Caim

- Chapter 52 -

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Silas

"Oh my gosh," Réli yanks me into the car as soon as I open the door. She examines me, her hands running up and down my body searching for injures.

She pauses. "You did it, right?" I assume she is referring to Marco, so I nod. A long heavy breath falls out of her mouth.

I can practically see the relief lift off her shoulders. "Hey," I say an I take her face into my hand. "I promise to you I will never allow anyone to hurt you again. Nessun uomo metterà le mani su di te,"

( no man will lay his hands on you )

Aurélia

Gosh damnit. My face screws up as I hit the giant boot of mine against the counter. A slight giggle comes from Silas who's sitting in front of me.

"Don't make me punish you," I threaten. He looks at me amused. As he stands and walks toward me, I realize the way I worded my sentence.

My cheeks heat as he stands in front of me. "See, you can't threaten me with punishment, I'd enjoy that." His hands hold my hips, by back pressing against the counter as his waist pushes against mine.

"Silas, there's no reason to have your gun on you in the house," I scold as I feel it press against my stomach.

He looks down confused. "I don't my gun on me Tesoro mia." He smirks. "What's this then?" He whines as I grab whatever's in his pants.

"That would be my dick Principessa," my hand quickly releases its grip, I move back even farther against the counter. my face must be red at this point. Stupide.

"You seem so flustered mama, it's not like you haven't held it before." His head moves closer to mine, our faces nearly touching.

"You know what Marco said before I killed him?" Silas asks. "Hm?" I mumble. "He was going on and on about how you love him, more than me." His hand rubs my face gently.

Love? I don't know if I ever loved Marco, he was a good person, or so I thought. He was safety, he was love, but did I love him? Probably not. Then again, I'm just going off memories I once forgot.

Silas though, he may be safety, he maybe he love, but he's so much more. He's caring, attentive, smart, he's mine. Him, I love. "No way I could ever love him more than you, that's if I had ever loved him." I stated.

My eyes meet his. Those gray-green eyes, gazing right back at mine. I lean into him, kissing him slowly, thoughtfully.

I feel his tongue deep in my mouth, I relax as I follow his lead. His hands find my face, holding me in place as he goes all in.

His face moves erotically against mine, his teeth tugging at my bottom lip. He moves to separate our lips, but I pull him back in desperate to keep the moment going.

A chuckle rings through his throat as he pulls his face away from mine. "You're so desperate for me, aren't you?"

My face is hot, matching my annoyance with him. "You're an asshole, you just wanted to make me flustered." I push him away.