Page 68 of Glass

Silas pauses, and I moan as his fingers circle my clit. “How are you finding your punishment?”

“Brutal,” I gasp, and he smirks down at me, breathing hard.

“Good. Again.”

By the fifth, I’m sobbing. Even the sound is obscene, wet and loud as Silas continues his work. I don’t know if I’m about to cryor about to climax at the feel of his hands on me. My abdomen is clenching, hard, and my head throws back when another slap lands.

“Steady,” he murmurs. His hand caresses the back of my head. “Taking it so fucking well, Anastasia.”

“Asshole,” I hiss when he does it again without warning, and he tugs my hair back in response. “Don’t forget to count.”

The eighth slap makes me clench, my body seeking something more. His hands on me aren’t enough, and I buck my hips in frustration. “Silas,please.”

“Do you want to come on my fingers, Stasi?” His voice is low and rough as he traces his fingers around where I need him to be. “If I fuck you with my hand, will you clench around me?”

“Try it,” I force out with a gasp, “and find out.”

He tuts, and I lift up my hips as he delivers another hit, right over my clit. My vision goes hazy, orbs of light dancing around me as I try to shift. “Nine.”

“One more.” It sounds more like a threat than a promise. I can barely breathe, the oxygen squeezing into my lungs not enough as Silas lifts up his hand and slaps it directly over my clit. In almost the same moment, his hand dips, two fingers pushing into me andcurling.

I twist around his touch as the ripples of ecstasy overtake me. “Ten.God.”

“Not God,” he pulls out his hand and flicks my oversensitive clit. “Silas. Saymyname when my fingers are buried in your cunt, Anastasia.”

“Silas.” It’s a sob as he continues his assault, his fingers twisting and stretching inside me. I feel impossibly full, and a hazy thought works through my head. “Silas—,”

He pushes in further, and my body jerks at the small pinch of pain.

Silas is looking down at my pussy, at his hand buried inside me, and I try to breathe, try to relax. He pulls his fingers out, moving to rub my swollen clit.

“There.” His voice is so smug, so fucking Silas, that I don’t know whether I want to kiss him or slap him across the back of the head. “Such a good fucking girl, taking your punishment.”

His eyes rake across my face, dropping down my body.

And I watch, as his expression changes. A crease appears between his eyes. And then… something else.

He lifts his fingers into the air, and we both stare.

At the smear of red.

Shit.

My whole face heats, and I keep my eyes away from his as I feel him turn to look at me. His legs tense beneath me. “Anastasia.”

Nope. Not having that conversation.

Pursing my lips, I silently debate the possibility of just getting up and running out of the room. He mightnotcatch me.

But he probably would. My legs feel like jelly.

Sighing, I lift my eyes to his. “Yes?”

He stares at me. Slowly, he holds his hand up. “Care to explain?”

“Explain what, exactly?”

Explain that I never had a hope in hell of meeting someone else with my mother and Ella in charge?