5

I was playing with fire and I knew it. But a part of me always wanted to push it and see just how far we could take it. This elaborate plan. But the nagging voice in my head kept warning me to tread carefully; if not, I’d get burned by the same fire I was stroking. Maybe I should have listened to that voice and just…stopped while I was ahead. But I didn’t. I’ve always been a prideful person.

“Yeah, he left about an hour ago,” I answered his burning question. “He probably won’t be back until midnight,” I added.

“Good…” Silas hummed as his eyes dragged over my figure. We’ve barely done anything, but my skin felt all tingly. But in a good kind of way.

I knew Kyler wouldn’t be back until midnight because every Thursday and Saturday night, he played with his band at “The Rout,” some club downtown. He was like a mini rock star. Scratch that, he was one. And while Silas was the youngest COO at their father’s company, Kyler was the rock star who got to tour different countries with his band. Living the fucking dream. They were both doing relatively well for themselves.

It almost made me jealous…almost.

His last song, ‘Rock me baby’ already hit 100k streams on spottily in less than a month.

Well, Kyler aside…

Silas bridged the remaining gap between us, then pushed me down into the soft bed then crawled over me. His body hovered just inches over mine. I just wanted to run my fingers through his white hair, so I did. It was just as soft as it looked.

“That feels nice…” he hummed as he nudged my hand with his head. His warm minty breath tickled my nostrils. There was the faint smell of whiskey mixed in with his usual cologne and fresh breath, and my brows knitted together in a small frown.

“Have you been drinking?” I asked. He didn’t admit it outwardly, but from the way his lips curled into a knowing smile, it told me everything I needed to know. It wasn’t as though I was upset about him drinking. Sometimes I’d drink with him and Kyler, but I just didn’t like the idea of him drinking while he was working. Especially if he was drinking without me.

“Maybe just a little bit, Princess.”

“You know how I feel about you drinking on the job-” He didn’t even let me finish that sentence when his lips suddenly crashed into mine. It was messy, but not sloppy, desperate, but not greedy. The perfect blend of sinful addiction.

When Silas kissed me, I always had this warm feeling in my depths and I always wanted more. And for him, it was as though he wanted to savor every second of his lips against mine, like the very taste of me was something forbidden but irresistible.

But when Kyler and I kissed, it was like gasoline on an open fire. We were both stubborn, always wanting to dominate the other, but he has never been the kind to surrender easily.

Silas's hand slid up my body slowly while he continued to distract me with his lips. His right hand cupped one of my full tits through the flimsy fabric of my gown and squeezed. His hand movement was both relaxing and erotic. Turning me on more than I already was. A sharp gasp left my lips when he pinched the hardened tip of my nipple and he took the opportunity to explore the inside of my mouth with his tongue. His mouth was wet, warm, and tasted like mint and whiskey.

The heat was nothing compared to the fire Silas was igniting in me right now with every sinful touch. How could something so wrong feel so fucking right? “Silas-” a breathless moan escaped me as my arms went round his neck and I pulled him closer. I wanted him. Needed him. This was the best feeling ever, having his body pressed against mine while his bulge continued to grow and rub against my sensitive clit that was already excited.

When Silas finally pulled back my lips were throbbing and red, but we were both smiling like teenagers who just made out behind the bleachers after a game.

“I’m glad I get to come home to you, Lisa.” he smiled at me before leaning in to steal another kiss. But this one was soft as he trailed more against my jaw. I tilted my head when his lips brushed against my neck.

As an avid reader and daydreamer, of course, his words made me feel all giddy inside. But the feeling was certainly mutual. “You’re so cheesy, Silas.” I teased him.

To everyone else out there, Silas was the cold twin. Unlike Kyler who was the bad boy rock star who danced to his own tune, Silas was a calm genius who seldom cracked under pressure, and hardly ever showed any emotion that didn’t go beyond a sharp look of disapproval to those under him, or a light scoff whenever he saw incompetence. But in here, in my room, he was like a different man. I got to see him smile. I saw how he lusted over me. Every touch and every kiss was full of hunger. And when those red eyes that often intimidate others looked at me, my heart would flutter in my chest. I was the only one who got to see him like this, and that feeling alone was the hottest thing ever.

“Maybe I am, princess. I’m a bit drunk right now.” he chuckled softly as his lips connected to my neck again while his hands continued to explore the plains of my body through my dress. “I want you so bad, right now. Actually, I’ve been thinking about you all day Lisa. I couldn’t get the pictures of your naked body out of my head and all I could think about in my meeting was how I wanted to spread your legs and bury my dick so deep in you your womb won’t forget that feeling.”

Oh god, I wanted that so bad. For him to fuck me. I wouldn’t mind doing it in his office either. You have no idea how sexy it is for a guy like Silas Konstantino to talk dirty like this while he tells you just how much he wants you. I bit my bottom lip and smirked. I lace my fingers together as I spread my legs just a little bit wider to get his attention.

“You wanted me that bad?”

“You have no idea, Princess.” his voice was a smooth purr that vibrated in his chest. His hands continued to map a path down my body until he brushed against my thigh, then dragged upwards again, slowly inching towards my pussy.