Chapter 10 Surprise

• Silas lay aslant on his bed as the jasmine colored light beamed on his skin. He fiddled with a small crystal ball in his hands as thoughts about Sia raced his mind.
• “I promise Silas I won’t tell him.” She whimpered as she felt him towering over her. She never thought he'd come. Only a glimpse of him sends chills down her spine much less what he's capable of. He’s the demon that haunts her. The devil that plagues her life every time Monson travels.
• Seeing the demon hunkering low to her eye level, she shuddered, bashing her eyes close, fearing what’d slip from his lips. What his fingers are capable of.
• What the thing stacked in his pants can do to her. No amount of screams can salvage from his savage treatment.
• No amount of truth can save her. She’s meant to be mute. To endure the pains. Isn’t it what she’s destined for? To experience nothing but misery?
• “When I take over everything, I’m going to make you mine, Sia.”
• “Be on your fours, now.” He smacked her tits, dourly, spilling his orders.
• “Ahh…please stop it. Silas…please.” Her voice dropped to a broken whisper coupled by her muffled sobs.
• “Don’t worry Sia, you’ll enjoy it, love.”
• “Fuck…I can’t seem to get enough of this.” He cussed.
• Unshed tears stung her eyes as she endeavored to edge away from him but Silas fisted his hand on her hair and tugged her head backward, perching his lips on hers in a fierce kiss whilst plunging deep inside her hole.
• “Frail little Sia. How I made her shudder surprises me. Of course, she should be scared of me and what I’m capable of. But I wonder what’s giving her strength these days. She appears to be a lot stronger that she had the balls to challenge me.”
• Silas’s eyes glued to the crystal balls as he spiraled it in his hands.
• “You think, I’m that frail girl you knew Silas? Huh…I’m not that girl anymore and you'll do nothing.”
• Sia’s words rotated in his head.
• “How long will this procured strength and courage last, Sia? Trust me, slowly I will peel off your wings and subdue you as mine. Mine. You’ll beg for my mercy but I won’t grant it.” A subtle grin spread on his lips.
• “Not even Monson could defeat me and you my little friend have got no power to stop me. No power.”
• Silas’s cock painfully hardened, throbbing as it protruded from his briefs. Thoughts about his time with Sia rudely awakened his pleasure sac
• He trained his hand on his shaft and crooned a sensual groan of want and desire. He moved to his bathroom and rid off his briefs.
• He stalked into the shower and turned it on. The water poured down on his back that’s beautified with a broad butterfly tattoo.
• Silas groped his cock and slapped it on his left palm.
• “Fuck!” He shrieked as his kept slapping it on his palm rhythmically. He folded its tips and grazed his fingertips on it, feeling his precum seeping out.
• He tilted his head back as the water rained on his face while his hands playfully glide up and down his cock, massaging it. Cupping his ball, he patted on it, squeezing it as a moan of zenith pleasure gushed out from his throat.
• “I’ll make you mine, Sia. That’s not an empty words. It’s a promise I intend to fulfill.” He mouthed, fast kneading his cock.
• While he was on this , someone knocked on his room door, startling him. Then a women’s voice pealed.
• “Master Silas. Your mother is here to speak with you.” The woman, apparently his servant said. Without getting a response, she left.
• “Why is she here? Why’s my mother here at this fucking time!!” He cursed, his hands still enchained his cock.
• Hearing about his mother’s visit made the burning desire in him to extinguish. He looked down on his shaft that’s almost turning soft and sighed.
• Silas insistently massaged his cocked, though without pleasure caking his body until his milky seed gushed out. He quickly scrubbed his body.
• When he finished, he scrambled to his room and tied his robe, fitted in his flip-flops and headed downstairs.
• “Mother, why are you here?” he blurted his question instantly he towered his mother from the back.
• His mother whirled her wheelchair around, facing him with a grin appearing on her delicate face.
• Silas’s mother looks a lot young and stunning like someone in her middle forties , however, she’s crippled.
• “To see my son, of course.” She said, listlessly.
• Silas already knows why she’s here and he hates it so much. Silas never likes being told what to do. He loves following his instinct. Acting on his on will and according to his plot not the other way round. Hence, his mother is just here to nag him.
• “You know you shouldn’t be here.” He said, coldly.
• His mother isn’t surprised by his act. Their discussion never ends well. It’s either she freaks out or Silas freaks out.
• Both want the same thing but one wants to rule the other when their goal is attained.
• “So I’m not allowed to see my son is it?”
• “Not that. You and I know we always end up arguing. So it’s better we communicate over the phone than meeting physically.” He worded, perfunctorily.
