Then he puts his hand on the glass door, and he yanks it open so that all the steam disperses, but I don’t feel chilled.
“At least give me something to wear!”
Smiling, he bends down and picks up the slippers I left in front of the door. They dangle on his long fingers.
“Here you go.”
He lets them drop to the floor, and I jump at the sound of the rubber smacking the tiles. I can barely breathe with him standing so close, and then a deep growl reverberates in his throat. It’s a primal sound that makes goose bumps rise on my skin, and then he actually steps into the shower, getting his shoes all wet.
“What—?”
His hands fly in my hair, digging into my scalp as his body invades mine. His thumbs run under my jaw, lifting my head. Before I can gasp, his mouth descends over mine, crushing and brutal. Holy fuck, it’s hot, but for someone whose sexual experience has been practically nil, it’s also overwhelming.
He pulls slightly back, his breaths making my lips burn.
“Are you crazy? My dad’s gonna—”
“I don’t care, Fawn.”
I stare at him. How could he not care? The guards will report him to Dad. I don’t know how the hell he got past them, but any second, Dad’ll burst in here. He’ll fucking kill him. Probably right in front of me.
“What happened to Ms. Haines?”
“You’re not her anymore. You’re the girl I’m going to fuck.”
A small thrill runs through me when he says, “Fuck.” Before this, it was all “Miss” and “Please” and “I’m having a pleasant evening, thank you.” He even sounds different. His voice is much lower than usual, with an edge I’ve never heard before.
“My dad will find out. He always does.”
“And I told you that I don’t care.”
Either he’s bat-shit insane or he’s really that into me.
It’s a disaster waiting to happen. We’re two trains on the same track, heading toward each other at full speed. It’s inevitable disaster, but I don’t fight him when he takes me in his hands and kisses my neck. I stand there frozen, as though paralyzed. Every small movement is amplified. I swear that I can feel the grooves in his fingertips when he caresses me. Then I feel the sharp sting of his tongue on my nipple. Holy fuck. It hurts like blood rushing into a numb limb.
I gasp suddenly, the high sound surprising me. My thighs clench as he tongues my tits, sucking them into his mouth. I’m sure—I’m pretty damn sure no one’s ever done this to me. I weave my fingers through his dark curls and arch my body into his.
“Fuck.”
My nipple pops out of his lips, wet and shining, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget the image of Silas’s mouth on my breast. He grabs a fistful of my tits and sinks his teeth into me. Is he biting me? I let out a yelp of pain and Silas laughs, squeezing my nipple between his knuckles. The pain dulls as my pussy pounds with another sharp ache. Then he attacks the other one, latching on to my nipple and sucking hard. I run my hands over his head and neck, eager to touch all of him. I’m messing up his hair, but I don’t care. I haven’t touched a guy like this in years. Years.
He flicks his tongue across my raw nipple, and then he straightens, following the pressure of my hands. I grasp his button-up shirt and I pull hard so that a few of the top buttons snap open, revealing a flat, hard chest and dark hair. Jesus Christ, I want to rip the clothes right off him and ride that iron cock. It’s standing against his slacks—a perfect outline.
He grabs my wrists, pulling me away from his shirt.
“Not so fast, hon.”
I look into a pair of mischievous eyes darkened with lust.
“You said you were going to fuck me.”
“In good time.”
In good time?!
“You teased me for two weeks.”
My cheeks burn under his accusing stare. “That was just to get your attention.”
“You got my attention by flashing your tits in my face.”
“So?”
“So, you crossed the line. You played with me when you thought your father wasn’t looking. Well, I don’t like being teased, or being treated like a toy. Especially by a woman I can’t fuck.”
“I wanted you!” I shout. “Do you know how long it’s been for me?”
“I don’t—”
“Five years!”
His eyebrows lift in a slight show of surprise, but he recovers quickly. Damn it, I just want to kiss that freckle dangling on his bottom lip. Still holding my wrists, he tugs me forward until I’m out of the shower.
“That is a long time.”
