Page 52 of A Game of Secrets

"Roxi you should get back to work, there's a stag-do in booth two that needs their pockets emptying."

Roxi's face hardens for a moment. "I could always empty your pockets," she sings, fluttering her fake eyelashes as she slides up to Linc's chest.

He instantly stops her, placing both hands onto her biceps, his knuckles visibly whitening at how hard he’s digging his fingers into her skin. "Not interested Rox. Never have been, never will be. Now get back to work," he snaps, pushing her backwards, leaving her even more frustrated as she flicks her hair and walks away.

Linc turns to me after he's watched Roxi straddle herself over one of the men in the VIP booth and shakes his head. "Nasty piece of work she is."

I smile and laugh at his seemingly true remark. "I've had worse. She seems quite hung up on you guys though." I say, searching his eyes for any hint of emotion towards the scatty bitch.

Linc holds my eye contact as a smirk pulls up the one side of his mouth. "Trust me love, she is nothing but business to us. The punters love her, that's the only reason we keep her around. You've nothing to worry about," he says while bringing his hand to my face and tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I close my eyes at the brief contact and sigh inwardly, these guys really are getting to me in every which way. I feel like an army of butterflies has just been released inside of my stomach. I can feel the heat rise in my cheeks as I blush. How can such a big hard scary looking mafia guy have such a gentle way? Or is it all just a show? Silas steps into view and Linc lowers his hand. "Enjoy your night, Lucille," he whispers before turning to Silas. "Brother," he nods, then makes his way towards the metal staircase taking the steps two at a time before he enters a glass-fronted office.

"Sorry la mia luce, I had to take that call. Are you ready to go?" Silas asks, pulling my attention back to him.

I smile and nod. "Yes please. Where are we going?" I question, letting him lead me out the door, past Dario and over towards a black Porsche. He opens the passenger side door for me to slip in before closing it and getting in next to me and starts up the engine. He looks over at me with a delicious grin on his lips. "I was thinking Thai. I know a lovely little place, nice and quiet. I have a private booth so we won’t be interrupted."

"Sounds lovely. I’ve only tried a little bit of Thai food so you'll have to tell me what's good on the menu."

Silas laughs, concentrating on the road ahead as he drives. "Oh la mia luce, the tastiest thing in that restaurant won’t be something you can find on the menu." I blush instantly, his words sending a wave of excitement straight between my legs. I clench my thighs together and subconsciously start to pick at my fingernails, praying the darkness of night filling the car is concealing the effect he has on me.

A little while later, after a journey full of comfortable small talk, Silas pulls the car up outside a quaint little restaurant called Thai Orchid. The outside is lit up with hundreds of fairy lights wrapped around a small but cozy outdoor seating area, making it look like something out of a movie. "It looks beautiful," I gasp.

Getting out and walking around the car to open my door for me, Silas takes my hand and leads me inside to the restaurant host greeting customers as they walk in.

"Ah, Mr Salvatore, good evening," he calls, greeting Silas with a familiar handshake. "The usual table?" he asks, grabbing two menus from behind his stand.

Silas nods and smiles at the small but happy man, "Please Nam, thank you."

"Right this way," Nam says, gesturing us forwards towards the back end of the restaurant.

As we make our way through the dining customers, I take in the beautifully decorated interior. The walls are painted white and red with golden scroll details throughout. There are giant Buddah statues placed in every corner with incense sticks, candles and flowers placed at their feet. Bamboo screens separate off different sections of the floorplan, while large ceramic pots of tall grass plants separate the rest of the tables and multiple candles around the room give off a beautiful mood lighting.

Nam leads us to a secluded corner of the restaurant, hidden by a wall of foliage and fairy lights and ushers us into a booth. "For you, beautiful lady," he sings, handing me a menu. I giggle and thank him politely but notice as Silas scowls at him as he lays a cotton napkin over my lap. "And for the gentleman," Nam adds, turning to Silas offering out his menu. "What can I get you for drinks?" Without a beat, Silas orders a bottle of white wine and a jug of fresh iced water for the table.

When Nam arrives back at the table with our drinks, I let Silas order food for us both as he knows what the best options are and Nam skips happily away again to the kitchen to pass our order to the chef.

Silas relaxes beside me and places his hand onto my thigh, just below the cut of my dress.

"Thank you for agreeing to have dinner with me tonight. I know this is all very sudden, me and my brothers coming into your life like this but we have the best intentions when it comes to you and your boy. You just have to give us a chance to show you." Silas says, gently squeezing my leg in reassurance. I shift a little under his hand, unsure whether I need him to remove it completely or move it further towards my already throbbing clit.

