Owned by the Triplets

The Debt Of Silence

The morning light was too bright. I sat at my small desk, staring at a half-empty cup of coffee and a textbook I hadn’t turned a page of in thirty minutes. My body felt heavy, and my skin still felt sensitive from the night before. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Alaric’s office. I felt the sting of his hand and the warmth of his chest.

I was a mess. I was a walking disaster.

My phone buzzed on the wood, the vibration making me jump. I picked it up, my heart sinking when I saw the name on the screen.

Silas: I’m downstairs, Elena. Come out.

I stared at the message. My thumb hovered over the power button. I didn't want to go down. I didn't want to deal with his smooth voice or the way he made me feel like a doll he had bought and paid for.

Me: I’m studying, Silas. I can’t.

The reply came back almost instantly.

Silas: If you ignore me, I will come up there. And you know I don't like being kept waiting. If I have to walk through that door myself, the punishment will be much worse than a talk. Five minutes.

I let out a long, shaky sigh. I reached out and clicked the phone off, tossing it onto my bed. I wasn't going. I was done being summoned. I crossed my arms and stared at the door, my jaw set. I would just stay here. He wouldn't actually come up. This was a girls' dorm. There were security cameras. There were people everywhere.

Then, the banging started.

It wasn't a knock. It was a heavy, violent thud that made the entire door frame groan. The wood rattled so hard I thought the hinges were going to snap. My heart leaped into my throat.

"Elena! Open this door!"

It was Silas. He sounded furious. Another bang followed, even louder than the first. The door buckled slightly, dust falling from the ceiling.

"Stop! Stop, I’m coming!" I screamed, tripping over my own feet as I ran to the door.

I twisted the lock and pulled it open, ready to yell at him for being insane. "Are you crazy? You're going to break the—"

I didn't get the rest of the sentence out. Silas stepped into the room, slammed the door shut behind him, and grabbed me. He didn't say a word. He just tangled his fingers into my hair and crashed his lips against mine.

It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was desperate and angry and full of a heat that made my knees shake. I tried to push him away for a split second, but the pleasure was too much. I felt a spark go off in my lower belly, and I found myself clutching his suit jacket, pulling him closer.

He broke the kiss for a second, his breathing coming out fast. "I told you not to make me wait."

Before I could answer, he hooked his arms under my thighs and lifted me up. I gasped, wrapping my legs around his waist instinctively. He walked over to my study table, swiping my coffee cup and textbooks onto the floor with one hand. They hit the floor with a loud crash, but he didn't care.

He placed me on the edge of the table, his body pressing between my knees.

"Be quiet for me now, Elena," he whispered. His eyes were dark, almost black. "You’ve been very loud lately. Let's see if we can change that."

My breath hitched. "Silas, wait—"

He didn't wait. He dropped to his knees between my legs. He didn't hesitate. He pulled my shorts aside and his tongue found me instantly.

I let out a loud, broken moan, my head hitting the wall behind me. The sensation was overwhelming. He knew exactly what he was doing. He swiped his tongue over my c**t, his hands gripping my hips so hard I knew there would be finger marks later.

"Oh god, Silas," I sobbed, my fingers digging into his hair. "Please."

He pulled back just an inch, looking up at me from the floor. His face was flushed, his lips wet. "You want to c*m, Elena? Then be a good girl for me. Let everyone in this hallway know exactly who is touching you. Don't you dare hold it back."

He went back to work, his tongue flicking and swirling with a rhythm that made me lose my mind. He was being relentless. He used his fingers to stretch me, his tongue deep inside me one second and then back on my c**t the next.

I was shaking. I was pulling his hair, my back arching off the table. I didn't care about the neighbors. I didn't care about the school. I just wanted the release.

"I'm... I'm going to..." I gasped, my voice loud in the small room. "Silas, please, I’m cumming!"

I felt the tension peak. I was right on the edge, my muscles tightening, my vision blurring.

And then, he stopped.

He pulled away completely, standing up and smoothing out his suit jacket. He looked down at me, his expression cold and calm, while I sat there trembling, my body screaming for the finish that never came.

"What are you doing?" I shouted, my voice thick with frustration. "Why did you stop?"

"Because you didn't listen," Silas said. He licked his mouth. "That was your punishment for leaving me waiting downstairs. I don't give rewards to girls who ignore my texts."

"You're a jerk!" I screamed, sliding off the table. My legs were so shaky I had to hold onto the chair to stay upright. "You can't just do that! You can't just walk in here and—"

"Quiet," he snapped.

I shut my mouth instantly. The look in his eyes was different now. The hunger was gone, replaced by a terrifying coldness that reminded me of Alaric.

"Come over here, Elena," he said, pointing to the bed. "Sit down. We need to have a very long talk about your little date yesterday."

I felt the blood drain from my face. I gulped, my anger disappearing and being replaced by a cold, heavy lump of dread in my chest.

"I... I don't know what you're talking about," I lied, but my voice was barely a whisper.

Silas tilted his head, a small, cruel smile touching his lips. "Don't lie to me. It makes me want to start the punishments all over again. Sit. Now."

I walked over to the bed and sat on the edge, my hands tucked between my knees. I looked at the floor, realizing that the "normal" life I wanted was further away than it had ever been.

I was in deep trouble, and Silas looked like he was just getting started.