“I told you.”
“You still need to be taught a lesson.”
“And then you’ll fuck me?”
The hope in my voice makes me sound so goddamn pathetic.
He grabs my chin, hovering close enough that I can almost taste his lips. “If you’re a good girl.”
Silas tries to hide his smile as he pulls away and bends down. One arm cuts the back of my knees, making me fall backward as his other arm wraps around my back.
“Shit!”
He hoists me into the air. Our faces are inches from each other, and I can study every mark on his face. His eyes scorch me as he glances down my naked body cradled in his arms. I’m still wet, and his shirt dampens as he holds me, but he doesn’t seem to give a shit about the state of his clothes.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m taking a moment to appreciate your wet tits pressed against my chest.”
A predatory smile tugs at his lips and his throat reverberates with a primal growl. Energy hits my chest as his eyes flick to mine again, suddenly narrowed. There’s darkness lurking in them—raw passion that can’t be told to slow down or stop. Now I’m in free fall, and there’s no way I can undo what I’ve done. I taste the beast inside him when he kisses me roughly, consuming my mouth as he carries me out of the bathroom and into the apartment. Fear and excitement feel like the same thing. I want him, but I’m afraid of what I’ve awoken. Silas kicks open the door to my bedroom.
A chilling mask descends over his face as he sets me down on the mattress. I jump when he uses his leg to shut the door. It closes with a resounding snap and I cross my arms over my chest, heart hammering.
Oh God, this is really happening. He’s going to take out his cock and somehow fit it inside me. Jesus, look at it. His cock looks like it’s snaked halfway down his thigh, that’s how big it is. My pussy clenches as he grabs himself, slowly stroking.
“You’re huge.”
“Do you want me, Fawn?”
What does he want me to do? Beg? I can do that. I don’t give a shit—as long as the night ends with my legs wrapped around his waist and that rammed inside me—I’ll do whatever he wants.
“Of course I do.”
I reach out to touch his length, and I’m startled by how hard he is. I tease him through the fabric, tracing the outline of him, feeling the mushroomed head of his cock. He twitches in my hands as I squeeze. I reach for his zipper, but he stills my movements, grin widening.
“I want to touch you.”
“Touching me won’t be enough. You need to pay me back for everything you put me through.”
He reaches up, grabbing the zipper riding his huge bulge, and then he unzips. The sound is like sex to me. He pulls down his slacks slowly, and I gaze at his deeply carved Adonis belt, the thickness of his cock. It bounces free as his slacks fall to the ground in a small heap, and I stare as a violent heat takes over my chest. He’s even bigger than I thought. Huge. My pussy aches just staring at him, but then I imagine what it’d be like having that head push between my legs. Fucking him is going to hurt, but it will be such a sweet pain that I won’t care. He grabs himself again, and another small thrill hits my heart.
“What do you want me to do?”
He grins at me and snakes his hand around the back of my head. A bead of liquid rolls down his pebbled head and hangs precariously. It wavers in front
of my lips and then he applies pressure to the back of my head. Anxiety hits my stomach. I’ve never sucked cock before, but I’ve fantasized about it. I’ve watched enough porn to know the general motions. Excitement ramps up in my stomach as I lean forward, swiping my tongue across his cock. He makes a small sound at the back of his throat, and then I wrap my hand around him as my lips touch his head. I swirl my tongue around his cock, getting used to the sensation as I gradually inch him inside my mouth.
His fingernails scrape the back of my head as another grunt escapes his lips. I wet his cock, running my tongue down the whole length of him until I touch the base. Then I take him in my mouth again and suck. I’m appalled by the sounds I’m making—the filthy, wet sounds that I only heard in porn videos. Am I like them? Am I a dirty, cock-hungry slut, like Silas would have me believe?
Shit. I am hungry for him.
Silas makes another deeply relaxed noise, and suddenly I feel a rough pinch of my nipple. I swirl my tongue over him, sucking and stroking at the same time. Occasionally I pause to tease his head. His low growl shakes through my body, and then he yanks my hair, forcing me backward.
