𝑾𝑰𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑫 𝑮𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑺

Chapter Five - The Rules

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Silas pov:

For the first time since I can remember I felt guilty.
Throughout my life I have felt many emotions but guilt hasn't been one of them, not even when I killed someone for the first time when I was 10.
I remember feeling the blade slip into the mans skin and the blood rushing out and onto my hands.
I remember watching the life drain out of his eyes and a smile creeping onto my face.

But for some reason the look on Celias face made me feel guilty. I felt like a monster ripping her away from her life, her family and her friends.
She was looking out of the car window with her brows furrowed and sadness in her eyes, I wanted nothing more than to take it all away but I couldn't.
We were stuck in this stupid arrangement together with no way out.

I had to remind myself that it wasn't my fault, I didn't want to get married, I didn't want a kid.
I didn't want this.
But out of the two of us I was the only one living at home with my family.

Celia had no one and it was eating away at me.

I drummed my thumb on the steering wheel as the car came to a stop in traffic.
My other hand itched to touch her thigh, I wanted to feel her skin under mine again but now wasn't the time.
I resulted in just putting it on the gear shift but noticed as Celias eyes followed my movement.

Her gaze lingered on my hand for a few moments until she noticed I had caught her staring.

God I wish I knew what was going on in her head right now.

She shuffled uncomfortably in her seat and I watched her shamelessly.
Celia was something else entirely, she was enchanting and she had captured me with her presence without even trying.
My eyes raked down her body from her round breasts to her full hips and her thick thighs.

Fuck.

My mind wandered to before in the kitchen, I remember as she trembled under my touch. I felt her come alive as I ran my hand across her stomach and down into her pants.
I mentally cursed my brother for cock blocking me, all I wanted was a taste and yet got nothing.

I was lost in my thoughts that i hadn't heard Celia speak.

"The traffic is moving." She muttered.

I cleared my throat and started up the car again, moving the gear shift and pressing my foot down onto the accelerator.
Celias eyes wandered back to my hand and I watched as she slyly licked her bottom lip.

"What's with you and hands?" I teased.

She looks startled by my question and turned to face the window.

"You have nice hands." She said quietly.

"Thank you." I chuckled and turned my attention onto the road.

We drove for a while until I pulled outside a small cafe in the city centre, I put the car in park and got out the car, walking around to open Celia's door but found that she was already out and walking into the cafe.

Her long legs strode confidently inside and I watched as every man and woman turned their head to stare at her, I don't blame them I was staring in awe too.
I followed behind her as she smiled at a young man who waved at her I don't take my eyes off of her as she greets the barista and places and order for a latte in perfect Italian.
She laughs at something the barista says and then waves at me to come over to her.

"Card." She holds her hand out expectantly.

I raise my eyebrows at her and scoff as she wiggles her fingers to try snd hurry me up.
I pull my black card out of my wallet and place it in her delicate hand.
Celia gives me a sarcastic smile and pays for her drink.
I expect her to hand me back my card but i inspect as she slides it into her pocket and walks off to a table by the large window.