Chapter Four

I waited for him to back down. Any second now Silas would laugh in my face or call my bluff. A man like him would never drop to his knees for anyone, especially not for me. 

Without a word he bent down, grabbed me around the thighs and lifted me clean off the floor. I let out a sharp sound of surprise as he threw me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. His arm locked tight around my legs. I could feel the hard muscle of his shoulder digging into my stomach.

"What the hell are you doing?" I hissed, gripping his suit jacket.

He ignored me and started walking. We moved fast down the hallway. A door opened. Cool air and the faint scent of fresh linen hit me as he carried me into a private suite he had clearly booked in advance. The bastard had planned this.

Silas kicked the door shut behind us and carried me straight to the large bed. He dropped me onto the soft mattress. I bounced once and pushed up on my elbows with a racing heart. He stood over me, he looked tall and commanding in that perfect black suit. 

Then he reached up and loosened his tie with slow, deliberate fingers. He pulled the silk free inch by inch, eyes locked on mine the entire time. The movement was so controlled, so confident, that it sent heat straight to my groin. Fuck, it was sexy. I hated how much I noticed the strong line of his neck and the way his Adam’s apple moved when he swallowed.

"Undress," he ordered, voice deep. "Take everything off and spread your legs for me."

I stared at him, my mouth went dry. My cock was already half hard from the way he had carried me and from that damn tie. "You are really going to do this? Get on your knees for me after everything? You hate me. I ruined your life back then. And now you want to suck the cock of the little prince who made you bark like a dog? Do not play games with me, Silas. If you start this, you better finish it like you mean it. I want to feel how desperate you really are."

A dark smile tugged at his lips. He began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the hard planes of his chest and those ridged six-pack abs I remembered too well.

"Let's stop talking," he said, voice rough with hunger. "Strip for me, Kai. Show me that body I’m about to pay for again. Spread those legs wide so I can see exactly what I am about to claim with my mouth. I am going to suck you so deep you forget your own name.”

He paused, then smiled and continued, “Then we can talk about the rest. But right now I want you naked and dripping for me. Be a good whore and obey."

His words hit like fuel on fire. My hands moved before I could think twice. I pulled off the tight black shirt and tossed it aside. My pants followed, then my underwear. I lay completely naked on the bed, my skin felt flushed hot under his stare. Slowly I opened my thighs, spreading them wide the way he wanted. Cool air touched my aching cock and balls. I felt exposed, vulnerable and far too turned on.

Silas watched every second. His eyes burned as they moved over my chest, down my stomach, and locked between my legs. He drank in the sight of me hard and leaking for him. Without breaking eye contact he dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed like it was the most natural thing in the world.

My breath caught.

He gripped my thighs and pulled me closer to the edge. Then he leaned in and took me into his mouth in one smooth motion. Wet heat surrounded me. His lips stretched tight around my cock as he sank down until I hit the back of his throat. No hesitation. No teasing. Just pure, hungry suction.

"Fuck," I groaned, head falling back.

He sucked me so fucking well. His tongue pressed flat along the underside before swirling around the head on every upstroke. He took me deep again and again, his throat relaxed to swallow around me. The wet sounds filled the room. 

One hand cupped my balls, rolling them gently while the other stroked the base he could not fit in his mouth. Every movement was confident and filthy, like he had imagined doing this for years.

I did not want it to feel this good. I wanted to stay detached. To use him the way he wanted to use me. But my hips started moving on their own, pushing deeper into that perfect heat. My fingers slid into his dark hair, gripping it tight. Silas moaned around my cock, the vibration shooting pleasure up my spine.

He pulled off for a second, his lips were shiny and swollen. "Look at me," he ordered.

I did. The sight of Silas Vane on his knees, handsome face flushed, mouth wet from sucking me, nearly made me come on the spot. He dove back down, sucking harder, faster. His head bobbed with purpose. Spit dripped down my shaft onto my balls. He took me so deep his nose pressed against my stomach and held there while his throat worked around me.

Pleasure built fast. My thighs shook. My abs tightened. I tried to hold back but he sucked me like he was starving for it. Like this was his reward after ten years of waiting.

"Silas... shit... I am close," I gasped.

He did not pull away. If anything he sucked harder, humming encouragement. His eyes flicked up to meet mine again and that look broke me.

I came with a broken moan, my hips jerked as I spilled down his throat. He swallowed every drop, his throat contracted around me, milking me until I had nothing left. Only then did he pull off slowly, licking his lips like he had enjoyed every second.

I laid there panting, staring at the ceiling, my body buzzed with aftershocks. I had wanted him gone from my life completely. Instead I had just come harder than I had in months because of his mouth.

I was still catching my breath when Silas rose from his knees. His eyes stayed dark with hunger as he climbed onto the bed. He grabbed my thighs and pushed them back toward my chest, folding me open. Two slick fingers pressed against my hole without warning and pushed inside.

"Fuck," I gasped.

He did not go slow. He fingered the living hell out of me. He gave me deep, rough strokes that stretched me fast and merciless. His fingers curled perfectly, hitting that spot inside over and over until my spent cock started twitching again. A third finger joined soon after, scissoring me open, pumping hard. Wet sounds filled the room as he worked me open. My back arched off the bed. Pleasure mixed with the sharp burn and I could not stop the moans spilling from my mouth.

"Look at you," he muttered, voice thick. "Taking my fingers like a greedy whore."

I was dripping around his hand, my hole clenched every time he drove back in. My thighs shook. Sweat rolled down my chest. He kept going, relentlessly, until I felt raw and desperate and dangerously close again.

Then he pulled his fingers out. I heard the sound of his belt and zipper. He freed his thick cock which was hard and leaking, and lined up against my entrance. The blunt head pushed against my hole, ready to thrust in.

"Wait," I choked out, pressing a hand against his stomach.

Silas paused, he was breathing hard, his eyes locked on mine. The tip of his cock still nudged my slick hole.

"The money," I said, voice shaky. "The one million I asked for earlier. Are you really going to give it to me?"

He leaned down until his face hovered inches from mine. His eyes burned with raw intensity.

"I am dead serious, Kai." 

He reached for his jacket on the floor, pulled out his phone, and unlocked it with his thumb. Without breaking eye contact he made a quick call.

"Transfer five million to this account. Right now." He read out my account details like he had them memorized. "Yes. Immediately."

My heart slammed against my ribs. Five million. On top of the one million I demanded.

Silas ended the call and switched to his banking app. His thumb moved across the screen. A notification pinged on my own phone on the bedside table. Then another.

I grabbed it with trembling fingers. The first transfer hit. Five million dollars. Then right after, another one million followed. Six million total. Just like that.

I stared at the screen, completely dumbfounded. The numbers blurred in front of my eyes. This was more money than I had seen in my entire life. Enough to free Theo completely. Enough to bury every debt and to change everything.

Silas took the phone from my weak hand and tossed it aside. He gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him again. His cock still rested heavy and hot against my hole.

"Let me fuck you," he said with a low and commanding voice. "Let me bury every inch inside you right now. This will be the last time. After tonight you walk away if you want. No more chasing. No more club. Deal?"

The words hung between us. My body ached for him. My hole fluttered around nothing, still wet from his fingers. Six million dollars sat in my account because of this man I swore I never wanted to see again.

I swallowed hard. My lips moved before my brain could catch up.

"Deal."