Page 192 of The Midnight Order
“If you don’t stop prodding at me, sweet girl, I’m going to lose control of my better nature. You’ll be tied to this bed, bled until I’m satiated, and fucked until my cock is limp. So, if you have any self-preservation left, use it.”
She fights for air and can’t answer because my hand still holds her hostage, but her answer comes in the form of an elongated roll of her hips over my dick.
My eyes roll back, and I arch into her, asking for more. No, I’m pleading for more.
Even if I’m the one holding her captive, she’s the one in control.
She’s the puppet master, and I’m her willing little doll.
“Do it,” she whispers, and my hand goes lax around her throat.
“Silver, I can’t—” I shake my head, tossing her off me.
She bounces as she lands beside me on the bed. “You can. Do it.”
Pacing with an erection isn’t a good look for me, but here I am, in a complete meltdown, with a throbbing cock between my legs. Tugging my hair, I stop to look at her. “You can’t mean that. I know you’ve been trusting of us, more so than you should be, but that’s too risky.”
“So get one of the others… You know what, don’t get one of the others. I want this experience to be just between you and me. Like I had with Jasper.”
I swallow over a burning lump building in my throat. “Silver?—”
She stands, pulling her top off over her head. Her perfect breasts spill out, as she has no bra on beneath her shirt, and I’m biting my fist as I watch.
I’m still convinced I can talk her off the ledge and change her mind, but I’m wavering.
When her pants drop, and she takes her panties with them, I’m backing towards the television stand, gripping the edge—the wood creaks. “I don’t know if Corvin… This isn’t a good idea.”
She seems to consider it for a moment and then turns and crawls up the bed, giving me the perfect view of her ass. And fuck, her pussy from the back as she reaches the pillows…
She lies on her back, opening her legs and letting them fall slack.
“You’re toying with something I don’t think you fully understand yet.”
“So teach me.” Her hand slides down her stomach, and before I can think better of it, I’m striding into the closet and ripping open the chest of toys Corvin and I have in the corner.When I breeze out of the closet, rope in hand, Silver’s strumming her pussy like she’s creating a beautiful song for me to work to.
“You’re trying to fucking kill me, aren’t you?”
She doesn’t answer, only sinks two fingers inside her tight heat.
“Fuck, sweet girl.”
Forgoing Lowell’s archaic rules, I use my enhanced speed to tug her limbs toward each corner, tying her up with rope to each bedpost, leaving the one she’s currently riding for last.
She whimpers at the loss when I take it away.
“Soon, you’ll have what you need. But first, I’ll have what I need.”
She lifts her head, watching as I rip my clothes off and toss them all over the room.
Corvin will have my head for that later.
I rush over to her, and the bed slams into the wall from the force. My cock slides over her warm center, and I drag it lazily from entrance to clit, teasing little moans out of her.
They’re my favorite thing.
She turns her neck, offering herself to me.
I drop into the column, inhaling her scent like an addict before nipping her ear. “You’re perfect. I hope you realize how much power you have over us. Even now. What’s your safe word?”
