Page 50 of Vows of Silence

Chapter 17

The Flame

“You’re such a good girl,” Luca breathed down the phone, making my thighs tense as pleasure coursed through me. “Shift to the side, baby. Let me see you. Fuck, yes, just like that.”

I heard him shift, heard the soft, guttural groan as he gripped himself, and I grinned wickedly, watching the screen in fascination as he stroked the length of his cock for me.

This was the first time he had accepted the video call. Usually, it was just me teasing him, tormenting him, but this time… this time he was reciprocating. I still couldn’t see his face, but what I could see… fuck, I liked it.

I loved watching his hand grip his cock. I loved watching his fingers tighten around it as he stroked himself. His fingers were scarred—stories of a violent life. A life where he’d had to fight for survival. Fuck me, that did something to me.

I pulled my vibrator out of myself, slowly, agonisingly slowly, allowing Luca to see how wet it was, how wet he was making me.

“Do you like that, Belle?” he asked.

“Mmhmm.”

“Is that how you imagine me fucking you? Soft and gentle like that?”

“Sometimes…” I admitted, pushing the vibrator back inside myself and moaning loudly.

Luca tightened the grip on his cock, his knuckles turning white. “Fuck, I can’t think straight when you do that. All I can picture is you moaning like that with my cock inside you.”

“I’m right here, Luca. You don’t have to imagine. I’m yours for the taking.”

His hips jerked at that, his hand pumping faster.

“Keep talking like that, and I’m not going to last much longer.”

“Like what?” I teased. I shifted again, going onto my knees, positioning my body in front of the webcam so he could see all of me, and then positioned the vibrator between my legs. “I think about this a lot as well. About being on top of you, sinking down on your cock, feeling you underneath me as you allow me to ride you, finding my own pleasure in your body.”

I rotated my hips, grinding against the vibrator, and brought one hand to my tits, rolling my nipples between my fingers.

Luca groaned loudly, the rumble burning through my veins.

“Faster, baby, faster. I’m so fucking close,” he grunted, his breaths coming out in frantic pants, jerking his cock with such force his fist slapped against his balls.

I did exactly as I was told, picking up my movements, bouncing on my vibrator, moaning his name loudly, just as he liked.

The pleasure built in my stomach as I watched him get himself off. My eyes were locked on his movements, my thighs tensing, my vision blackening at the edges.

“Cum for me, Belle. Let me hear you sing for me.”

“Luca,” I breathed, rolling my hips at an impossible pace, my back arching, everything building and building until…

A flash of silver.

A black suit.

Luca was no longer on the camera. Silas was there, watching me, his head tilted to the side. Curious. Alert.

Hungry.

And for some reason, that spurred me on. I wanted him to see me.Wanted his attention fixed entirely on me. I was so horny. So agonisingly aroused. Seeing him watching me ride my vibrator was almost enough to send me catapulting over the edge.

His gloved hand lowered to his trousers, teasing the zipper.

“Please, please,” I begged, needing him to join me, needing him right where I was, on the brink of an agonisingly beautiful death. “Silas…”