Sia’s jaw taut with jealousy when she heard the news this morning about Lucas’s marriage.
She acted so weird, despite being sick. She immersed herself in work, trying to wash away thoughts about him roving her mind. What’s happening to her?
She’s not supposed to feel anything at all about this marriage. She’s certain all she feels is nothing but hatred but why?
Why is she suddenly worried that he’s getting married?
Not just that…but he’s getting married to Danika. Besides whose child is Danika? She bluffs and prides herself a lot about being the daughter of one of the richest women in the state but she fucking doesn’t know who her mother is.
She doesn’t really want to know. She doesn’t want to concern herself in matters about Lucas…a lover turned enemy.
But the concern…or series of emotions is growing inside her like a tree.
Since Lucas expressed his concern about her safety, there was a shift of emotion inside her. It was as if the wall she built in her heart cracked.
Cracked but didn’t fall.
She doesn’t know if that’s part of the reason she halted Jake from taking her in his apartment.
No…Sia doesn’t want to acclaim such. Lucas has nothing to do with the kissing session she ended with Jake the last time
He doesn’t mean a thing to her…except being the man she hates with every air seeping outta her lungs.
Right now, she settled in her living room, Fur huddled on her lap and Sia spears her fingers through Fur’s hair while watching the news with ardent concentration to figure out how Lucas’s wedding boiled down.
To see the man donning a three-piece suit, smiling and settling into different poses as he takes pictures with his wife, Danika.
However, the news swimming the TV is a stark contrast to Sia’s imagination.
Sia heard the reporters spilling how the wedding came to a halt because the groom didn’t appear at the altar. They went as far as displaying pictures of Lucas lying on a hospital gurney with a sling and Band-Aid affixed on his body.
Sia’s heart surged when she read that the cause of his condition was as a result of an attack in his house. The concern brewing inside Sia made her almost reach for her phone and place him on a call.
Though Sia decided against that. There’s no way she’ll stoop as low as calling Lucas. She hates him regardless of how her body disagrees with her mind.
An ambush of flashback races through her mind and she remembered the events of six years ago. The outright rejection. His words that darkened her world despite it being what that illuminated it initially.
She can’t just push all those aside just because of the smidge of concern he showed about her safety.
What if it’s all a pretense? A means to get under her pants? Well, she wouldn’t mind him getting under her pants again. Their wild night still holds residence in her mind, needless to say.
Stuffing her mouth with her popcorn and snaking her fingers through Fur’s hairs, Sia immersed herself in the delicious touches of Lucas around her body the night they had one night stand. The sweetness of his warm lips on her nipples and the way his mouth slurped on her pussy, sucking and drinking her cum like it was his digestif.
The thoughts of it shot arrows of need down her sex. She could feel her thong drenching and her nipples needling the silk fabric of her negligee.
As the growing, unrestrained need liquefied her pussy, Sia reached for her nipples and scrunched them through her silky peignoir.
A wave of hunger swum through her and the urge to orgasm rippled down her sex. Her waters dampened her thong down to her negligee.
Thankfully, the servants are not hovering around, so no one can see her.
Dipping her finger into her thong, she twirled it around her clammy opening and a whimper vibrated in her chest.
What the fuck is she doing? Letting the thought of her heated session with Lucas a month ago trigger a need inside her?
“Never pegged you as the naughty type, love.”
A startled groan left Sia’s lips and she doff her fingers from her aching pussy at the sound of Silas’s voice.
She whipped around and saw the devil standing two feet away from her with a cocky smirk on his face.
“What…when did you get here?” She stammered, ditching his gaze.
Rounding the couch, Silas flunk down next to Sia and charmed her a derisive smile.
“Quite some time.” He crooned, peering at the erect, pebbled nipples poking from Sia’s nightgown. “I enjoyed the scene I saw.”
Raising his fingers he reached for the nipples that are staring intently at him. Sia drew backward when his hand almost touch her throbbing nipple.
“Don’t you dare.” She warned.
Fuck. She hates that Silas’s presence has shelved her hunger in the recesses of her mind. Now, she’s facing her enemy. And she needs to wise up.
“Why are you here?” She bites out, boring her eyes to his as her resolve swelled.
Letting out a light chuckle, Silas sank his hand into the pocket of his suit and brought out a red, velvety box.
Looking at Sia, he handed it to her.
Bringing her eyes down to his hand, she caught a glimpse of the box he’s handing her. Her face scrunched up in curiosity.
“What’s that? And why are you giving it to me?” She questioned.
Silas flipped the box open and a ruby diamond ring shimmered in Sia’s eyes. The ring emitted sparks as the light in the room shone on it.
Sia doesn’t understand why he brought a ring to her.
“Why? Why are you giving me that?” She probed.
Silas lifted the ring and held it firmly, “Marry me, Sia. Let’s build a new Monson family together. Let’s rule this country and this family, with you as my wife and I as your husband. Then our kids as our heirs.”
Without waiting for a word, he slipped the ring on Sia’s ring finger, dabbing his lips on it.
Sia found it hard to process what just skittered outta his mouth and she sat transfixed, watching him kissing her knuckles.
Silas…kissing her knuckles!
With a hitching breath, Silas raised his eyes and all Sia could see is a dark need. The hunger to possess her. His yearn to have her and make her his.
The look emitting from his eyes sent a spear of fear to Sia’s body.
She can see the willingness to make her suffer if she doesn’t accept this.
She knows Silas…nothing about him is gentle. Nothing about him is good.
He’s evil because he’s the devil.
What will he do if she doesn’t accept him? She can’t accept him.
Her worst enemy? Never.
Never will she allow this power thirst devil to conquer her. She knows his reasons for taking these measures. He doesn’t want her to emerge as the ruler of the family. He wants to claim her before her debutante so she wouldn’t be viewed as the ruler of the Monson family.
Silas wants power. Silas wants fame.
Silas wants to be the one who commands respect.
“The first time I saw you, I wanted you. My obsession for you blasted like a firestorm. So combustible that I couldn’t stand it when Monson lays I finger on you. I want you for myself, Sia.” The hoarse words sent ripples of shiver down her spine.
Silas is obsessed with her.
“Don’t say no, love. We have to do this.”
Sia’s mind was still in the mode of processing the scene, words and expression on his face when she felt cold lips meet hers in a crushing kiss.
Silas plundered her mouth with his, biting her lips, wanting to claim her.
Sia instantly recollected herself. Her senses slammed back, pulling her awake.
She swung her hands on his hair and tugged it. A wail of anguish bubbles through Silas’s mouth as Sia’s pull on his hair sent a surge of pain through him.
Before blinking twice, Sia’s fist landed on his face.
She clutched the ring and threw it on his face.
“Kudos, Silas.” She clapped her hands. “Nice try.” She mused, the corners of her lips lifted up. “Now leave. This minute.”
With a chortle leaving his lips, Silas got up and picked up the ring. Staring at it he said. “You reject my proposal tonight but one day I’ll put it in your fingers. You won’t have the balls to say a word.”
As he turned to leave Sia snapped. “Soon the whole state will have my name on the seam of their lips. They’ll know I’m the new ruler. In a matter of days, you’ll see it.”
Silas shot her a death glare and whisked away.