Page 159 of The Addict

“Silas?” I asked softly, actually finding myself a bit worried.

There was a quick shuffle as Silas took a step back. I unthinkingly reached out. “W-Where did you go?”

Silas’s command reverberated around the cramped room. “Don’t move.”

His voice came from below me now, and it took me a split second to understand that he was on his knees. His strong hands dug into my hips.

“What the hell–” I exclaimed.

I staggered backwards, tumbling into all of the junk that was loaded into the closet. Several items flew off one of the top shelves, clattering to the ground, making a shitload of noise. The closet wasn’t as big as I thought.

“Easy,” Silas quietly mocked, obviously amused by my reaction. He forced me back against a cluttered wall of God knows what.

I could feel his breath through the thin material of my shirt. I’ll be damned if this was going to happen right now. He took hold of my hips again, and I nearly had a full-blown panic attack.

“What are you doing, Silas?” I squirmed in his grasp.

Silas scoffed. “Put two and two together. I’m on my knees for you. What do you think I’m doing?”

I wanted to scream. Was he serious? In the closet?

“My whole family is right out—”

“Screw them.”

Silas’s fingers ghosted along underneath my shirt, finding their way to my belt and loosening it. I could feel my cock twitching in response. I was unable to stop the rush of heat there.

My arms shot down to try and stop his prying hands from stripping away my means of cover. “Silas, s-s-stop.” My voice betrayed me.

Silas rose to his feet, and I could feel a breath of relief escape me.

“Kiss me,” he demanded.

“What?” This interaction was so fucking confusing. Just what did Silas want from me?

He didn’t wait for me to abide by his request. Our mouths were once again interlocking, this disheveled indulgence getting the better of my conscience. Knowing what he wanted to do with that tongue drove me wild.

Silas’s hands swathed over mine, bringing them upward until my arms were pinned above my head. Using one hand, Silas held my wrists stationary, and using the other he loosened my tie and shirt, exposing part of my throat.

I was attempting to remain calm, but waiting to see what Silas would do with me next caused excitement to ripple through me without my control. Silas’s hand trailed down my side and then vanished. Before I could think twice about it, lips were at my neck, sucking my skin.

“Do you know what the greatest thing about your family is?” Silas questioned as he nuzzled me.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Everyone is basically on the police force,” he nipped at my ear, his grip on my wrists tightening.

I was puzzled, thinking that was the very trait he hated about my family. “What’s so great about that?”

Click.

Silas grinned widely against my flesh. “It is so easy to find a pair of handcuffs.”

I sucked in a breath. Son of a bitch.

Silas had handcuffed my right hand to the closet rod above us. As I stood there, absolutely dumbfounded that he shackled me in my own house, to the closet I brought him to, he nonchalantly proceeded in lowering my pants past my hips.

“Silas, what do you want? Just tell me and I’ll—”