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Once she’s settled between my legs, she spreads my pussy lips wide, and I hear a growl leave Silas’s throat. Turning my head quickly, he nods for me to go on. So slowly, I slip my hand down into her hair and drag her face against my pussy. Her tongue comes out, running straight to my clit. She’s a woman and knows exactly what to do to make me feel good. She buries her face in my face and eats me like I’ve never been eaten before. I won’t lie and say that Silas isn’t better, he is, but this feels so fucking good too. She licks and sucks, and my legs begin to tremble when she pulls her mouth away. I whine, and I can hear Silas chuckling.

“Pussy to pussy,” Silas demands. I’m not sure what he wants us to do, but Val takes control. She positions me how she wants me, and then she moves into her position. I think they call this scissoring. Our pussy’s are pressed against each other’s as she begins to grind against me. I start to move with her and find a rhythm that works for us. I’ve never felt anything like this in my fucking life. We’re both so fucking wet our juices slide together. I roll my hips, getting right where I need to be, and then I move. I move hard and fast. My clit is throbbing as I rock into her, grinding against her. Then I feel warmth flood my body as I come for her, against her. I cry out as it all washes over me at once.

I’m panting and trying to catch my breath when Silas moves. He lifts the drugged girl off the bed and shoves her toward the door.

“Get yourself out of here,” he orders her. She nods her head, seemingly a little less intoxicated, before she grabs her clothes from the bathroom and heads out the door. I lie still as Silas bends down and kisses me while keeping the mask on. His tongue dips into my mouth, and I take all he has to give.

His gloves are gone now when he reaches down and runs his fingers through the wetness he finds between my legs. He dips a finger inside of me and then pulls it back out to play with my clit. It’s still so sensitive that when he touches it, I nearly leap off the bed. He grins against my mouth and says, “Now come for me, Angel.” He presses harder, and before I can stop myself, I come once more. I cry out his name this time and tug his mouth to mine. I kiss him like I may never get the chance to, savoring every second of him.

When he pulls away from me, he drops a kiss on my forehead.

“Where are you going?”

“Home.”

“Silas,” I whine. I want him. I need him. I want his cock inside of me. I yawn, but I’m not too tired to take him.

“Are you begging me like a good little whore?” he asks.

“Yes. Please, Silas.”

“What do you want?”

“You.”

“Not good enough.”

“I want your cock inside of me, Silas. I need to fucking feel you inside of me,” I shamelessly beg him. He lowers his head and kisses me once more before he shakes his head.

“Not tonight, baby. Tonight, you make yourself come while you think about me.”

“But Silas.”

“Don’t worry, Angel. Next time, you’re going to be so fucking full of my cock you’ll beg me to stop.” I watch him leave the room as I flop back on the pillows. I can’t believe he just left me like this. I can’t believe he brought a girl here, either. I wonder where he even got her?

Ignoring the jealousy that rises in me, I lay back and spread my legs, thinking about Silas in that damn mask. I don’t know what it is about it that turns me on so damn much, but it does, and I want more. I slip a finger inside myself, and I’m still wet from what we did. Sliding it in and out, I do what he says. I think about him and make myself come as many times as I can before sleep pulls me under.

Chapter 11

Silas

I’ve done a little recon on the mayor and I haven’t found anything of interest. He goes home alone at about ten every night from his office. That’s where he stays until around seven in the morning when he does this bullshit all over again. What kind of boring life does this man live?

I haven’t noticed anything out of the ordinary with him, and that doesn’t sit well with me. I need information, and I need to know who the fuck he’s talking to and why. I sigh as I sit back and spread my legs wide, resting my arm along the back of the chair next to me while Rylan and Levi talk a little. That’s when I see my Angel walking in. And she looks pissed.

I haven’t seen her in a few days. No, let me rephrase that: I haven’t let her see me in a few days. I’ve been there, sitting in the chair watching her sleep, and I find that’s one of my favorite things to do. I like that she doesn’t know I’m there when she’s dreaming of me.

“Where are they?” She snaps when she’s close enough for me to hear her.

“Where are what?” I ask casually.

“My journals, Silas. Where the hell are they?” she yells louder, getting looks from others sitting in the cafeteria. I don’t say shit; I just smile at her. “Give them to me.”

“I love it when you make demands of me, Angel.”

“I mean it. Stop playing games and give them back,” she yells again. I reach out and grab her hand, pulling her into my lap, where she fights me. I don’t let her get far, though. I clamp one of my hands down on her thigh tightly to get her attention. She yelps, but she stops moving.

“No one is playing games here, Angel. I told you, I’m going to do everything you’ve written about in those journals.”

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