Page 33 of A Game of Secrets

I have to avert my eyes towards the floor to be able to speak, otherwise I’m sure to implode under his penetrating gaze, “I will only help you if you promise to give me some answers,” I start, squirming uncomfortably, hoping my voice sounds more confident than I’m feeling inside. I hear what sounds like a chuckle escaping his lips and dare to glance up at him. I’m caught off guard by his rugged good looks, even with his busted nose. My bravado disintegrates and I know in this moment that he knows it too, he intimidates the shit out of me. I stand as still as a statue with my back flush against the door, as he stands too, and begins slowly creeping towards me, like a predator stalking down its prey. Each agonizing step causes my heart to pound hard against my chest, threatening to escape, and I’m sure he can hear it.

He stands before me, his entire body almost double my own. I can feel his breath hot against my skin and the smell of musk, whiskey and blood, all tingling through my nose. “You’ll do well not to blackmail me, la mia Luce,” he whispers, his lips now inches away from mine. My breathing hitches as I remember the warning that Max had given me about how dangerous these men are. Silas takes a step back, a smugness coating his face as he looks down at me and raises a blood soaked hand towards me, turning it over to reveal a shard of glass wedged deep into a laceration across his knuckle. “I’ll answer whatever you ask, bella.” I try my best to regain my composure as I reach out for his hand and take it in mine. I lead him back to the bench in the middle of the room, silently instructing him to sit down. He obliges immediately and takes his seat. “There’s a first aid kit in the bathroom,” he says, nodding his head in the direction of a single door at the back of the room.

“If you had a first aid kit, you could have just done this yourself.” I jeer at him before walking to retrieve it.

“Ah,” he smiles on my return. “It is much more fun to inflict pain on others than it is to do it to myself.” The smugness on his face beginning to irritate me.

“Is that why you’re doing this?” I ask, a fire igniting in my belly. “You think it’s funny to hurt people?”

His face drops as soon as I’ve said it. “Mia luce, I would never hurt you,” he says, pulling me in between his knees with a firm grip on my hips.

I push him away, “I can not help you if you do that,” I scold, leaving him smiling again.

Pulling his hand back to mine, I sit on the bench next to him, placing his hand on my knee for support. I feel him tense at the contact but try to ignore it and carefully begin to prize the glass shard from his knuckle. “Why are you having me followed?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at the intricate task in front of me.

“From the first moment I saw you in that prison, I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind. You have consumed my every thought and encapsulated my soul, la mia luce. I needed to make sure you were safe. I trust my men, I knew they would watch over you until I was able to get to you myself.”

I furrow my brow thinking his reply posed even more questions than answers. “Why wouldn’t I be safe? I have never felt in more danger than I do now. Now that you’ve implanted yourself into my life, now that you’re having me watched.”

His free hand grips the edge of my chin and he tips my head up to look at him. “You will never be in danger with me Lucille,” he says, his eyes full of intent, “you have my word.”

I tsk my teeth loudly, his promises nothing but whispers in the wind. Pulling my chin from his grasp I look back down to wrap a tight bandage around his injured hand now I’m satisfied that all of the glass fragments have been removed. I pull firmly on the fabric and tie a knot, ensuring it’s secure, causing him to wince slightly.

“Done.” I say, looking back at his face. “Just don’t punch anything else for a while and it should heal quickly,” I remark.

He cocks his lips on one side and smiles, “Deal!” he says, his face full of boyish charm.

Noticing his eyes roaming down over my body, I suddenly remember he is only half dressed in front of me, his shorts leaving very little to the imagination as they stretch out over his bulky thighs, his bare torso hard and lean, his muscles straining against his tattooed skin. Desire floods my body and I can already feel the dampness in my panties, picturing all the things this beast of a man could do to me. I run my tongue across my bottom lip, resisting my inner urge to mount him right here right now.

Silas watches me, eyes hooded, his want and need practically dripping from his body. “I can’t do this,” I whisper, standing and turning towards the exit door, I need to get out of here.

“Where are you going?” he barks. “Back to that Irish scum?” His words pierce through me and I turn to face him.

“What did you just say?” I ask, the fire inside now doubling in size, ready to explode. Desire now replaced by fury. This man really knows how to get under my skin.

“Costello,” he spits venomously. “I saw you pawing yourself all over him, that Irish prick all smug in the ring after I fucking beat him.”

