asked. The inner struggle I’m having with what’s right and what’s wrong has me tired out.
Everything that happened today plays back through my mind. It’s during this that the realization hits me. Regardless of what Silas has done up to this point, he saved my life. Who knows how far Trevor would have gone the next time he decided to hit me? We all know that I’d be dead if Silas hadn’t showed up at the coffee shop in time to stop Lindsay.
I feel him play with my hair as I start to drift off to sleep. “If I fall asleep, don’t kill anyone.”
“I’ll try my hardest. Can’t make any promises.”
I snort a laugh. “This isn't something to joke about.”
“I wasn't joking.” I lean up to look at Silas. He’s not. He really is a killer, and if someone tried to come in here and hurt me they would be dead next. That thought should not be hot. That’s what I tell myself anyway. But still I feel myself grow wet between my thighs.
“You don’t look like a killer.” No, he looks like a heartbreaker. Too handsome for everyone’s own good. And he’s obsessed with me. I’ll never understand that.
“You weren't scared of me when I entered the back of the bakery? I saw your eyes.” Yes, Silas looked like a different person at that moment. He’d come to kill. I’d seen it.
“I was scared but not of you,” I admit, letting out a sigh as I put my head back down on his chest. His hand strokes up and down my back, trying to soothe me.
“I should have put it all together sooner. I should have protected you better. For that, I’m sorry.” That is not what I expected him to be apologizing for. When I lift my head to look him in the eyes, I realize he’ll never apologize for doing something he thinks is in my best interest. I should be livid, but I want to forgive him. Not before I give him a hard time about the stalking, of course.
“So you’re not sorry for watching me on video or being obsessed with me?” I stare at him.
“No.”
“That’s it? No?”
“I won’t lie to you. I’m only sorry that it upsets you.”
“Okay, then if I tell you to go home are you going to watch me in the bathroom still? Knowing it upsets me?” I sit up, straddling him.
“The bathroom is a dangerous place. You live alone. If something were to happen, like if you fall, someone might not know for days.” His face is dead serious.
I burst into laughter. It’s just so ridiculous. Kind of sweet, too.
Silas grabs my hips and pushes me down. I gasp when I realize I’m pressed into his cock. “Maybe don’t giggle when you're riding my cock and we’re trying to talk.”
“Are you telling me what I can and can’t do?” I challenge, lifting my chin in defiance. He releases my hips and puts his hands behind his head as he stretches out beneath me.
“Don’t use your hotness against me. I’ve got more things to ask you.” I point my finger at him. He grabs it, leaning up he nips the end of it before kissing it and dropping it back down onto the bed. “Stop being cute too.”
“Ask away, love.”
I bite my lip, really liking him calling me that.
“You love me?”
“How could I not, dreamgirl? Look at you. There isn’t a thing about you that’s unlovable. Can you blame Lindsay for wanting to be you? There has bever been a more breathtaking creature to walk this earth.”
I feel my face heat more. This man is killing me with his words. I want to melt into a puddle.
“You really see me like that?” I dig my fingers into his shirt.
“Yes.”
“What am I going to do with you?” I let out a long sigh. “It’s not like I can break up with you. You’ll just sleep under my bed or something.”
“It’s a tight fit, but I’ve made it work before.”
I smack his chest.
“Think about it. Wouldn't it be good to have a man like me around? One that wants to worship you and keep away the crazies? Protect you.”
“Aren’t you one of the crazies?”
“Maybe I am, but I use it to my advantage. Helps me spot all the other crazies lurking around, trying to take you from me.”
“You make good points.” I push his shirt up, wanting to touch his skin.
“Are you really a computer software engineer?”
“Yes.”
“But you kill people?” I lift an