I sink into the bed as Silas crawls over me, a frightening look on his face. I’ve never seen anything like it. He’s so turned-on that he looks like he could kill.
“Fawn,” he growls into my ear. “What kind of bullshit name is that?”
I open my mouth to snap back, but then his hands find their way to my pussy and I find that I don’t really give a shit about anything he says. The hard edge of his cock digs into my hip so hard that I feel that it’ll leave a bruise. Damn it, I’m going to snap.
“You’re not a fucking deer. You’re a sex kitten. Look at how wet you are.”
I hate the little laugh in his voice, and I hate when he shows me his two fingers, covered in my juice. He raises himself on his elbows, pinning me down as he grinds his hips against me. He’s trying to look confident, but I can see his resolve crumbling, his eyes trembling with excitement. He wants me just as much.
“Tell me how badly you want me.”
“I’ve been waiting five years for a man like you to fuck me.”
Christ, I want it so badly that tears sting the corners of my eyes. I blink them away and suddenly his lips crash against mine. I rip the buttons on his shirt and run my hands over his chest, anchoring over his hard shoulders. His warm body flattens against mine, his male scent wrapping around me. It’s been so fucking long since I’ve actually felt a man skin to skin. I could lie in his arms for hours, content.
Silas sits upright, his body heavy over my legs. There’s a large, black tattoo square in the middle of his chest. Tribal tattoos snake around his neck and across his pecs, which are lean, flat, and hard. Damn, just staring at his body makes my skin burn. He is all male—a hundred-something pounds of lean, hard muscle and dark hair leading in a line between his sculpted abs, and that gorgeous Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.
He closes his eyes and breathes deeply, and then I realize that he’s trying to calm himself. He’s probably trying to keep himself from plunging his cock inside me.
“Silas, we might not have much time.”
“I love hearing you beg.”
“Are you some kind of sadist?”
Smiling, he leans down slightly and takes my face in his hand. He runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “Maybe.”
I hear the crinkle of foil and gasp when I see him rolling the condom over his cock. Then his hand gathers both my wrists, and he pins them above my head.
This is really fucking happening.
He bends over me, taking my breast in his mouth as my legs wrap around his waist. I anticipate the burn—the pain. His tongue does circles over my nipple as a huge pressure teases my pussy. I feel his cock sliding up and down, stimulating all my nerves. Then he bites down and I let out a sharp cry, but he soothes the pain with his tongue. His thickness keeps nudging my clit and my chest feels as though it’s ablaze. Electricity shoots down my pussy with every flick of his tongue on the sensitive skin, and I gasp to the ceiling. Then I feel his hips move.
Oh God. It’s been so long, and I feel his head pushing through as I clench hard around him. I dig my heels into his back, but he pulls out.
“No!”
He lifts his head, laughing when I cry out. “You teased me for weeks. You can’t handle five minutes of foreplay?”
“It’s been five fucking years of foreplay.”
He nudges his cock inside me again, just the tip, and ecstasy floods my veins, driving the rage out. Silas bends over, his lips touching mine as his head slides in and out of me. I struggle with my arms, but his hand tightens over my wrists and holds me. It’s kind of embarrassing how easily he pins me down, and at the same time I feel a flood of heat to my pussy. No one’s ever held me down like this.
“I’m trying to go easy on you.”
“I don’t want easy,” I say immediately. “I want rough and hard.”
Fuck yes. It’s been five years, and I want to be fucked as though I’m irresistible. I want to feel like the sex kitten he says I am. I want dirty, hot, rough sex and I want it now.
He raises an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that?”
Not really. “Yes.”
A grin spreads over his face, his eyes mirroring the wildness inside him. “If you want me to slow down, bite me.”
“What?”
