Page 12 of A Game of Survival

“Are you working with Ronan? Has Cole betrayed us!?” Linc hisses at him, desperate for answers. He releases his hold on Enzo’s neck only slightly, eliciting a desperate gasp for air as beads of sweat streak down across Enzo’s face.

“I haven't heard from Cole since before Teddy was taken, I swear. And I wouldn't work with that filth, take my tongue but I am telling you the truth!” Enzo states. “If Cole has turned, he’s as dead to me as he is to you.” The room falls silent besides Enzo’s heavy breathing. The air tense with what should be decided. I share a momentary glance with Linc and lower my gun. If there’s anybody that’s going to be able to tell if he’s lying, it’s going to be Lincoln. The man owns a casino for christ sake. He can read a man’stellfrom a mile away, so I am entrusting this decision over to him.

“You better not be lying to me Enzo, because so help me God, I will take more than just your fucking tongue if you are!” Linc snarls before shoving Enzo roughly against the wall, grabbing the lamp nearest to him and smacking it into the side of Enzo’s head, knocking him out cold and breaking the lamp into several pieces. Enzo’s body slumps forward as a gush of blood soaks into his hair and to my surprise, Linc catches him before he hits the ground. If it were me, I’d have let him fucking drop, maybe kicked him while he was there too.

“Get him to the club, I’m not finished with him.” Linc orders Dario, shoving him over into Dario’s chest where he quickly hoists him up over his shoulder and moves to leave the room, but not before he turns back around. “I wouldn’t go in there unprepared, Boss. She looked deadly pointing that gun at me. I thought I was a goner,” he adds, tipping his chin towards Teddy’s bedroom.

“Thanks Dario, we’ve got it from here.” I nod, waving him out dismissively. The thought of Lucille with a gun in her hand both angers me and scares me, the mere thought of her putting herself in such a dangerous situation that she needed to find a weapon to protect herself sends a deathly shiver throughout my body and I fucking hate it. But also, the thought of my brave but disobedient little light wielding a gun at my men has my cock growing solid, twitching against my zipper and it takes all of my self restraint to grit my teeth and try to ignore it. “Let’s go.” I all but growl as Linc and I head towards the bedroom, startled only to find the door locked.

“Not today!” I grunt as I use all of my pent up rage and frustration to kick down the locked door, not only did she put herself in a dangerous situation but she locked herself in a room with a potential threat, too. I have already wasted enough time on Enzo, I will not be kept from her a moment longer. I need to make sure she’s safe, and the only way to do that is to have her back in my arms, and then I can punish her for her stupidity.

I kick my foot into the solid wood and as the door hits the ground, my eyes snap towards the enemy, Max Costello, sitting on the edge of Teddy’s bed holding onto Lucille’s hands. Blood red anger instantly clouds my vision, and I dive forwards. I’m unaware of what I’m doing until her screams break through my fiery haze and all I can hear is the sound of her voice begging me to stop.

“STOP IT SILAS, STOP HURTING HIM, HE'S INNOCENT. PLEASE SILAS, STOP.”

My breathing comes fast and heavy as I blink myself back to the present, my fists still tightly gripping the front of Max’s shirt as he lies motionless beneath me. I shake my head. I crossed the entire room and almost beat him to death and don’t even remember stepping through the door. Fuck. I bring my eyes to Lucille’s and the horrified expression makes my heart lurch. I have to look away. Max shifts slightly beneath me bringing my attention back down to him and my anger returns.

“Were you involved in Teddy's kidnapping?” I snarl lifting the top half of his body off the floor, he groans at the sudden movement but doesn’t respond to my question. I lean his wrecked frame against the bed and inspect him closer, his face and body is covered with bruises that look already a few days old, and wounds that look like they are sure to scar. His lip and eyebrow are bleeding from my assault and his shirt is saturated in blood, both old and fresh. He looks like hell, like if he were any ordinary Joe, whatever he’s been through would be sure to have killed him and I almost feel sorry for him as he clearly struggles to breathe without it causing him too much pain. But then I remember that Teddy was taken while in his care and I feel like he deserved worse than what he was dealt.

