“Off.”
Evie licks her lips, turning her head to look into my eyes. I brush a strand of hair from her face, twirling the wine-colored strands between my fingers as the scrap of cotton falls away. Her nipples are hard, peaked and waiting for me. The scent of arousal is thick in the air as I circle, marveling at my Evie—at her perfect fucking body and gorgeous mind. At the way her light and sins dance so gracefully with my demons.
“So fucking beautiful.”
A needy whimper falls from her lips as I flick my thumb over one of her peaked tips, repressing the urge to drop to my knees and capture them between my teeth.
“Silas, please,” Evie pleads, her eyes dropping to my mouth. “I need you.”
“Soon,” I rumble, slipping behind her until the full curves of her ass are before me. “But first, your punishment.”
36
EVIE
Igasp as Silas shoves my head down, the cool white sheets pressing into my cheek. His feet kick mine further apart, exposing all of me to his assessing gaze.
“Hands stretched in front.”
My heart pounds as I do what he says, every beat sending a rush of heat surging through my veins. Shame pricks at me as that small, mocking voice whispers that this is wrong, that I’m nothing if I let Silas fuck me. But then his firm hands are on my ass, caressing the soft curves before there’s a sharp slap.
“Did you forget your last punishment so quickly?” Silas is already there, rubbing away the sting as I cry out, but his words are punctuated with another slap, this one on my other cheek.
“No,” I pant, gripping the sheets as I remember the way he forced Mark’s head into my pussy, angling his mouth around my clit as he gasped for breath—and then murdered him for touching me.
“Did you like using him?” Silas asks.
My pussy clenches as his palm lands a third slap across my sore flesh, and god, it feels like I’m flying. Like the heady mix ofpain and pleasure is distorting reality, pulling me into that cherished in-between.
Slap.
“Tell me the truth, Evie.”
“Yes!” I cry out, shame heating my face with self-loathing—knowing, and not quite caring, that it’s probably as red as my ass. “I enjoyed the way you forced him to fuck me with his mouth. How you controlled my orgasm, even when you weren’t touching me.”
I press my face into the sheets before he can see the tears fall. Because that’s the worst of it. My dark dirty secret. Jonathan forced me to take those photos when I was younger, forced me to suck on bananas or other phallic-shaped things before I knew what people paid for on the dark web. And worse. So much worse.
I’d been innocent then. A child. As much as I hate to admit it, Jonathan scared me, changing some intrinsic part of me forever. I know I wasn’t to blame then—but right now, in this moment, I like the way Silas uses me.
It feels wrong to crave Silas’s control when some people would consider his dominance similar to the pain I suffered… but it’s different. And I think I’m finally understanding why. Silas is harsh and brutal, but he’d go to hell and back to find me. To keep me safe.
“Shh,” Silas coos, shifting as he drops to his knees behind me, pressing soft kisses to the red marks his hand left. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“You killed him,” I whisper, which only punctuates how seriously fucked up I am. But my voice isn’t shaking for Mark. No, I’m trembling for a different reason as Silas’s hands grip my ass, his fingers grazing over the slickness between my thighs.
“Yes. Does that bother you? Does the fact that I’d kill anyone for touching you make you want to run?”
“No,” I confess. His movements still, and then his thumbs arespreading me, parting my ass to expose everything. Warm breath trails along my inner thigh, fanning over my pussy as he speaks.
“No,” he agrees, licking up my center, teasing my aching core. “Because you’re fucking mine, Evie. From now until forever, you’re mine. It’s time to show you what that means.”
A half-moan, half-gasp slips from my lips as Silas holds me open, licking and sucking and nipping everywhere. Never have I been so exposed—so completely seen, body and soul—and it feels so good, so fucking good, not to hide. To arch into his ravenous feasting, unashamed. Free.
Before I know what’s happening, I’m flipped over, thighs spread around Silas’s face. The subtle scrape of his stubble teases my skin as he dives back in, sucking my clit, causing that delicious tension inside me to coil tighter.
“Oh god,” I pant, arching into him, needing more. “I’m so close.”
“You taste so good, baby,” Silas says between licks. “I could stay between your legs forever, feasting on your sweet cunt.”
