Page 49 of The Addict

Silas stopped, his fingers freezing just beneath my eyes.

I angled his chin upwards with my thumb and forefinger. “Why the sudden compassion?”

He stared at me dumbfounded. “You were practically sobbing!”

I felt my pupils dilating. I knocked his hands away. I could think of a specific occasion when crying, pleading and begging meant nothing to Silas Thorne. “So was she.”

Silence.

“Were you going to stop for her?”

Silas’s breath began to steady, and we never lost eye contact. Another small bead of sweat dripped from his forehead on mine, and his lips finally curved upwards into a sly smile.

“No,” he confirmed, knowing exactly who I was referring to.

“...a monster.”

“You’re a monster,” I hissed, and at the word “monster” I could feel Silas push his still hardened length deeper into me. I gasped.

Silas’s eyes shone. “And you fucking love it.”

I felt light again, like when my drugs hit just right. He was right. I fucking loved it.

“Would you want me to change then, hm?” he questioned, forehead knocking gently into mine. His hair was matted against the sides of his face, some of the longer pieces dipping down into my line of vision.

“Not even,” I answered him honestly, brushing his hair back. I could feel him tense.

I was used to monsters.

Suddenly, a question formed in my head. “Would you change? If I wanted you to?”

Silas grinned, “Not a chance.”

I knew that I was addicted to his games at this point. This pain Silas caused, this selfish person who only cared about his own desires—why the fuck did I want him so badly? This man admitted with a straight face that he had absolutely no remorse for what he did to an innocent person like Delane, and in response, my cock pulsed with need.

My official Noah Hansen Motto started ringing in my ears: Who cares what it looks like on the inside?

“Where were we?” I pondered, noticing our position. The memory had finally been banished to the depths of my psyche once again, and I was ready to pick up where we had left off.

“We were at the part where I asked you why the hell you started to cry,” Silas answered with a snap, propping himself on his elbows to glower at me.

I rolled my hips, earning a hiss of satisfaction from him. “Don’t ask me anymore.”

His thumbs dug into my cheek bones. “Noah…” he rumbled.

“I’ll tell you after you satisfy me,” I demanded, leaning up to take advantage of his lips. It was a lie and I knew it. By the time we were done with each other, he wouldn’t care anymore. The taste on his tongue was sweeter this time around.

Silas eased back, uncertain. “If you want me to stop–”

“Ah, shit, just fuck me and shut up!”

He began at a slow pace, saying nothing more. This hadn’t existed before. Silas was taking his time with me now, unlike before when he was relentless. A savage.

The feeling was the same nonetheless and I shut my eyes from the waves of pressure and pleasure combined. It was exquisite. I felt suspended between my past and reality. Sex always seemed to do that to me. It would take me back, back to that face and those unwanted hands.

In the dark. Where the real monster resided.

“Hah, daddy loves you...”