“DON’T YOU DARE!” I scream, running forwards to where he’s now standing. I fling my arms like a wild animal aiming for his face, chest, arms, anything within my reach. In one swift swoop his hands grasp tightly around my wrists, holding me in place. My eyes widen in shock, then narrow at him. “DON’T YOU DARE CALL HIM THAT YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” I rage in his face, his angry yet beautiful, bloodied face. “Is that all I am to you?” I rasp. “Just a piece of fucking meat in your little game of secrets.” I can not hide the hurt in my voice now. “Just a fucking pissing contest!”

Silas is still for a moment before his pupils constrict into narrow slits, completely transforming his face into something demonic. “So you won’t trust me, but instead have the Irish eating out the palm of your hand?” his grip on me tightens. “Silly little girl, I would watch what you’re saying. I’ve already told you I would never hurt you so don’t test me. But him, he will bury you and never look back,” he snarls.

“Fuck you, Silas!” I shout, trying to free myself from his hold so I can take my own shot at his face. Suddenly a loud growl erupts from his throat as he slams me backwards into the lockers, smacking my head hard against the metal. Now with one hand restraining both of my arms above my head and the other at my throat, he renders me completely defenseless.

“What does he have over you that you would choose him over me? What does he have that I cannot give to you!?” He seethes, through gritted teeth. I can see the anger pulsating in his temples and rippling through his biceps as he holds me firm against the lockers. I have to stay focused because the angrier he gets, the wetter I become. I shouldn’t like this but I do, my body is betraying me and right now I want him to hurt me, to bend me to his will, to make me scream his name.

“He’s my fucking brother you prick,” I spit in to his face.

Instantly his grip around my throat loosens and he pulls back his head to look me dead in the eyes. I freeze beneath his gaze, my chest rising and falling rapidly as the adrenaline courses through my body and I try desperately to regain my own breath.

All of a sudden the world seems to spin on its axis with Silas and I dead in the center. With a flash of movement he fists his hand into my hair at the back of my head and crushes his lips to mine. I fight it at first, the overwhelming concoction of emotions still raging through me so out of tune with each other. I try my hardest to resist, but my struggles are nothing compared to his overbearing weight pressed against me. I give in and part my lips to his, giving him a green light and as his tongue begins to explore my mouth, my own fights his back with just as much vigor. A deep feral growl escapes his throat as we wrestle for dominance in each other's mouths.

Silas pulls back from me panting loudly, “I need you now,” he rasps, before releasing my hands from above my head and claiming my lips again with his hands holding either side of my face. A treacherous moan slips between my lips and it only adds fuel to his fire. He pulls back again, and with his eyes black as coal and an animalistic snarl pinned on his face, he looks terrifying. Terrifying but beautiful. I gasp as he slips his hands down my chest and hungrily rips open my shirt, scattering the buttons across the room.

“I can’t,” I struggle to protest but am cut off by his lips once more as he devours my mouth and pushes my shirt off my shoulders. My mind is reeling at what’s happening, I know I shouldn’t be doing this, I shouldn’t be enjoying it but I am and I need to feel him inside of me right now, I need the real thing this time not my imagination.

With primal desire taking over me, I push hard against his chest pushing him a few steps backwards. He looks startled at first but stands and stares at me as I pull my tank top over my head and drop it to the floor. As I unbutton my jeans, he realizes what I’m doing and his eyes become wild with desire. I begin to shimmy my jeans down my legs, keeping my eyes locked on his the whole time. Am I trying to be sexy? Who knows, sure as hell not me. I watch as his gaze roam over my body only covered by my underwear, feeling smug that I decided to wear a matching lace set today. At this moment, Silas makes me feel like the sexiest woman in the world. Within seconds he’s on me again, his mouth hot and heavy, suffocating me with his tongue. “Enough,” he growls, lifting me and slamming me back into the lockers, placing his hands on the back side of my thighs, keeping me in place. I wrap my legs tight against his waist and link my arms around his neck. “Beg me,” he whispers, his voice sending shivers straight down to my core. I move against him, trying to feel the friction between my legs. “BEG ME!” he orders again, his voice hard and impatient this time.

“Please Silas,” I moan against his lips. As soon as the words escape my mouth he frees one hand and adjusts his shorts. I feel his fingers trace their way between my legs and pull my panties to the side. My stomach instantly flips at the feel of him and the anticipation of what's to come. His fingers gently graze the edge of my pussy lips before he pushes them inside and a sigh of approval leaves his throat. Christ that was hot.

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