His mouth smothers mine before I can finish asking what he meant, and at the same time he shifts his hips brutally forward. I scream into his mouth as his cock impales me, every inch of him buried in my tight pussy. His lips pull away from my mouth and then he pulls out suddenly only to hammer into me again. Holy fuck. It hurts—it’s raw, but I can handle it. My yell rebounds harshly in the room, and then his palm wraps around my mouth, his middle finger pushing between my lips.
Silas holds me down as his hips grind against mine. There’s no mercy in his thrusts, and every one of them knocks the air right out of my chest. My lips wrap around his finger, but I don’t bite down. Sweet pleasure rides up my spine, spreading all over my skin when he presses his lips against my neck. They’re sweet kisses, almost an apology for his brutal thrusts and holding me down and silencing my moans.
I can see Silas bent over me in the closet mirror. The image of myself splayed beneath him, helpless, sends a thrill to my heart. It’s fucking shocking. It’s wrong, but I love it.
“My cock aches for you. Do you feel it throbbing inside you?”
I do. Every inch of me is wrapped tight around every inch of him.
My body trembles as he pounds me, his hips connecting with mine in a loud, wet slap that makes me gasp in pain and pleasure. Then he lets go of my wrists and reaches down to touch me. He pinches my clit, and ecstasy floods my brain as he fucks me. I’ve never been with a man like this, who actually knew what he was doing. I wrap my arms around his neck, howling into his hand. I need to keep quiet, but I can’t when every part of me wants to scream with the sheer ecstasy of him taking me.
Then he pulls out completely, and I clench at the air, feeling empty without him. His hand slides from my mouth as he grabs my waist and flips me over. His wet cock presses against the back of my thigh as he digs into my head and yanks me to my knees. The back of my head screams as he tightens his fist around my hair.
“I am going to fuck you until you’re numb.”
The roughness in his voice cuts into me, punctuated by the thick pressure digging into my pussy. I cry out as he sinks into me, marveling at how different he feels. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, naked and on all fours as a man twists his hand in my hair and fucks me from behind. This can’t be real—I can’t really be getting fucked by the man I lusted after for weeks. Then his body weight bears over mine and he pulls my hair so that I twist my head to receive his brutal kiss. Then he comes—I know it because he lets out this long, drawn-out groan and I feel his cock jump inside me. I collapse over the bed as he snakes his arm around my tits, sque
ezing them as his other hand plays with my pussy. He’s still hard, and he fucks me as he presses down on my clit. My breath tries to catch up with my heart, and then I come apart in his arms. My body spasms as he pulses inside me, his hand on my pussy suddenly intolerable as I clench hard.
“Oh my God!”
This night is a list of firsts. Never blown a guy. Never been fucked from behind. Never had an orgasm during sex. Never been fucked so hard that I turned into a puddle of water in his arms.
I go limp, breathing hard as he rolls on his back, his arms still wrapped around me. My hands and feet tingle as I lie against his chest, digging my fingers into his damp hair. I don’t feel the tips of my fingers.
“I’m numb.”
He makes a sound of laughter through his nose as his hand strokes my body. His nails slightly drag over my skin. I could sleep in his arms like this. Then a crushing realization dawns on me. I can’t spend the night with a man. I’ll never be able to fall asleep in someone’s arms.
And that just kills me.
I just want to milk this moment for a little while longer and forget about the fact that I’ll probably never have this experience again.
“Have you been in the city before?”
“Yeah,” he says in a loud exhale. “Grew up here.”
His voice sort of has a despondent tone. God, what I would give to live a day in his shoes. What makes someone want to kill people for a living? How the hell do you even get into that line of work?
“Wow, where did you live?”
Suddenly his hands stiffen on my body and the warmth seems to draw from them. “A few places around the city.”
“Like?”
“What’s with the twenty questions, hon?”
There’s that word again. It sends a pleasant shiver down my spine, even though he sounds annoyed. “I’m just trying to get to know you.”
I just want to remember every detail of this night, that’s all.
“There won’t be any getting to know me. This is just a one-time thing.”
My chest tightens as the truth sinks in, and he stares back at me with nothing in his eyes to suggest anything but the truth.
“Just one time?”
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