Max is yet to open his eyes, but his face is laced with pain, his features are unforgiving as he whispers so low I barely catch it. “I would lay my life down for that boy. I had no part in my fathers sick and twisted delusions.” I suck in a breath as his confession about his father hits me.

“If that were true, Costello, then you would be dead. And the only reason I am not going to kill you now myself, is because of that angel behind me. She is the reason you live to see another day, stronzo.” I snarl, removing myself from the floor before turning to face Lucille.

“Linc, take Mr Costello to the Club, he will join Enzo in answering our many, many questions.” I instruct, rolling the sleeves of my shirt up and wiping the blood from my knuckles. Lincoln hesitates momentarily, obviously noting the tension between Lucille and I before he walks in and grabs Max, hauling him up over his shoulders, but before he leaves the room the silent threat he gives me to be gentle with our girl is not something that goes unnoticed. I nod my understanding, not daring to look away from Lucille for a moment longer than completely necessary. She locked herself in this room with someone that might have meant her harm, and she can argue that he might be her brother but she is my world and I vow to keep her safe from anyone who is a threat to her, be they blood or not.

As soon as the sound of the front door shutting snaps through the room, Lucille’s whole demeanor snaps with it and she immediately releases her anger onto me.

“Silas, how could you do that to him? He’s my brother! You almost killed him. He meant no harm to me, you’re an animal!” she rages at me, flying towards me with her fists raised. Before I know what I'm doing I grab her hands and push her against the wall. She squeals as I pin her hands above her and use my hips to keep her still. Fuck, I’ve waited long enough, la mia luce needs to be taught a lesson. Capturing her mouth with mine, I force my tongue between her lips where I instantly feel her own fighting against me, her sharp strikes battling for dominance. She’s angry and all it does is spur me on. I tighten my hand around her wrists, tasting the moan that escapes her mouth before I pull my lips away.

“Don’t ever lock yourself away with someone that could potentially cause you harm again.” I murmur against her mouth. Lucille wriggles beneath me and shakes her head.

“Fuck you Silas, he's my brother I can deal with him however I see fit, he would never hurt me, and if it wasn’t for you leaving me alone this morning then this wouldn’t have been a problem,” she snarls, baring her teeth at me like a wild animal.

“Ah, my little kitten has come out to play.'' I tease, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on her neck, sucking lightly at the skin. Her entire body flushes with goosebumps and I bite back my smile knowing exactly what this is doing to her. “Don’t fight with me on this, Lucille.” I whisper, sucking the space just below her ear then nicking my teeth into the lobe. Her attempts to get free persist but it only makes me harder the more that she tries. I chuckle low into her ear and she stills, realizing the effect all of her squirming is having on me and I push my solid cock against her groin. "Are you as turned on for me as I am for you, la mia luce?" I smirk, pulling back to look into her eyes.

She looks like she wants to murder me and in truth, maybe she does but her reply is simple and a downright lie. "I wouldn't bet on it," she seethes through gritted teeth before turning her head away from me.

"Don’t lie to me, Lucille. I know your cunt is dripping for me between those legs," I insist, bringing one hand down to her throat while still holding both of her wrists firmly in the other. I feel the nervous swallow of her throat as I rake my finger across her skin leaving a shiver in its path. Lucille’s low groan shoots a spasm straight to my crotch and the ache in my balls becomes almost unbearable. "Would you like me to find out? I can ease that ache if you want my angel, you only have to say the word." I continue to bite and kiss down her neck, gently tracing my index finger down and over the outline of her breasts. I’m pleased to see she isn’t wearing a bra and her nipples are readily hardening beneath my touch, pulling the fabric of her shirt taut across her chest.

"Silas, we can't…" she begins before her breathing hitches as I suck her nipple over her shirt into my mouth, pinching it between my teeth. "SILAS!" she gasps, arching her back and pushing her chest further into my face. The sound is like pure ecstasy to my ears, almost bringing me to my knees right there.

