CAUGHT IN THE ACT

I couldn't explain how overwhelmed I was when the doctors told me that the tumor had been removed.

I had gone to the hospital immediately after I left Silas's house; it was 12:00 midnight. They started immediately and finished at 4:00 in the morning.

Emma had woken up hours later after the anesthetic had worn off. She still looked frail, her eyes were still yellow, but she spoke with life in her, and that gave me hope.

“Where did you get the money, Arthur?” She asked in a low tone.

I blinked. How could I tell her that I was married to a man?

Even if I could, that would be breaching the contract I had signed; I couldn't tell anyone. “I took out another loan,” I said as I stroked her blond hair off the sides of her face.

The doctors said she would have to stay seven more days so that they could watch her. I went out that day to clear all my debts and set myself free. But there was one issue: after clearing my debts, there was barely enough to send Emma back to school when she had fully recovered. She was now behind on her education.

I struggled not to think about it; I could always save up from my part-time job.

Now it was evening, and I had gone back to Silas’s house with my luggage in my hand. The man who had ushered me in the previous night showed me to my bedroom; it was directly opposite Silas's bedroom.

I looked around the beautifully furnished bedroom. It had a giant bed positioned in the middle, a desk on another side, and a flower vase on top to give the room color. Unlike the entire house, the room smelled of cinnamon.

I shut the door and placed my luggage on one end of the room.

After a long day, I had begun to stink of sweat. I instantly stripped my clothes off and tossed them on the bed, I then turned to the direction of the bathroom and began to walk towards it, but my feet suddenly froze as Silas's laughter echoed in my ears. It seemed to be coming from outside.

I slowly strolled to the window and slid the curtains open. I saw him standing in front of men in black suits; they all held a glass of champagne in their hands.

Silas wore a smile on his face as he listened to another man speak and burst into laughter again. I sighed and slid the curtains closed.

My gaze caught a mirror on my left. I turned to face it, observing my body. I had a six-pack, but not as defined as Silas’s. I had strong biceps and a big dick as well. But why do I look tiny in his presence?

As I drew closer to the mirror, I raked my fingers through my blond hair, pushing it to the back.

“You are married to a mafia boss,” I mumbled to myself. The reality had just begun to sink in. “The Silas Moretti.”

My mind reeled back to last night when I caught him masturbating. I tried to force the image out, but it wouldn't go away: his sweaty body, his biceps, his abs, his veiny six-inch dick—it all burned in my brain.

I finally turned to head to the bathroom. I stood under the shower head and let the cold water drip on my head and down my back.

My Adam's apple bobbed as the cold water ran against my nipples. I suddenly thought about the moment Silas had flicked my nipples.

I still couldn't explain what that sensation I had felt was.

As the water continued to rush against my nipples, I shut my eyes, struggling to stop thinking about him flicking me, but that was all I could think of. My breath slowly grew ragged.

I immediately reached for the shower switch and turned it off. Why did my body feel this way?

My nipples itched to be touched; I slowly reached for them.

Immediately, my fingers touched it, my dick hardened instantly.

This couldn't be because of Silas, right?

I'm a grown man with hormones; these things happen. I slowly slid my fingers against it. I had never masturbated touching my nipples before.

It grew more sensitive as I touched it; my nipples hardened.

I remembered Silas’s words: they indeed got hard when I got horny. I flicked my nipples faster each second, my chest heaved, and my lips parted, forming an O shape; my dick was itching to be touched now.

I felt shameless. How come I couldn't get the image of a man off my mind at a moment like this? I ran my fingers against my abs that were dripping with water; each stroke made me think of his well-defined abs.

Soon my hand firmly wrapped around my dick, and I slowly began to stroke it. “Oh…” I moaned.

I felt shameless. Sinful. Dirty. But I couldn't stop; it felt good, too good.

I placed one hand against the bathroom wall, the wet sound of my hand aggressively rubbing against my dick filled the place as I stroked it. “Fuck…fuck…fuck!...ugh,” a low, guttural growl escaped through lips through my jaw.

My dick throbbed, an electrifying sensation ran through my body, and instantly white, sticky cum shot out of me, scattering against the bathroom walls.

My loud, heavy breathing filled the bathroom. I flung my head back, “Fuck, Arthur…what did you just do?”

“You aren't as innocent as I thought,” Silas's voice came from behind me.

I spun in shock. “Fuck!”

He stood at the doorway of the bathroom. He had taken off his suit jacket, his black button-up shirt was rolled up his arms, and his dick was bulging through his black pants. My gaze quickly swept up. Why did I even stare at it?

His gaze narrowed, “If you were horny, you could have come to me, dear husband,” he said in a seductive voice.

My cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. I didn't hear him come in.

“I told you I'm not gay.”

He smirked, “Then why were you pleasuring yourself to me?”

My lips parted. How did he know? Wait…did I just admit to myself that it was for him? No…it can't be. “I wasn't,” I lied.

His eyes scanned my body and landed on my dick. “Cute.”

“Get out!” I barked, my voice laced with embarrassment.

“Relax, you saw me goon last night; it's only right that I watched you do it too.”

I marched towards his direction and pushed him off the doorway. “Leave!” I stepped out of the bathroom. “Don't come in here again.”

His hand suddenly wrapped around my neck. He pressed my back against the cold wall and drew his face closer to mine. “Now don't be feisty; if you want to get fucked, just say the word.”

His lips drew to my ear, “You know you want it.”

My blood rushed, and I instantly got hard again. It couldn't be because of his words, right?

His hand ran against my chest as he took a step back. “I came in here to tell you that you'll start your duty as my husband first thing in the morning. We have a meeting, and you have to be there. Don't forget, you have to pretend to be in love with me.”

“Of course,” I said in a low tone.

His gaze scanned me again, “Look sexy in whatever you wear, but not too sexy,” his voice dropped low as he said his next words, “or you'll regret it.”

With a smirk tugging on his lips, he turned around and walked out of the bedroom, shutting the do

or behind him with a gentle thud.

I looked down at my erect dick, “What did you get yourself into, Arthur?”