by Marian Tee
“Let go of me!”
Behind them, Eva was screaming. “Come back!”
“Yes,” Lace hissed at Silver. “Go back to your fuck buddy!” Unshed tears shone in her pretty eyes. The sight of them made him furious and guilty at the same time because he knew she was only glaring at him to stop herself from crying.
Damn her. It wasn’t fucking fair that just the sight of her tears wrecked all his defenses, making him feel something that he had been doing his damnedest to kill.
For a moment, it was as if the whole world melted into the blackness, leaving just the two of them alone.
Ah, dammit.
He really did love her still, and this girl, his little rebellious lamb.
She loved him, too.
Struggling to keep his voice even, he said harshly, “You’re not going anywhere.” Behind her, he caught sight of his brother, who was frowning. Silver nodded at Steel, an acknowledgment that he had everything under control. And he did. He only had to see her again, and it was just like when they had first met.
One look into her eyes and he knew that even though she had said a lot of shitty things about him, they had been all for show. Even though she had practically ground his heart under the sole of her hundred-dollar Nikes, everything she did – it had been all for show.
She was in love with him.
And since she was in love with him, it was easy to forgive her on the spot. He had to. He didn’t take girls he hated to bed, after all.
That was his next objective, right after he figured out how to get Lace to come with him quietly.
“Are you okay with leaving with him?” Silver heard Gabriel ask.
And that. Getting Gabriel out of the picture was of top priority, too.
When he saw Lace turn to the other man in question, Silver gritted out, “Over my dead body.”
She glared at him. “Why do you care?”
“Of course I damn care,” he roared back. He tugged her towards him again, his fury mounting when she still insisted on resisting. Like fuck he’d let her go. She was the one who came to him. Now, she had to bear the fucking consequences.
“Why?” Lace spat. “Why would you care when you already have that?” She turned to Gabriel again. “Please—-”
“Leave us alone, Gabriel.” Silver’s gaze collided with Gabriel’s, both men sizing each other up.
“Who is this girl to you?” Gabriel asked him in Dutch.
“The woman I love,” he said shortly.
Gabriel blinked. “Ah.” He gazed down at Lace with regret. “I’m afraid this is not a battle I can fight for you.”
Silver gritted his teeth when Lace tried to hold on to the European prince. “No, no, whatever he said, it’s a lie.”
“It’s not.”
“What did you say anyway?” she cried out, still trying to hold on to Gabriel.
Watching her, he said simply, “I told him you’re the woman I love.”
Lace’s hands fell from Gabriel’s arm.
This time, when he took her hand, she didn’t protest. Behind them, Eva was still screeching, but one nod from him and his guards prevented her from even reaching him.
“You fucking bastard, you just used me, didn’t you?”
Silver flinched.
He had.
When he glanced down at Lace, she had a sick look on her face. Tightening his hold on her hand, he walked more swiftly, heading to the closest exit. Outside the ballroom, he took her to the powder room, knowing his guards would ensure they would not be interrupted.
When he turned to her, his little lamb asked in a halting voice, “You really...did it with her?”
It was clear in her eyes she wanted him to say ‘no’. That she would rather he even lied.
Silver let out a ragged sigh. She really was young, his little lamb. But...even so, she was the one who owned his heart, and because of that, Silver knew he owed her the truth, even if it hurt.
“Yes.”
Lace stumbled back.
He reached for her, but when she stiffened, he stilled. “Lace—-”
She was blinking her eyes furiously. “I’m just trying to understand...”
“What did you expect?” he demanded savagely. “I practically begged you to love me, and you threw it back in my face.”
“I know!”
She was crying now, and he couldn’t bear it.
He pulled her into his arms, tightening his hold when she tried to get out of his embrace. “I’m sorry,” Silver said hoarsely against her hair.
“You’re. Such. An. Asshole.”
“I know that, too.”
“I can’t...I can’t even think of doing it with any other guy,” she sobbed against his shirt.
“I know.” He stroked her hair away from her face. “I’m sorry.” He looked into her eyes, wanting her to see he meant it, would rather slit his wrist than hurt her like that again. “I wish I could say the same, but...I wanted to hurt you back.”
Lace sobbed, “Such. An. Asshole.”
He winced, but then he felt her moving, her hands cupping his face.
She told him shakily, “But...I...I love you anyway.”
First Secret
One month later
Silver March, you asshole. She glared at him even as she bit her lip hard, doing her best not to make a sound while he bounced her up and down on his cock. Restroom sex was hard, and it wasn’t just because of the cramped space. It was even harder when at any moment, her boys could barge in and figure out why it was taking her ten minutes – and counting – to pee.
Silver only grinned, and the wicked glint in his eyes told her he was in the mood to torture her even more.
A second later, he was flipping her around, her back against his. She let out a silent moan as he impaled her on his cock once more, but that wasn’t the end. As he lifted her up and down, Lace could also feel his hand moving, fingers grazing her tender skin—-
Oh. My. Gaaaaaaaaaaawd—-
Pushing her legs wide open, leaving them dangling over his on each side, Silver reached for her clit from behind and started to flick it in tandem with his fingers tweaking her aching nipple and his cock pounding in and out of her pussy.
