Failed plan! Failed plan. It rattled in Silas’s ears like a bell, itched his nerves, and made him boil like hot water.
His plan was to make it work this time. To have Sia as his after showing the fucking video to elder James. He wants to have James’ approval.
But now that he’s watching the video all he could see is a fight scene and Sia’s fucking resistance.
All he could see is the blood oozing from his forehead and nose. Rage built inside him as he hoisted his hand and skim his fingers on his forehead that’s stitched.
When Lucas hit him from his back head, he landed his face on a sharp ledge of the glass wall and the glass spear through his skin.
Shooting to his feet, Silas tugged his laptop, making it flay across the floor and he howled. All the servants in his house scurried to safety.
Whenever Silas rages something will happen. His masochistic demeanor surfaces. The need to hear a woman cry beneath him as he rams her wall to placate his anger, his dark needs rises.
Running his hand through his hair, he paces down his kitchen and paused by the door, staring at the servants with dark eyes.
“Where is she!?” He roared.
Of course, Silas has one particular servant that remedies his urges. His masochistic urges and now he’s looking for her to appease his dark needs.
“Uh… sir, she went to the grocery store to buy…” The head servant trailed off.
A footfall echoes behind Silas and he whirled around and sighted the object of their discussion.
“Vera. Follow me.” He ordered.
With a dark smile hovering over her face, she dropped the grocery bags on the floor and walked in tow with Silas.
His leather scent soared in the air and in his wake, the servant feels her sex throbbing with liquid need.
Silas in a haste to remedy his hunger fluttered his room door wide open and shot into it, not bothering to slam it shut and the servant walked in, leaving the door open as well.
The order is left for Silas to spill out. Sometimes when his rage surfaces like this, he would want the whole servants in the building to hear Vera’s moan, cries, and plea for more, and by that he will his room door open.
When the rage isn’t in its altitude, he gives her a respectful fuck.
Silas instantly throws off his robe, his muscled arms flexes, and his abs rolls as he sucked in a breath of air. Standing in its glory is his silky creamy cock with his dark pubic hairs, adorning his monster cock.
Vera guzzled a huge breath. It has been a while since he had her. All his focus was on Sia but Sia not only allowed some stranger to hit him but she threw her out of the Monson group.
A taint to his reputation.
“On your knees.” He croaked and the servant, Vera, scrambled to obey.
She dropped to her haunches, in front of Silas’s monster cock.
“Open your watery mouth.” He ordered and the girl pried her mouth open, staring up at him and down to his sharp, pointed cock. “Now, spit on it.” He commanded.
With a dark grin, Silas dispersed the spittle around his cock, stroking it with care as images about Sia rivet his mind. Holding onto his cock, he slapped it on Vera’s face, making her jerk, ripples of delight flow down her spine.
Sliding his monster cock to her lips, he commanded, “Open your mouth.”
Eyes wide with expectation, heart jerking with joy, and hands quivering with longing, she part her mouth open and Silas shoved himself to her mouth.
Vera gagged as his monster cock, pulled her jaw apart, wiggling down to the base of her throat. Until fully sheathed, Silas let out a heavy sigh as Vera’s tongue skimmed the tip of his cock.
She began bobbing her head desperately as she sucked him clean, holding his balls in her palm, Vera clenched it earning a loud grunt from Silas.
“Fuck! Keep that speed!” Silas spilled a series of lewd words, sighing. Spearing his hands through her hair, he cupped the back of her head and tugged her closer to his cock, his faster thrust hit her neck making lewd sounds fly off her lips.
Vera pared his cock from her mouth, hunkering her mouth lower, she stuffed his balls into her mouth. With intense pleasure soaring through him, Silas bunched up his hips, feeling Vera gulp his balls like candies.
All Silas could see is Sia. How to make her his wife and his alone. Reaching her breasts, Silas pinched her nipples with half-closed eyes, deriving a jolt from Vera.
Silas pushed his cock deeper into her mouth as he soar close to his crescendo. A gust of warm liquid drizzled into Vera’s mouth.
Doffing his cock from her mouth, she panted heavily. As she was about to sprawl on the floor, Silas commanded.
“To the bed. And on your knees.”
Skittering to the king-sized bed, Vera got rid of her dress and landed on her fours, knowing what she’s about to receive.
Silas peered at Vera’s little, pink asshole and a dark giggle rumbled in his chest as he inched closer. Silas is an anal man. Rarely does he fuck Vera’s pussy except some days when the dark hunger in him takes a different turn.
Reaching for her asshole, he spat on it, smeared the content on her asshole and around her ass cheeks. Vera was grunting, smiles etched on her face. She wants Silas to bury himself inside her and give her all of him. Silas has trained her to be what she is. A masochistic and she’s enjoying every bit of it.
A sultry moan resounded in the room as Silas swat her asscheeks.
“Count down.” He murmured and began swatting both of her asscheeks. Ragged breath, bittersweet grunts, and moans vibrated from Vera. Her breasts flexes as Silas hit her ass.
When she count down to twenty, her ass cheeks already turn a shade of red and the pains reached a cusp where they mingled with pleasure. This is it. This is what Silas trained her to be and she loves it.
Spitting on his cock and on her hole again, Silas began dipping himself into her asshole, her body jerked terribly as Silas sheath himself inside her.
Giving her a second to take all of him in, he began moving, stroking her, thrusting her with urgency. Loud moans fly in the air. As he did it, he envisioned what it’ll be like to be inside Sia.
His lover.
His obsession.
Lucas hadn’t been himself after he left Sia’s office. One thought and the other ran through his mind.
Now, sitting on his apartment’s balcony, he stared at the starless sky while boozing on his martini.
Images of another man having his lover riveted his mind and ignited jealousy inside him.
He’s sad and angry that someone else had seen and felt how amazing Sia is. Someone other than him had made her moan and reach her crescendo.
Someone other than him have felt the feel of her fingers raking his hair as the pleasure choked her.
Every cell, every fissure inside Lucas is screaming in anger. For the past six years, he had only had sex with Danika four times. All those times he had Danika it was to impress her and her mother.
To prove a point. But whenever he’s Inside Danika all he could think about is Sia.
Sia occupied his thoughts.
‘Does she think of me when her husband touches her?’
‘Does she remember our intense moments together when he rams her?’
Lucas kept wondering, asking himself questions upon questions.
He wants Sia back. Call him desperate, he wants her back.
Into his arms and into his life.
But how? How will he approach her?
‘How many kids does she have?’ He asked himself.
But no matter how many kids she has he still loves her. A lot.
The big question that lies in Lucas’s head is, who is Silas to Sia that he keeps on tormenting her?