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I didn’t have time to question it too closely. Because at that moment, Silas was done letting me have my fun.

He brought a hand to my throat, pulled slightly back from me so he could look down at the way my tits bounced with the force of his thrusts, and then he took control.

His cock slammed in and out of me relentlessly, the grip on my throat squeezed tighter and tighter. And all I could do was laugh. The more he lost control, the more I wanted to laugh. Not because anything was funny. But it just felt so good. It felt so right. It felt… it felt like fuckingeverything.

Without thinking, I brought my hands to my chest, squeezing my tits, and Silas punished me with a hard slap around my cheeks. My eyes flew open, and he shook his head at me.

He wanted to watch.

I let go of my breasts, and he murmured a noise of approval. I lowered one hand between my legs, opening my pussy lips, and then locked eyes with him. He nodded once, giving me permission to play with my clit as he fucked me.

It didn’t feel wrong to need his permission to touch my own body. It felt right. It felt natural.

Everything about this just seemed to fit.

And the thought didn’t even scare me.

He picked up his movements, and I circled my clit faster. His eyes remained on my body the entire time—watching the way my tits bounced, scanning my face to make sure I was still on board.

He grabbed one of my legs and lifted it over his shoulder, holding my ankle to keep me in position, and leaned forward so his thrusts were deeper. Harder.

“Yes!” I gasped, already knowing I wasn’t going to last much longer. Already knowing that as good as this felt, as much as I wanted this to last forever, he was pushing me past the point of no return.

I clawed at his arm, dragging my fingernails down his skin until he was bleeding, and the pain just seemed to spur him on. His hand on my throat tightened, my vision started creeping into black, choked gargles were leaving my throat, and all the while that pressure built low in my stomach, that tightness coiled around my body.

I was there, so close, so fucking close—I had no idea how I was holding on to the edge for so long. My body was shaking and tense. My breathing was frantic. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst. And then Silas growled, and my orgasm slammed into me, finally throwing me off the cliff. My mouth fell open in a silent scream, my body flopped and I swear I blacked out for a moment.

In flashes of clarity, I saw Silas thrusting in and out of me. I heard him moaning. I felt my throat being squeezed almost dangerously. And then he was spilling inside me, and I remembered nothing else.

Chapter 33

The Flame

A few days went by, and Silas stayed by my side the majority of the time.

Whenever he wasn’t with me, he was always watching me on the cameras, making sure I was safe.

Safe from what, considering his home was a fortress, I couldn’t be sure. But I was beginning to recognise his paranoia where I was concerned. And I was so used to cameras at this point, it didn’t even occur to me to protest against them.

I stopped messaging Luca. Sure, I would have preferred to cut ties with him a bit cleaner. I hated that he could potentially think I’d pick up where we left off once I escaped here. It hurt Silas, though. That much was obvious. So I left the phone on my bedside table, exactly where Silas had placed it, and didn’t bother using it again.

What use did I have for it anyway?

Silas stopped wearing the mask whenever we were together in my room. If we were anywhere else in the manor, he had towear it, he had to have something to hide behind. But when it was just us two, alone together, the mask came off and he let me in.

We fell into an easy rhythm. I began to explore the house and the grounds on my own. Every inch of Silas’s property was heavily guarded, with thick, dense trees and bushes around the perimeter. I wasn’t going to be spotted here, and Silas knew I wasn’t planning on leaving, so he allowed me my freedom to come and go as I pleased, especially in the moments he needed to leave for whatever reason.

I did find it weird that I had never run into his grandfather during my explorations. I would have assumed I would see him—and if not him, at least some sign that he’d been around. I knew he smoked and Silas didn’t, so maybe even the lingering smell of ash, or a lighter left on a table. But there was nothing. When I’d asked Silas, he’d simply chuckled under his breath and gone back to massaging my legs for me whilst I watched Game of Thrones on my laptop. Which felt like another betrayal to Luca, since that had beenourthing, but it is what it is. I had to stop beating myself up over every detail and realise that life had moved on.

It was strange, and I’m sure some people may think I was crazy, but I was happy here. Silas and I didn’t have the most conventional relationship, but he cared for me. He attended to my every need. And he’d never once harmed me. That was more than some women could say—even if I was setting the bar ridiculously low for myself.

The only thing I wished for was for Silas to talk to me. I was dying to hear his voice. I’d heard muttered words enough times during sex to know that hecouldspeak, he was just choosing not to. And I had to hope that one day he would trust me enough with the last piece of himself.

It was on a Sunday that Silas disappeared. Almost a week to the day since he had first taken his mask off and revealed himself to me. As usual, he didn’t tell me he was going, and I had no idea when he would be back.

When he hadn’t returned by evening, I was mildly concerned. When he didn’t join me in bed, I was slightly panicking.

Logically, I knew this was normal. My dad had often disappeared for days on end. But it wasn’t normal forus. And that’s what was concerning.