“I learned that one, too,” he said, pushing my chest as he lined himself with my pussy.
My nipples pressed against the cold metal, and I closed my eyes and sighed as pleasure sparked down my body. “I want you to scream for me,” he murmured, inching inside me slowly. “I want you to let everyone know you’re mine.” Silas bottomed out, and I bit my lip, suppressing a groan as he stretched me. “Let them know that only I can fuck you this good.” Another glorious thrust sent me forward, my breasts rocking harder against the metal, the low clinking of my piercings echoing off the balcony. Soon, my screams and moans would follow.
The lights had been turned off in the small space. Not that it made any difference to me, but even if anyone heard my cries, they wouldn’t know where in the high rise they were coming from.
“Oh…fuck, Si,” I whined, as every thrust sent my upper body farther over the edge of the railing. But I didn’t give a damn. I knew I was safe. As I held on for stability, my fingers wound around the thin pole, my eyes focused on the movement as the lights below us blurred together.
“Si, Si, Si… God, just like that.”
“Louder, baby.”
I let all flow out of me without restraint. Each delicious thrust saw me getting louder, my voice bouncing off the buildings around us. He smoothed his hand up the curve of my back and reached my throat. Silas and his big fucking hand grabbed all the way around and squeezed, cutting off my circulation but doubling the euphoria.
“I wish you could see how beautiful we look together. This pussy was made for me, Leni. You were made for me.”
I met each of his thrusts and cried out, his name flowing like a song from my lips.
Silas held my shoulder, sinking deep inside me, again and again, until I felt his hold tighten before his grunts and groans and loud fucks filled the night air, chasing the words I’d screamed just minutes before.
Tears welled in my eyes and spilled over. I swiped at them, but something was different. My throat felt hot and cramped, and my eyes stung as more tears rolled and broke off my face into the void below.
“Oh, God,” I muttered as my shoulders and lips shook uncontrollably. Silas was still recovering from his orgasm, but I felt him stiffen behind me, a gentle hand on my shoulder as he slipped out.
“Leni, love, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” he asked, whirling me around.
I bowed my head as a flood of emotion overtook me, pain searing hot through my heart and my knees weakening. I leaned into him and buried my head in his chest, sobbing like a baby.
“I don’t know what’s…wrong with me.”
He rubbed soothing circles on my back, pulled me closer, and walked me back into the suite. “I fucking hate I can’t hold you properly right now.”
I wanted to tell him his embrace was enough, but the words choked in my throat. Silas sat on the sofa, and I slipped into his lap, my head on his shoulder. It didn’t matter that we were both filthy. Our cum still slick down our legs.
“Let it out, Leni.”
And I did. I cried for what seemed like hours until my voice was raw, and my tears had crystallized. The imprint of grief on my heart was deep, leaving its mark as it moved through me. The horrific things I’d been through, been subjected to, and the depraved acts I’d committed came rushing forward, bursting from the dam I’d built around those memories and experiences.
I grieved for that young girl who’d lost her innocence, blood drenching her hands even before her high school graduation.
For my father.
God, my family. I was finally mourning their deaths.
Thirty-Five
SILAS
TWO WEEKS LATER
Our driver stepped out of a Rolls Royce Phantom, greeting me with a wide grin, and I shook my head at Santino’s knack for frivolously spending money.
“Morning,” he said, a little too chipper for the ungodly hour Leni had decided to book our flights. The sun was just starting to peek out from the horizon.
The older man in front of me, albeit in top shape for a man his age, offered to take my luggage after spotting the splint and bandage on my left hand.
“Morning,” I responded with a nod, sliding the bags in front of him.
“And the Missus?” he asked, cautiously peering around me.
