You’re mine, Victoria. This is your one chance to back out or I will cum in your little cunt. I’m not going to pull out; I want to feel your tight pussy milk my big cock and drench in my cum.”
Denying him never crosses my mind. Something about being possessed and owned by Silas makes me sensitive to his hold over me, but it’s addicting to be wanted by this brute of a man.
I want him. “Please, be gentle. It’s been a while.”
He hisses, tapping the weeping head of his cock to my folds. The slick sound throws my heart in a mortified squeak at how wet I am. It’s embarrassing to be the one writhing on the bed while he has cool composure.
“I’m jealous,” he sneers, the tip slips in the tight hole. “I want to be your only.”
“You are,” I choke out, moaning as he thrusts his fat cock inside. The burn from the stretch dangles between pleasure and sore aching, and a faint sheen of sweat glistens on his burly chest.
“I’m your last,” he concludes with a harsh thrust.
There’s a powerful searing pain on my waist where his fingers have found a home against; his thick cock buries deep in my cunt and splits my small hole open with abandon. I wasn’t ready for him to be rough nor was I ever going to be prepared for the stretch that brings tears to my eyes.
“S-Silas! You’re too big—slow, go slow! Ah!”
I wrench my head back with a silent scream and with my neck exposed, he strikes with baring teeth and burning tongue. A thumb, calloused and cruel, press down on my clit. I twitch, crying with a broken moan as his hips pummel my small pussy.
He’s trying to dominate me, control every pulse of my clit with a skillful pinch, and forcing obedience over me as his cock meets my cunt with loud squelches.
His eyes narrow at me, a twitch of a sneer mimics the same cruelty on his fingers. This is the first time I have truly understood just how frightening Silas is, the implication in the power of his hands can render anyone to a stingless puppet.
I am one of them, albeit from a non-violent act.
“I’m going to—ah! Yes, yes, please—oh!”
I cum with a breathless wanton cry, soaking his cock with my coiling walls and trembling in a heap of pleasure.
“Fuck!” he snaps, teeth flashing and eyes unfocused as his feet anchor firmly on the bed. His hips rise and fuck me in a deeper angle, thrumming my redden clit with relentless fingers and using me like a rag doll to milk his cock.
Cum spills from my snuggly stuffed hole, drooling on the bed as I lay there with the aftershocks of my orgasm. I moan, sighing as his cock jerks and sprays my cunt with more thick cum. The viscous slick coats every piece of skin on us as I laugh lightly when the lights flicker on.
“Oh, the lights are back.”
Silas leans down, biting my lips and scoffing. “Did you think we were done?”
“Yes?” I hesitantly answer.
His cock pulses. “We aren’t.”
Chapter Ten
Silas
I should have known. I have never been lucky in my life, nothing works in my favor, and it sure as hell isn’t going to start now.
Just when I had my Victoria back in my life again, she’s going to be ripped from my arms again.
Unacceptable. I will not allow that to happen. I will do whatever it takes to keep her with me. whether it is through restraints or violence, I’m not above using despicable methods.
I would never guilt her into staying with me, but if it comes to that, she’ll have to understand why I’m going to rip the wings off her back, securing her future on the ground with me.
Slamming the folder shut, my eyes bleed red as shortness of breath lingers in my lungs. I need to get a hold on myself. This will not be a repetition of history. We have to talk, it’s the first step in getting to the truth, and I’ll listen no matter how ugly the truth is.
Victoria groans from the bed, groggily waking up from her sleep as the sunlight peers through the curtains. I stalk up to her as she’s still unaware of the approaching dangers of me; she purely smiles and greets me with such a pretty smile that my cock jerks in attention.
I yank the blankets off her naked body; her plump ass and the sweet curve of her spine cause my mouth to dry. Her delicate body has been marked by my hands and my teeth. Some have darker marks than others because it’s in various stages of repetition.
I wanted the marks to stay and to show everyone she belongs to me, and time will tell how good that tactic works.
“Silas?” she murmurs, rubbing her face on th
e pillow. “Why’re you up early?”
Her body emits a tantalizing arch, and it calls for me, luring me into a trance as I fit my hands on the side of her body. She twitches, softly laughing and closing her arms to trap my hands.
“You’re leaving again.” It’s not an accusation, but rather a statement. There is no truth or false in anything else other than a sentence needing to be validated.
“What?” she murmurs, tired and whining as I pull her hips up.
My cock nuzzles in the cleft of her ass, rocking and slicking my cock with the wet cum dripping from her reddened hole. She still has a lot of my cum in her pussy, but it’s been leaking on the bed during the night, and that won’t do.
She should be full of me.
“W-wait, I’m sore—”
My chest rises and sinks viciously when she tumbles on her elbows, swallowing my cock with her greedy pussy on her own volition. Scorching heat surrounds my cock; something ripples through my veins as she cries with a floaty shudder.
It’s grounding, almost maddeningly poisonous as she shakes. A surreal kind of warm chokes my heart, the gentleness of her shivers goes calm while she murmurs.
“It’s so big—I can feel everything.”
I never believed I ever had the ability to hold myself together with her, nor did I ever lose the faith that once fueled my desire to hate her. I love her so much that to make the pain less, I blamed her and I choose to wallow in my hatred for what she had done to me.
I could never hate her. I have been a liar for seven years, and the abundant of disbelief explores the memories with ridicule.
Victoria is home. She is the love of my life, and I have been a wandering stray waiting to go home, but the deteriorating self-pity looks for another home that’s considered decent.
It’s not good, nor has it ever been great. Not a single moment in those seven years was warm; not even Sebastian could fill that gaping void in me when she left.
“Victoria,” I growl her name, deepening my baritone to shake loose her debauched state.
