Page 87 of The Addict

“I want to hear you say it,” he growled, giving me hard, unforgiving strokes.

“I want...you to fuck...me,” I rasped, air non existent.

Silas seemed to be enjoying the show. “And how do you want it?”

I gasped out an incoherent reply, the words trapped in my throat.

“Answer me,” he ordered, squeezing.

“H-Hard,” I let out a groan, as the pace at which Silas was torturing me was rapidly pushing me over the edge.

I wished he would slow down, just a little, or I was going to end up cumming in his fist.

“Do you want it like this?” Silas asked huskily.

I managed up enough energy to shake my head and place a hand over his wrist, temporarily halting his harsh movements.

“T-Too fast,” I choked out.

Silas was silent, but he complied, slowing the pace of his taunting hand. My eyes fluttered closed, and I knew he was observing my expressions. I was sure every sound I made was music to his ears.

And I didn’t care.

“Mr. Thorne?” Came the driver’s voice from an intercom on the door of the vehicle.

I nearly whimpered in disappointment when Silas’s hand stilled. He looked at the blinking light on the built-in device. He reached over, pressing a button.

“What is it?” he grounded out through clenched teeth.

“Umm...well...you have a call waiting for you on Line One...” the nervous voice explained.

I watched, horrified, as a smirk crept up the corners of Silas’s mouth. I shook when those shining eyes set back upon me.

I was his prey.

And I was about to be taken down.

“Thank you, I will take the call in a moment.”

The intercom grew silent as well as everything else. I waited in suspense for what the next move would be, unsure of what I should say or do.

Silas clenched his hand tight, causing me to dig my nails into the top of the leather seat on either side of his body.

“Not one sound,” he purred before using his free hand to place an earpiece in his ear. He pressed another button on the door.

My mouth dropped. Was he serious? I didn’t have time to think about it, because I got my answer soon enough.

Silas chuckled into the phone as he eyed me sinisterly. “No, I can talk.”

I bit down on my tongue as Silas began jacking me off again. This pace was perfect, giving me goosebumps. Just thinking about how his hand rose and fell, gently brushing the tip of my cock with his thumb while he held a full fucking phone conversation.

I whimpered. Fuck.

“Really? Interesting.” Silas pressed a silent kiss to my chest. “Hmm. I really can’t be of much service; my hands are so full right now.”

I would have laughed at the hidden meaning if he hadn’t been the full Silas was talking about.

“No. You’re right. That would be devastating to me.” Silas spoke calmly, as though he had nothing to lose. I, on the other hand, was withering in his grasp, desperate not to make any noise for fear that the person on the other line would hear. Not to mention when Silas gave me orders that I didn’t follow, it typically had consequences.