She twisted around to look at him, and he took advantage by covering her mouth with his. It was the most unbelievable sensation, being kissed, fondled, and fucked. In moments, she was coming, her moans and his groans swallowed in their kiss as she writhed and jerked while his cock continued to ram into her soaking flesh.
“Finally.” Ivan shook his head resignedly when she emerged from the restroom six minutes later, not a single strand of hair out of place.
Before she could answer, the other players were calling out greetings to Silver, who was entering the complex from the main doors. Her cheeks flushed at the sight of him, but she did her best to sound surprised as she said, “March.”
His smile was angelic. “Wyndham.” He took a seat at the first row of bleachers. Even though her team always invited him to sit on the bench, Silver never did sit with them. It was as if he knew without being told that there were lines which were best left uncrossed.
Silver never interrupted either when she was coaching, but she could always feel his gaze on her, whatever she was doing.
When she came back to him, he patted his lap.
She froze. And then she shook her head very quickly. “Are you kidding?” she hissed.
But Silver was a very patient man. He looked at her and then patted his lap again. “We’re going to do this until you agree.”
Shit. Since she knew by now he wasn’t the type to bluff, she reluctantly headed towards him, dragging her feet and finally lowering herself on his lap, her back stiff.
“I want you again,” he whispered into her ear.
Lace turned red. “Will you please not talk about—-”
“Coach?”
She tried to get off Silver’s lap, but he didn’t let her, his arm around her waist locking her to him. Shit.
He was clearly in asshole mode again. She turned towards Vasyl. “What is it?”
“You think we can go for that alley oop play?”
She frowned. “No.”
Her point guard grimaced. “Why not?”
“It’s too soon, plus there’s the fact that your ankle still hasn’t fully healed—-”
“It’s okay now,” Vasyl said, stiffening at the mention of his injury.
“No. It’s not.” When he opened his mouth to argue, she scowled. “No, and that’s final. I’m only thinking about what’s best for you so stop glaring at me, you ungrateful jerk. If you want your career to last beyond college, then you need to listen to your elders. If I say you need to rest, then you need to fucking rest—-”
“Coach?”
Her tirade came to a huffing stop. “What?” she snapped. It was so exhausting to get mad. Damn these boys for being so stubborn.
“I get what you’re saying, but...” Vasyl smirked. “It’s hard to take you seriously when you’re sitting on a guy’s lap like you’re about to be his dessert.”
Lace turned red. “Y-you—-”
In the middle of dribbling his way to the back court, Alexio paused in front of them, grinning. “Coach?”
That grin...did she even want to hear what this little punk had to say?
“You were really good earlier at pretending you didn’t know March was coming. You almost had us convinced, but...” He looked at her shirt pointedly. “Since I don’t think you need to take your shirt off just to pee...”
Lace slowly looked down at her shirt.
Ah, fuck.
She had worn it inside out.
Silver laughed with the rest of the team, and this time he let her go as she jumped off his lap.
“It’s not fucking funny, ASSHOLES!”
“Yes, it is, Coach,” her boys chorused even as they swiftly ran in the opposite direction.
Hands suddenly clasped her waist, and before she knew it, Silver was stealing a kiss from behind. “Yes,” he averred solemnly. “It is.”
She stepped on his shoe, hard. “Hate you.” She tried to keep him from dragging her away, but it was impossible. “Where are we going? It’s the middle of practice—-”
“No, little lamb. It’s ten minutes before practice ends,” he corrected Lace without looking her way.
She tried to dig her heels in but it was pointless. He was too strong, managing to take her with him. “Where are we going?” she demanded again.
“To have sex of course. Now that they know what we’ve been doing and they don’t seem to mind, why bother hiding the fact?”
“Nooooooooo—-”
Silver glanced at her team over his shoulders. “Yo, boys?”
They looked at him in unison, freezing mid-play.
Shit.
“Don’t say it,” she hissed. “Don’t you dare—-”
“Can I have the last ten minutes of practice time with your Coach?”
“Oh. Thought it was something important,” Drew muttered before turning away.
“Sure, sure,” Ivan said. “Take her away. Coach needs to learn to have fun.”
Silver smiled at her. “See?”
“You—-”
He started walking faster. “You can get mad at me when we’re fucking. I find it hot anyway.”
“Noooooooooooo—-”
The End of Part One
Part Two
Silver
Bad Boys Start Young
(The Past)
Five Years Ago
EDM music streaming from the still-raging party below, coupled with the animated LED lighting on the wall, created an intimately hypnotic atmosphere inside the master bedroom. However, the mesmerizing light-and-sound display was all but ignored, the couple entering the room too busy kissing.
When Annie offered her three-story pad as the venue for tonight’s football victory party, everyone had thought she was being unusually generous.
Like hell she was, though. It was all part of her strategy, her goal simple: to be alone with the man she was now busy stripping naked.