I take a sip of my wine. "Why me?" I ask through barley a whisper.

Silas looks at me with a rare smile. "The first moment I saw you in that prison, I knew I had to have you. You are the first person I think of when I wake up and the last person I think of before I fall asleep. You are more than special, la mia luce. You are my light in all of my darkness and you will come to accept that. I will do everything in my power to let you know just how much you mean to me," he says, leaning in close enough for me to taste his breath against my lips. I try to think of anything other than how close his lips are to mine, the smell of his cologne mixed with the taste of whiskey on his breath sending my head spinning. I lean back slightly and gaze up into his eyes. Eyes that look like they're on fire, eyes that bore straight into my soul.

"How can I trust you?" I sigh. "I know who you are now. I know what you do." I look away briefly and turn my head away but Silas brings his hand up to my face and brings my chin back towards him firmly slamming his lips to mine. I resist at first but soon my mouth is opening, allowing entry to his eager tongue. I melt forwards and bring my hands to his chest feeling his drumming pulse beneath my fingers. I feel his hand run slowly up my leg and beneath the hem of my dress while the other snakes around the back of my neck, holding me against his mouth. I couldn't say no even if I wanted to, I guess it’s a good thing that I don't. Silas is hardly touching me and I'm already aching and needy. His hand trails further up my dress and lands over the lace material of my thong. I involuntarily shift my position to give him better access and I feel the smile pull at his lips as he continues his assault on my mouth. He knows exactly what he's doing, and I can’t help but let him. His hand strokes gently across my clit, the friction from my underwear feels delicious against me, eliciting a small moan between our mouths.

Silas bites down on my lower lip before sucking it between his own. "Do you want me to stop, baby?" he asks. I pause for a moment then shake my head, opening my thighs further for him, gaining a satisfied grunt of approval. "Good girl. Now keep quiet, we wouldn't want to draw any attention to your dripping pussy would we?" he growls low into my ear. I gasp, suddenly remembering where we are but the possibility of being caught with this man's fingers deep inside of me, right here in this restaurant turns me on even more and I clench my inner muscles in desire.

Silas slips my thong to the side and with a swift move his fingers are inside me, gently teasing the inside of my channel.

"Fuck," I gasp through gritted teeth as he expertly circles his thumb across my clit while gently pumping his hand back and forth. I dig my nails into the fabric of the seat either side of my thighs and throw my head back while I close my eyes, his assault all too adequately delivered.

"You look incredible with my fingers so deep inside you." Silas moans against my neck as he trails kisses from my collarbone to my earlobe. I can feel the familiar ache pooling inside of me, building delicious waves of ecstasy. Silas curls his finger stroking against my sweet spot, the sensation almost tipping me over the edge already. I move my hips to meet the thrusts of his hand and have to bite down on my lip as a whimper escapes my throat.

"Be quiet baby, I want this all for myself," he whispers against me before pulling my face back to his and plunging his tongue into my mouth. I can feel myself letting go, my thighs are shaking beneath me and my chest is flush with heat. Silas pulls away from my lips, his fingers thrusting deeper and faster inside me. "You can trust me, Lucille. No other man will make you feel like I can, like my brothers can. Nobody else will ever make you feel as good. Let go baby, trust me, come for me."

His words are my undoing, I jerk my hips forwards and try to stifle my cry. With another deep thrust of his fingers, I come hard and heavy over Silas' hand. My walls clench his fingers as I arch my back, pushing forward to ride out the waves of pleasure. Silas leaves his fingers inside of me until my body relaxes and my aftershocks have passed before he slides out of me and brings his fingers to his lips, slick and glistening with my release he dips his fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean. It's one of the hottest things I've ever seen and instantly has my pussy aching again. Silas watches me with hooded eyes before leaning in and planting a gentle kiss on my neck, just below my ear as he whispers, "The only thing sexier than watching you come on my fingers, would be watching you come on my cock," he purrs. Fuck, that is the sexiest thing anybody has ever said to me. This man will have me committed for insanity.

I turn to face him. "This is just a lot," I admit, straightening myself back out and flattening the bottom of my dress across my legs, because really it is, all of a sudden I've gone from a happy single mom to the main attraction of three dangerous mafia dogs. I shake my head, "I just don't know what to say." Thanks for some of the best orgasms of my life but please let me think about being in a relationship with you? It even sounds crazy in my head!

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