Page 160 of The Addict

The buttons came loose, and my boxers were swiped down. My hardened cock sprung free, exposing me.

Silas simply laughed. “I don’t see why you’re so stressed about it. You seem to need my assistance.”

I clenched my eyes closed. “Jesus, Silas.”

I fumbled with the handcuff. I had never desired anything so strongly, but I hated the idea of how it was going to happen. Delane was still lost among my thoughts. And this made me feel so dirty. So wrong. Like I was serving her an injustice.

“Can’t this wait?” I pleaded, staring down into the darkness, wondering if our eyes were meeting. I couldn’t see him fully.

Silas massaged my hips, saying nothing. His breath already felt amazing on the tip of my cock, and I trembled.

“Silas?”

“I’m done making deals with you,” Silas murmured. “And besides,” I could feel his smirk in the shadows. “This is your punishment.”

I yanked at the restraint now, trying to use my free hand to loosen the handcuff. “For what? Not inviting you to the damn masquerade? Shit, I—”

“Not for excluding me,” Silas hissed. “For bringing that bitch with you.”

My free hand dropped to my side. His words struck me to silence.

He had seen her.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice her bumbling about?” Silas scoffed. “Who could miss that color she has for hair?”

My throat felt dry. “You’re not going to–”

“Oh, don’t you worry. After this I’m leaving. You can kiss her, dance with her, fuck her—I don’t care,” he snarled. “But I want you to know what she won’t do for you, first.”

I couldn’t breathe. “Wait–”

Silas engulfed me, ripping a shocked, strangled moan from my mouth. My cock slid all the way back to his throat, and the sharp feel of the dragon scales on his mask pressed into my stomach.

I bit down on my tongue to stop myself from making any noise. Why should I give Silas the satisfaction of torturing me like this? I wouldn’t. Fuck him for doing this to me.

Fuck him for feeling like this, his lips tight around the base of me.

Fuck him for having those expert skills that made my toes curl.

Fuck him for being so warm…and wet.

I couldn’t describe the way it felt. The delicious sensations that ignited throughout me at the contact of Silas’s tongue made my lips quiver. Silas reached one hand behind me, squeezing my ass and holding me in place as he bobbed back and forth on my cock. My whole body was shaking with need. I hated myself for craving more.

I wanted more. It was so fucking good.

“God…” I moaned softly. I couldn’t hold it down.

I slammed my head back against the wall of the closet, unintentionally knocking more of the junk down to the floor below. The noise of it rang out around us again. Part of me actually wished someone would catch us in the act so that we’d be forced to stop.

“Damian would…kill y-you if he saw…this…” I choked out, hoping that the threat would deter him from going on.

Silas released me briefly, gasping for breath. “I wish he would open that door,” he panted, his cool rush of air hitting the tip of my cock. “Then I could see you splayed out before me, all strung up and begging to be let go…damn…there are so many things I want to do to you…”

“You’re crazy...” I whimpered faintly.

“Yeah, I am,” Silas whispered seductively, his teeth grazing my hip bones. “And you fucking love it.”

He shamelessly dragged his tongue up my length, and I groaned.