As she got rid of his jeans, she ended up eye level with his cock, its size making her swallow. It was extremely large. Extremely. She didn’t even need to exaggerate. Throat dry, body aching a little, she tried to get herself back under control as she rose up. Pushing his chest lightly, she said huskily, “Sit please.”
He gracefully sank onto the love couch, his beautiful face unreadable as their eyes met. Normally, this position gave her the upper hand, with her looking down on the guy. But now, it didn’t seem to make any difference.
A frisson of fear ran over her back out of nowhere. Annie was suddenly worried she’d lose his interest completely if she didn’t do anything soon. Struggling to keep her cool, she knelt down, whispering, ‘I’m going to make you feel really good.”
Taking hold of his engorged cock, she bent down to tongue its length, slowly, from top to bottom. By the time she reached its head, pre-cum glistened on the tiny slit of skin, its sight restoring her confidence.
Silver March, you are mine.
When she pulled away, Annie expected him to beg. To yank her back. To rip her strapless dress off her body.
But no. Instead, Silver only looked at her with a cocky smile, one brow lifted up. It was as if he was the king, she was the slave, and it was her privilege to service him.
God. He was so damn cool. There was no other word for it, no one quite like him, with his unique mix of down-to-earth charm and casual arrogance. He knew he was hot, wasn’t the kind to brag about it, but wasn’t about to apologize for it either.
Everyone had expected him to date her, the hottest girl on campus. She had expected it, too, but years had passed and nothing happened. It made her hate him and want him even more, until in the end, she had done what she never thought she’d do.
She had made the first move.
I’m going to make you pay for that, Silver March.
Armed with that vengeful thought, Annie reached for Silver’s aroused cock once more, tracing its head with her nails. When his cock twitched powerfully in response, her lips curved in a triumphant smile. “Aaaaaw. Did you like that?”
Silver took a long time to answer, only gazing at her under hooded lids. But this time, there was an intense light in his eyes, so carnal in nature that it had a shocking effect on her body, the way her nipples slowly puckered up against the silk of her dress.
What the hell was this? She had never been aroused just by having a man look at her. And yet it continued, her body trembling and moisture pooling between her thighs.
“You really want to know what I like?” The words startled her, but the sensual purr in Silver’s voice only added to her excitement.
“Y-yes,” Annie heard herself whimpering, but the sound quickly turned into a gasp when Silver suddenly leaned forward. His face came close. Enough for Annie to feel the hot air of his breath, smell his irresistibly masculine scent, and enough to feel so deliciously delirious at the way his gaze promised the wickedest things.
“Are you certain?” Silver’s voice was mocking.
She couldn’t answer right away, her entire attention diverted, her senses reeling out of control at the way his fingers started circling her nipples. Round and round, getting so close but not close enough to touch the pouting pink flesh.
It made her want to weep. Around Annie, her surroundings started to fade – the huge bed, the magnificent balcony with its glass railings, the marble fireplace. Nothing existed except Silver March and his silent promise to fuck her brains out.
“P-please.” The feverish cry burst out of her even though she didn’t exactly know what she was begging for. Kiss me? Touch me? Fuck me? She wanted it all.
“Please what?” A taunt, just before Silver leaned back, and this time Annie cried out, the distance between them too much.
When she reached for him, he said sharply, “No.”
Annie froze.
When Si
lver spoke again, his words were as cold as his voice was beautiful. “If you really want to know what I want...” His hooded eyes caressed her from head to toe, moving oh so slowly before returning back to her face. “I’d like it better if you talked less and sucked more.”
He started stroking himself, and Annie shivered with longing.
“Do you understand?”
She nodded fervently.
“So what are you waiting for?”
Annie dove for his cock like she had been hungry for it her entire life. He felt even bigger and harder now, forcing her lips to stretch wider. Annie half-waited for him to shove it down her throat like most men did, but instead she felt Silver’s fingers digging into her hair. His grip was strong but gentle, expert and dominant, guiding as he began to fuck her mouth.
Never had blowing someone felt this good.
Usually, it was a chore, but now she couldn’t get enough of Silver’s erection. Her head bobbed up and down, Annie sucking as hard and as fast as she could. Below, her pussy swelled and quivered, aching painfully for its turn to welcome his cock.
“Good girl,” Silver murmured.
Her heart nearly burst in happiness at the way he tenderly stroked her hair.
“Now, as a reward...”
A second later, Silver had flipped their positions. Annie found herself kneeling on the couch, breasts pressed against its back. Behind her, Silver started to spread her legs wide, making her instinctively grip the edge of the couch, feeling like she needed something to keep her anchored.
She twisted her head to gaze at him, and it was as if he had known she would do so, his lips immediately capturing hers the same time his cock thrust inside her warm and soaking pussy.
Annie screamed against his mouth, and she kept screaming, the way his cock drove in and out of her so powerfully hard driving her mad with desire and pleasure. She wanted more, more, more. No other man in the past had ever been able to make her feel this full. This ravaged. This dominated.
When he wrenched his mouth away, it was to cup her jiggling breasts and twist her nipples between his fingers, a sensual torture that was somehow in rhythm with the pounding of his cock.
