“Silas!” Sia called out, tears stinging her eyes as Silas’s hands gripped her neck, dragging breaths out of her lungs. She hit his arms but he refused to let go.
“You’re mine yet you fuck another man…” He said, swinging her toward the bed.
Sia’s back hit the soft foam with a loud thud and Silas towered over her, not letting go of his hold on her neck.
Her tears began to roll down, wetting her already parched lips.
“I’ve been patient enough with you, Sia. But you dare suck someone else’s dick. You let someone insert
his cock into your pussy?” He howled.
Sia saw the fire in his eyes and heard the hurt in his voice. To hell with Silas.
He claims to obsessed with her yet he hurts her?
Even if he wants her
she can never want him back because he’s evil.
“You son…of a bitch.” Sia gushed, matching his blazing glare with her hateful gaze. “I’ll always let many men with good cock fuck me but you. What can you offer?” She asked, wheezing for air.
“Sia…” Silas threatened
but Sia ignored him.
“You’re evil. And your cock is the worst thing that’s ever been inside me. I hate you so much, Silas.” She cussed.
Her spiteful words made Silas wrinkle his nose as his hands tightened on her neck. “You call it abuse but moans whenever I’m pounding inside you, slut.” He said, a grin splitting his lips apart.
“I never moaned in pleasure. I moaned in pains, Silas. You inflicted nothing but pains on me.” She spat. “You’re so shameless forcing yourself on your brother’s wife.”
A loud cackle sieved from Silas’s mouth. “Whenever I want something, I fucking go for it. You’re mine and I’ll always have my way with you.” Silas hummed in anger.
Before Sia could respond, Silas already hunkered low and squished his lips on Sia’s. A wail bounces off her. Sia struggled to duck from his grip.
She strategically bit on his lips. Feeling the stings, Silas pulled off as blood rushes out of his lips.
“How dare you!” He hollered, sending his lips across hers again, blood oozed melding with Sia’s saliva.
She kicked him at his back but rage made Silas forget going through his gentle ways on winning Sia back.
Lucas strutted to the room with a tray of souffle and salad with a cup of tea with a wide smile playing on his lips. He contemplated whether Sia would love the taste of the food.
When he inched closer to the door of the room, flung open, Lucas heard muffled wails of Sia.
The tray slipped off his hands and dashed on the floor as he beheld another man smashing his lips on Sia’s.
“Fuck!” He cussed.
The crashing of the tray across the floor and the curse that sprang off Lucas’s lips made Silas let go of Sia.
Directing his eyes to the door, he beheld Lucas. Recognition hits their faces.
Silas flexes his jaw angrily as he traded his eyes between Sia and Lucas.
On the other hand, Lucas felt a bolt of rage rumble through him.
“You!” They both yelled in unison.
Sia used that opportunity to edge away from Silas.
Blood smeared across her face. Tears rushed down her cheeks.
“The fuck!” Silas snapped, traveling his eyes back at Sia. “So he’s the one you fucked? The shit guy who hit me? Damn….” He balled his hands into fist, aiming it at Sia.
Before Silas could land the blow on her face, Lucas arrested the collar of his shirt and tugged him backward. Gathering his fist in a ball, he swiped it across Silas’s face.
“You dare not touch her.” Lucas howled.
Sliding across the dresser, Silas blared a howl when his back hit a sharp, pointed edge. Pains crept to the edge of Silas’s veins.
Sia curled her naked body to the edge of the bed, horror veiling her vision as blood effused from Silas’s back. Sia’s happy having someone fight for her.
For years she’s been looking to have someone that’ll fight for her without having to look at Silas’s background or what he could do and now, Lucas is doing it for her. He’s fighting the almighty Silas Monson.
Lucas chooses her over the repercussion he could face after hitting Silas.
Edging closer to Silas in his pool of blood, Lucas gripped his collar again, pulled him up, and fired, “no one has the fucking right to force themselves on her. Not even you.”
As soon as the words exited Lucas’s lips, he head-butted Silas. A wave of dizziness rolled through Silas.
He staggered backward, spared Sia a quick glance, and lunged toward Lucas in recalculated steps, pummeling his face with Sia’s phone stand he cunningly picked up from the vanity.
sharp pang of pains smacked Lucas, blood dripped from his head, down to his face.
“Lucas!” Sia called out, surprise darkening her features. Her eyes moved over to Silas and he already fisted the knife on her vanity, aiming it at Lucas again.
Sia squealed Lucas’s name, aiding him to dodge Silas’s attack.
“Stop it, Silas. You’re so evil.” She said amid tears but Silas didn’t stop. The dark side of him already took over. The urge to smell Lucas’s blood, to see him wail in pain has enveloped his rational senses.
Whenever he lunges forward with the knife, Lucas would sidle away. Sia squealed, fear gripped her at the prospect of Silas killing Lucas here.
She tried to get ahold of her phone and put the police on call but she couldn’t see it anywhere closer. She hugged her knees, shedding uncontrollable tears.
Lucas swung his leg across the floor to Silas’s feet, throwing him off balance. Unable to steady himself on his feet, Silas slumped disastrously to the floor with a loud thud. Lucas lunged toward him and straddle him, sprinkling blows on his face with all his might.
Silas’s face turned bloody. His teeth were painted with red and his cheeks swelled with marks of Lucas’s fist imprinted on it. He struggled to catch his breath but with every attempt, he receives extra blows and punches.
Silas thought he was about to lose his life. On the other hand, Lucas hit Silas with utter hatred. He hates the fact that whenever he sees Silas, he’s always trying to force himself on Sia.
“Fuck you…” Silas cursed as Lucas dragged him to his feet, aiming to send him away from the villa.
“Sia…” Silas called as Lucas dragged him away from the pool. Sia’s panic attack already started to creep in. Her vision is slowly turning blurry and her breath seized in her lungs, unable to stream freely through her.
“You’ll pay for this!” Silas threatened.
He tumbled on the staircase as Lucas nudged him downstairs, toward the gate.
“You can’t do anything to harm Sia. I’m here to always protect her.” Lucas said by the time they assembled by the gate.
“She already crossed the boundary…” Silas murmured and stormed out. Lucas slammed the gate shut and scanned the blisters on his knuckles.
Staggering back to the room, he searched for Sia’s anti-anxiety
drugs and handed it to her and she guzzled it.
When she recollected herself enough to speak, she throw her arms around Lucas, imprisoning him in her embrace.
“Who is he to you?” Lucas asked, searching Sia’s eyes.
Regarding Lucas from over her lashes, she said. “Silas Monson. My husband’s step-step-brother. He’s
obsessed with me.”
Lucas bulged his eyes at Sia, shocked at the news. A brother-in-law, insanely obsessed with his brother’s wife? He asked himself amid the silence that followed Sia’s words.