Page 124 of The Addict

“Then what is it?” I growled, retracting to my bed. “You don’t want anything to do with me now that you know my past?” I waited, receiving no answer.

I should have known, telling him would change his perception of me. Why wouldn’t it? I was revolting.

I sneered through fresh tears. “Does it sicken you?”

“Yes, your father sickens me,” Silas retorted. “Not you. You didn’t ask for this.”

My eyes met the ground. “Well, life’s a bitch like that, isn’t it?”

Silas did an about face, in one swift motion, and crossed the room back to where I sat. He placed an arm on either side of me, pressing forward so that I was forced to bend back into the sheets. His mouth found mine—a brief and delayed greeting. He pulled away too quickly for my enjoyment, his eyebrows scrunching together in an emotion I couldn’t place.

“I’m not leaving because of you, Noah. I’m leaving because of me,” he explained.

I rolled my eyes, exhausted. “You don’t make any fucking sense.”

“Then allow me to clarify it for you,” Silas avowed, his voice was the low thunder rolling in before the storm.

My eyes drifted up to him from my position below his body. He bent his head down until his lips were grazing mine as he spoke.

“If I don’t leave now,” he mouthed each word with precision. “I am going to kill your father.”

I stared at him stupidly. I had no words.

“Then as he bleeds out, and takes his last breath, I’m going to fuck you. Here.” Silas patted the bed next to my thigh.

I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until a sharp exhale escaped my lips. Silas watched me carefully, gauging my reactions, and waiting for my response. I knew his eyes were looking into my soul, his pupils shrinking to the tiniest black dots amongst a sea of silvery madness. I was lost there, caught somewhere between horror and excitement—a new high.

Was it really that easy?

He reached up, taking my chin between his fingers. His head cocked to the side, ever so slightly, as if considering something.

“Do you want me to kill him?” he asked huskily, eyebrows lifting in suggestion, never once breaking eye contact as he did so. His undertone was stern and sinister, and the goosebumps that rose on my arms at the question confirmed that my answer might strike his match, light his fire.

I was confident that if I said yes, Silas would do it. He’d kill.

Kill for me.

Perhaps, he even wanted to.

In my entire life, I’d never felt more powerful than I did right then.

I was a King.

“No.” I found my voice and responded, somehow, without falter or shake.

Silas closed the sliver of the gap between us and pressed his lips to mine. My body instantly filled with urgency, warmth, and chaos. Perfect chaos that only he brought to me.

Before I could wrap my arms around him, he pulled away and gave one last gentle caress of the cut beneath my eye. He stood up, and I watched, as he headed to the other side of the room.

I clutched my arms around my body.

I didn’t have to hear the soft lift of the window to know that Silas was climbing through it, back into the darkness from which he first appeared.

And where he should stay, I thought bitterly.

I stood, pacing the room. I couldn’t begin to calm the emotions within me. How could I be so stupid? Why didn’t I just shut my fucking mouth?

I was losing control.