Page 109 of Afflicted

“Silas!” Her voice is fucking terrifying. “We were just talking about you!”

“Is that right?” He gives her a nod.

“Yeah, talking about how great it is that you’re such good friends, weren’t we, honey?” She looks over her shoulder at me, smiling a saccharine smile.

“That’s right.” I give Silas a smile that I hope looks genuine and doesn’t betray how I’m really feeling.

“He needs to do a supply run to Savannah, just FYI.” Sam gives me a wink, before tossing her red hair and breezing past Silas with a clap on his shoulder.

We both wait for her to leave, for the door to firmly swing shut before Silas keeps moving towards my bed.

“You get some rest?” He perches on the end of my bed, reaching out to take my hand.

“Yeah, I did.” I give his fingers a squeeze, so intensely grateful that he’s here and that crazy bitch is gone. “She was just here when I woke up and… I don’t even know. It was so creepy.”

Silas exhales harshly, and pulls me a little closer to him. “She’s being fucking weird.”

“Maybe she’s jealous?”

He grunts out a laugh. “Yeah maybe, but she is right.”

I frown. “About what?”

“The supply run. I need to go to Savannah tomorrow.” His eyes start to change color, and I can practically feel the lust dripping off him as he smiles. “Fancy being busted out of here again?”

“You’re crazy.” I roll my eyes. “She’s probably baiting you and she’ll turn you in the second the truck leaves the gates.”

“Nah, she wouldn’t do that to me.” His expression shifts, and he pulls me closer still, so that our legs are touching. “I need to be alone with you. I don’t know how I’m going to go without…” He shakes his head, his eyes dropping to my chest. My nipples instantly harden under his gaze, goosebumps prickling down my arms, and he growls low in his throat. “Fuck, angel.”

“Silas, we have to be careful,” I say urgently, trying to stamp down the desire that’s coursing through me. This isn’t the time, it isn’t the place. But the way he’s looking at me…

His hand creeps under the sheet, up my thigh, and his eyes meet mine as he slips a finger inside my panties. He groans softly as my lips part in a silent moan, his finger stroking my clit, then slipping inside me.

“Silas, they’re right outside,” I whisper, biting my lip as his fingers keep moving and probing. He pushes two fingers inside me, and I whimper, covering my mouth with my hand. He’s insane. That creepy bitch is probably watching through a damn peephole or something. “You need to stop.”

“Quiet, angel.” His eyes stay fixed on my face as he works me into a frenzy, hot and wanting. He smiles as I pant, trying to stay still on the bed in case anyone looks in on us. “That’s it, eyes on me. Fuck, you’re so desperate, aren’t you?”

“Mhmm.” I nod, my body starting to shiver.

He leans closer, his thumb stroking my clit hard as his fingers crook against my g-spot, rubbing and pushing. “Are you sore?”

I nod again, keeping my lips pressed together to stop myself crying out. My answer seems to please him, his eyes wandering over my face.

“Can you still feel me inside you, angel?”

“Yes.” My eyes slip closed, but fly open again almost instantly as he pinches my nipple hard.

“You stay right here with me,” he commands in that low voice that almost has me come apart on his hand. “Fucking hell, I wish my cock was in your ass right now.”

I moan at his words, the pressure in my belly too much, I can’t keep quiet. I want him in my ass too, I want him to fuck my throbbing pussy, no matter how sore I am. I reach out and stroke him through his pants, and he hisses in a serrated breath.

“I need to feel that hot cunt on my cock,” he murmurs. His words unravel me completely, and I come hard on his fingers, swallowing down my cries. I’m sweating and shaking, my hand digging into his thigh with so much ferocity, I’m surprised I haven’t shredded a hole into his uniform.

Silas withdraws his fingers slowly, raising them to his mouth and licking me off them as I watch. He looks me over and grins, shaking his head.

“Such a bad girl, making me crazy like this.”

“We have to be more careful.” I can barely speak, my breath rasping out of my lungs. “You can’t do that here.”

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