“No,” I whisper, my breath hitching as I catch his meaning. I feel the weight of Silas’s gaze beneath the mask and bite my tongue.
“Yes, little fox.” His voice is cold, hauntingly so. Mark flinches as Silas kicks his shoulder. “Mark needs to apologize for leaving without saying goodbye. Isn’t that right? What better way than licking your needy pussy until you come.”
“Silas,” I warn, dropping my skirt back down and making to stand.
“Sit,” he commands. “Or I’ll make good on my threat.”
To kill Mark.
Like an obedient dog, I sit, glaring up at my master with all the loathing I can muster. I can practically see Silas lifting a brow, his gaze dipping to my covered legs. Jaw clenching, I hold his stare through the mask as I resume the earlier position.
“Remove them.”
My mouth falls open in protest, because fuck him, but then Silas fires. The bullet hits the dirt inches from Mark’s hand.
“I won’t ask again.”
I slide my underwear down, doing my best to ignore the humiliation searing through my veins. That’s exactly what he wants—control. Power. Unwilling to give him the satisfaction of waiting for orders, I settle back against the seat of his motorcycle and spread my thighs as wide as I can, being sure every part of me is on display.
“Fuck yeah,” Mark says, wiping blood from his eye and lunging forward.
Silas stops him, shoving him back onto his knees. “Crawl to her.”
God above, my body trembles at the violence dripping from his words. I should be terrified. Ishould berunning, taking my chances racing through spiked plants and sharp rocks. But I’m panting at the thought of Silas watching me come undone by another man. Of him controlling my pleasure.
Mark looks like he might argue, until he glances up, finding my pussy drenched and bared to him. He’s on me in seconds.
I stare into Silas’s haunting mask, the manic grin stitched across it reaching into my soul as I feel the first swipe of Mark’s tongue. The wrongness of the situation has me moaning as he licks up my center, Mark’s pace increasing as he circles my clit.
“Such a good little slut,” Silas murmurs, praising me as he steps closer, gun still trained on the man between my thighs.
Silas’s scent of leather and spice swirls around me, and I whimper, gripping the motorcycle as I stare into the mask.
Mark laps at me, drinking me down like he can’t get enough. He spreads my thighs wider, licking and teasing, brushing over my clit but never for long enough. My body is on fire, wound so tight I feel like I might snap. Wanton sounds fall from my lips, my hips undulating, chasing the release that stays just out of reach.
“Does it hurt, little fox?” Silas asks, amusement and anger coiled together. His leather-gloved fingers pinch my chin, forcing me to meet his masked gaze. Mark is still on his knees between my thighs, but my focus is only for Silas, aching for his approval, needing his command.
“Yes,” I whimper. “Please.”
A wicked, cruel imitation of a laugh escapes him, sending a shiver down my spine. “Do you think Ilikewatching another man touch you? This is what you wanted, Evie. Me, burning with jealousy. And you—desired. Coveted to the point of madness.”
“Silas, please?—”
My pleas are cut short as Silas grabs the back of Mark’s head and shoves his face into my core. He flails, palms bracing against my thighs as he tries to pull away—tries to breathe—but the struggle only spreads me further.
“You don’t breathe until she comes,” Silas snarls, jerking Mark’s head up, repositioning his tongue over my clit.
I’m so close. So fucking close.
“Play with your nipples, Evie. Imagine my hands there.”
I obey, slipping a hand inside my top, teasing and pinching as Mark’s fingers dig into my thighs, his mouth sucking hard on my clit.
“Come for me,” Silas growls.
I stare into his stitched green eyes as I come undone, shattering around another man’s mouth. Mark’s muffled pleas only intensify the orgasm, each vibration drawing out wave after wave until I’m shaking.
Until reality comes crashing back.