"Fuck Lucille, the way you say my name.” I groan, and like a man possessed I flip her around in one fluid movement and pin her against the wall with her arms now bent at the elbow and pinned behind her back. "Do you promise to never put yourself in danger again, Lucille?" I ask as I begin to pull at the waistband of my sweatpants she has on. Thank God they're way too big so they don’t give much resistance and they’re falling to her ankles a moment later, leaving her lower half exposed to me. I take a glance down at her ass, the creamy pale globes of her cheeks so perfectly round and tempting me to fuck them, but that’s for another time. Not now, this needs to be quick and punishing. "I need answers baby girl, otherwise you don't get to milk my cock.” Lucille shakes her head, defying me. I tut loudly, then slowly graze my fingers between her legs from behind, inserting two fingers into her eagerly accepting pussy, feeling her body tense around me as I push myself knuckle deep inside of her. She writhes at the slight intrusion, but this is nothing compared to what I really want to do to her, to fuck her raw until she’s begging me to stop, until she can no longer speak and I’ve fucked the disobedience out of her. I can feel myself losing my control, my vision is seeping to red again and I’m suddenly scared that I’ll flip a switch and never be able to recover from this. I pull my fingers from her pussy and use her wetness to stimulate her clit, gently circling my fingers over her most sensitive area. "Are you sure of that answer, Lucille? I can edge you all night long until you agree.”

"Silas, don't," she whimpers, arching her back, pushing her ass into my crotch. Her words are telling me one thing but the way her body is responding is the ultimate betrayal. I know she wants this, she needs it just as much as I do.

"I need the correct answer baby girl, you give me that and I'll give you what you want." I growl low into her ear, rocking my hips forwards and pushing my cock into her ass, circling her clit softly, applying pressure every few seconds.

I know this is torturing her, her body is shaking beneath me, small droplets of sweat are beginning to form at the base of her neck and she’s trying desperately not to grind herself against my hand.

A moment later her shoulders drop in defeat before her strangled voice lights my insides on fire. "I promise Silas, now fuck me like you mean it," she chokes, glancing back at me over her shoulder, her eyes hooded and lust filled. I release her wrists, allowing her the ability to steady herself against the wall, knowing she'll need it as I make swift work of shoving my sweatpants down my thighs. Like a horny fucking teenager, I fumble with my underwear before freeing my aching cock from it’s restraints and wasting no more time, I force myself into her deliciously wet pussy, grabbing a handful of her hair with one hand and her hip with the other I trust myself deep inside of her, evoking the most erotic scream from her lips I’ve ever heard.

“Fuck, Lucille!” I growl, yanking her head back so her face angles towards mine as I pull out of her then snap my hips forwards again, sliding myself all the way in over and over again.

Lucille spreads her hands against the wall, supporting her upper body as best she can against my brutal thrusts, her sweet cries, the perfect melody to soothe my inner beast. "Silas, ohhh God!” she chokes out as I release her hair and her head falls forwards against the wall. I place my hand between her shoulder blades and push her upper body down to a ninety degree angle, grabbing onto her hips to give myself better traction.

"Not God, my angel. You either call me Silas or husband because one day I'll be calling you wife." I grunt as I hold my pace fucking her hard and fast, just the way she needs it, digging my fingers into the flesh of her hips. I glance down, watching as my cock gets swallowed over and over again by her hungry pussy, like it was made to fit and the sight is my undoing. I can feel the tightness of my balls as my release draws close.

"Silas, fuck… I'm going to come!" Lucille cries, her words barely audible between her throaty moans. Fuck, thats it, her words tip me over the edge and with a final trust, Lucille’s walls tighten around my cock as she screams her climax and I’m fucking freefalling as I fill her up, letting her milk me of everything I’ve got. I collapse forwards, bringing us both to our knees with my dick still inside of her and place my head against her back, peppering kisses across her sweat covered skin.

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