• “You know son, this isn’t the way you should welcome your mother that flay all the way from California to this place. At least treat me with some shreds of respect.” His mother barked, still keeping a straight face.
• Sighs. Silas ran his hands through his hair and called on his servants to get some juice for his mother.
• “Here ma’am.” The servant said as she perched the tray of juice on the coffee table. Silas’s mother indifferently sent her away with a wave of her hand.
• She smirked at her son who sat, hands supporting his jaw whilst looking at her. Picking up the cup, she filled her mouth with the cold juice.
• “So, how have you been son?”
• She worded so elegantly. Her body movement is one of excellence and plush. She has this overbearing aura that could make someone jitter except Silas.
• He drew some of his devilish act from her.
• “How else do you want me to be?” He snapped, crossing his ankles.
• “You know that’s a very bad manner of approach. I thought I taught you that? Responding a question with a question?”
• He smirked, “like hell you did.” He cussed, rolling his eyes. “Just spew it mother. What brought you here all the way from California?”
• The mother shrugged, “to find out how it’s being going so far. Is that bad?”
• “I told you mother, I am going to handle this myself. Why bothering?”
• “I should Silas. I should worry because you know this has been my aim since I was married into the Monson family. I so long crave to wrap this family in my hands…”
• “And you want to use me as your ladder to climb up to the top and rule the Monson family?” he asked, a reluctant laughter escaped his lips.
• He knows his mother isn’t so interested about him being the actual person to rule the family. She’s more concerned about procuring the power and ruling herself.
• ‘Good that she can’t walk.’ He mumbled, inwardly.
• “Son, you got that wrong. I want this power to be ours. So you and I can rule this family together. You and I.” she said coolly.
• “Is that so?” he inclined his head and narrowed his eyes at his mother while asking.
• “Of course, yes. You doubt me?”
• His long lashes, out rightly fanned his face as he rolled his eyes, ever so slowly.
• “Not at all. After all, a mother wants the best for her child, isn’t it?” he said sardonically that the mother caught it in a heartbeat.
• “Yes…” she drawled. “So, how have you been working on it?”
• “still making my plans.” He rested his hands on the armrest of the couch and spewed.
• “Still making plans? Silas this isn’t something you work on slowly. We’ve got to be fast about anything we do.” She paused, huffing and inhaling. “She might make a debutante soon and the public will know that cheap girl now wields the power of the Monson family.”
• “Mom…listen…” he tried to cut her off but the mother rambled on.
• “No you listen, Silas. I’ve been in this family before you were born and I know better than you do on how these things work. Once she makes a public debutante then all the power is now in her palms, don’t you get it?”
• “I do. Okay. And I’m working on preventing her from making the debutante. I just need time to think. To think mother because this is a mind game.”
• His mother mellowed. She knows truthfully it’s a mind game. But now that everything has been transferred to Sia she can make her debutante soon.
• Then the public will know she’s the new ruler of the Monson family. By that time, confiscating the property from her will be nearly impossible.
• “I understand Silas. But we should act fast. Let’s try to get the family elders in our good books and let them do this for us. Take the property away from her. We can start by stating the laws of the Monson family which Monson himself violated. That could be a good step.” She cheerfully suggested but Silas seemed unmoved.
• “I doubt that would work…”
• “You’re obsessed with her isn’t it?” His mother blurted.
• Hearing that, Silas precipitately raised his and held his mothers gaze.
• ‘How did she know?’ he thought. Thoughts reeling his mind on how his mother found out about another of his biggest secret.
• All the years he has be molesting Sia, Silas thought no one knew. He ensured to keep this a secret.
• Did Sia perhaps hurl this to his mother?
• “How did you know?” he narrowed his eyes at her, demanding answers but he first received a sardonic laughter from his mother.
• “You forget that my crippled state doesn’t hinder me from gaining information about whatever that goes on in the Monson family. Especially in your life. Silas, I’m your mother and I know everything about you.”
• Startled, Silas squeaked, “what!?”
• “Son, don’t be so shocked. You’re my son and I won’t use that against you.” She beamed, swigging her juice.
• “How much do you know?” Curious, he asked.
• “A lot. From how you started fucking her. Molesting her to how you threaten her life. And you know the other one.”
• Silas’s eyes dilated, not only does his mother know about his molestation against Sia but also another of his top secret.
• She knows!
• “You…know the other one too?” he asked, teeth gnashing.
• “Oh yes, Son.” She simpered , seeing the horrendous look that cloaked Silas’s face.