Page 60 of Midnight Queen

The sad truth is only one person has ever said those words to me. And that was Lucy. She was the only one who has cared about me enough to say such powerful sentiments. Not even my parents. And that’s why I will cherish this moment for the rest of my life.

Swallowing hard, I try to rein in the emotion clogging my throat. “They might not seem like they’re enough to you, but they’reeverythingto me, Silas,” I tell him once I can talk. “I love you too, and I’m pretty sure I have since the night you bought Ira’s roses. And I—”

Like he’s no longer able to resist it, Silas’s hand twists into my hair and his mouth collides with mine, cutting off whatever else I was going to say, but it’s okay. I already told him what he needed to know.

My body begins to heat from his touch and when his tongue licks into my mouth, my clit pulses between my legs. That’s all it takes for my body to want him. One kiss and I’m full of need.

Silas’s hands grip the back of my thighs before lifting me off the ground. My legs wrap around his middle on instinct, causing my heels to fall to the tiled floor.

My fingers run through his hair, ruining the perfectly styled strands. Behind closed doors, perfection doesn’t matter.

His cock hardens under my ass, and I grind against it, making a growl form low in his throat. “What have I said about teasing me?”

“Can’t recall.” I smirk against his mouth. “Why don’t you remind me?” Just to drive my point home, I grind harder against him until his fingers dig so painfully into my thighs, I’m sure they’ve added to my growing collection of bruises.

My world spins and tilts so fast, I swear my eyes go cross-eyed, but when my back lands on the surface of his large wooden desk across the room, things begin to come back into focus.

His teeth nip at my bottom lip while he tackles the button of my black jeans. “I told you if you continued to do so that I could have you flat on your back with my cock buried in your tight cunt in a matter of seconds.”

Stretching lazily below him, I glance at the small clock on the other side of the desk. “Well, you’ve got me on my back, but there’s not a cock in sight and you’re running out of time. Ticktock, Mr. Laurent.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, my love,” he says between the kisses he trails along my jaw. “We have nothing but time.”

One of us has more time than the other,the dark floats through my head, acting as my daily reminder that there’s a time on this and one day it’s going to run out. Before the thought can fully take hold and drag me under, Silas sucks on the pulse point on my throat, pulling me back to the present.Which is where I need to remain.

“Lift your ass,” he orders when he begins to yank my pants down. “I would rip them from your body, but you still have to walk out of here and I’d prefer you didn’t do it naked.”

Because I never learn, I smirk, “I’m sure they’d prefer if I did.”

The scowl that crosses Silas’s face would make grown men shake in fear, but it only makes my smile grow.

“You think that’s funny,Mon Soleil?” His fingers grip the thin fabric of my thong, and with a tug, he rips it from my body completely. “You’d permit others to see you naked?” He questions in a snarl that promises retribution. “You’d let others see this pussy that belongs to me?”

“Depends on who’s out there—” my taunt ends in a surprised gasp when he delivers a sharp slap to my pussy. “Oh my god!” My cry is a mixture of pain and pleasure.

I’ve never been slapped there like that, and it’s something I never would have expected to like, but it only causes the throbbing in my core to intensify.

I rear up into a sitting position, which I figure out was his plan all along when his fingers wrap around my jaw, and he tilts my face up closer to his.

“One day you will push me too far, and then what will you do?”

“Revel in it,” I grit out before scraping my teeth across his stubbly jaw. “And reap my reward.”

His hand releases me so he can pull the short-sleeved black top over my head. When he finds I went braless today, his nostrils flare, but he doesn’t comment on it.

“You think I would reward such behavior?”

I palm his dick through his slacks. “I don’t think you’ll do it intentionally, but in the end, any way you touch me is a reward.”

“Maybe I just need to be more creative.”

“Do your worst,” I taunt, a wicked grin on my face.

With a heated look of his own, he backs away and methodically removes his suit jacket and his black button-down. His movements are purposely slow to further antagonize me.

I can talk a big game, but Silas knows he’s got me right where he wants me. Naked and needy, my pussy all but dripping onto his desk.

“Lie back, spread your legs, and put your feet on the desk,” he instructs once the only thing he wears is his slacks. “I want to see every inch of your wet cunt.”

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