Emperor of Destruction [EDITING]

xxxviii.

XXXVIII

Smut warning.

The moment we step into Silas' bedroom, his lips devours mine, practically assaulting it. I gasped and he took the opportunity to shove his tongue down my throat mercilessly. I push on his chest and he pulls me even closer, gripping my ass then smacking it. I gasped again, this time it was mixed with pleasure and pain. I never would've thought
I'd be into the whole rough play thing until I met him.

His hand snakes around my waist, slipping under my shirt and gripping the skin. I moan inside his mouth when his hand collided with my ass again, resulting in a loud slap that bounced off the walls.

I pulled away, leaving a string of saliva connecting from both of our mouths. The only sounds in the room was our panting.

I wrapped my hand around his neck. I look at him dead in the eye. "Fuck me." I caught my breath. "I want you to fuck me." I hated being so needy in front of him. It made me feel pathetic.

But in this scenario, I didn't care. I wanted him and I wanted him now. No one else could ever compare.

"Nuh-uh." He tsked. His eyes held a mischievous glint behind them. My heart dropped. No? "You think I'm gonna reward your pussy with an orgasm after you lied to me?"

"Silas, I didn't mean to."

"But you did." His eyes narrowed and I instinctively stepped back. Did he just bring me up here to torture me? I thought I was getting dick, not a lecture.

He inched closer, pining me with a glare. I stepped back until I couldn't anymore. My foot hit the bed stand and I found myself falling on my back on his bed.

Silas pinned my arms down when I tried getting up. His huge body hovers over me and suddenly I feel like I entered a trance just by fixating my gaze on his beauty. Was it possible for a boy to be so beautiful, or was he something else?

He stares into my eyes and I stare into his. He looked perplexed between if he wants to kill or fuck me. I pray it's the latter. His eyes move to my chest. I followed his gaze, realizing two buttons on my collar popped. My black lace bra was on display for his eyes only.

I tried diverting his attention, "We need to ta–oh God!" My head shot back and I moaned when he took my nipple in his mouth. He worked on the sensitive skin, nipping and biting on my stud. I bit down on my bottom lip, watching as he played with the other one, before switching. He's experienced to a fault. He obviously had practice, but how many girls could be counted as practice?

He finally releases my breast from his mouth. My chest moves up and down as I catch my breath. He didn't mean to make it feel good but it did. Anything involved with him felt good.

"Silas.." I whispered, reaching for his face. He slaps my hand away and stands up, plopping himself on the chair across his room. I tilt my head in confusion, "What are you doing?" Fuck me already.