at the setup before he takes my hand and leads us out of the apartment, locking the door behind us.
The ride home is silent. I can’t stop seeing that bizarre shrine, the crazy photos, the words scrawled everywhere. Silas holds my hand the entire way, giving me time to process it all.
“She had work done on her face to look more like me,” I say as we enter my place. That’s really a whole other level of freaky. The more I think about it, the crazier it seems. She wants my life. I still don’t understand why. To be honest, it’s been a pretty boring one until Silas showed up and flipped my world over.
“No one could ever come close to looking like you, dreamgirl.” Silas brushes one of my curls out of my face. My insides melt. No one has ever made me feel sexy like he does.
“So what’s her plan? To kill me and take over my life?”
“Not happening,” Silas growls.
“I should have known something was wrong with her when she permed her hair to look like mine in college. No one wants this kind of hair.”
“I fucking love your hair.” He picks me up and carries me into the bedroom.
“What are you doing?”
He drops me on the bed. Okay, I know what he’s doing, but is now really the time for this? When he pulls his shirt off, I realize this is absolutely the right time. In fact I can’t think of a better time.
Silas’s body is perfect. He’s the hard to my soft. I’m finding that we balance each other well. I don’t think there’s another man out there that would find my little obsessions adorable. He does. He even helps me explore them.
“Going to take your mind off everything.” He leans down and grabs my yoga pants. With a tug, he pulls them off me. I dig my fingers into the bedding, wanting exactly what he’s promising. Wanting all of him.
“My clothes are always falling off when you’re around,” I say as he goes for my shirt next.
“And I love it.” He tosses my shirt and bra aside.
My heart flutters at the word love. Is that something we could have? Could Silas actually love me? The weird girl next door who has strange quirks and a murderer after her? I grab him and pull him down for a kiss. This might not be the right time, but there is no way I am dying a virgin.
19
Silas
She’s perfect, her curvy body laid out before me like an unopened gift. I want to wipe her mind clean, to take away her fear and worry and put pure pleasure in its place. She deserves this, and I intend to give her all I’ve got.
Dropping to my knees, I part her legs and drop leisurely, open-mouth kisses from her knees and higher. I delight in her smooth skin, the softness that no other man will ever feel, the perfection that lies at the juncture of her thighs.
Kissing higher, I smile against her as she grips the bed harder and lets out an “mmm” sound that sends Toby scurrying from the room.
“Good.” I kiss her wet curls. “He’s too young to witness all the filthy things I’m going to do to you.”
“Silas,” she hisses.
When I give her pussy a long kiss, my tongue darting along her slit, she arches, her body opening to me as I push her thighs apart.
Spreading her wide, I look at her glistening pink pussy, her lips like the petals of a rose, and her entrance in desperate need of my cock. But first, I need a taste. So I delve into her, my tongue pressing into her tight cunt as I keep her legs spread wide with my palms.
“Watch,” I say and hold her gaze as she gets onto her elbows. “Watch me, dreamgirl.” Her tits jiggle a little with each of her hard breaths, and her nipples are hard enough to cut glass. She’s a sex bomb, a fucking goddess with my tongue in her cunt.
I dive back down and lick all along her, teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue again and again as I ease my hand over and push a finger into her slick pussy.
Her moan is delicious, and I want more. So I add a finger and pulse inside her, finger fucking her as I lick her clit.
She watches me, her eyes on mine as I give her what she wants, focusing on that little nub until her