Page 35 of Closer Than You Think
And against all reason, against every instinct screaming at me to run, I find myself nodding.
“Okay,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “I trust you.”
Relief flashes across Silas's face, and he presses a soft kiss to my forehead. “Get some sleep,” he says, stepping back towards the door. “I'll be right outside if you need me.”
“So that’s it?”
“For now.”
“No. I don’t think so.” With one quick move, I pull my sweater over my head to reveal my bra, a dark crimson lace.
“What are you doing?” he asks. I can tell he’s straining to hold himself back.
“You’re not going to just bring me here and lock me away in a room so you can ignore me.”
“That’s not—” his words fade as I slip my jeans off and step out of them. I watch his eyes rake over my body and love the way he’s struggling to control himself.
I’m still confused, hurt, angry. But the one thing I know, the one thing I can grab hold of, is this physical connection we share. So I refuse to let him leave me without indulging in it.
“I know you want to fuck me, Silas. I know you want to feel my tight pussy wrapped around you.”
With one quick stride, he stands in front of me, his heaving breath caressing my face.
“Trust me, angel. You don’t want to play this game.”
“Oh I think I do.”
His hand comes up to wrap around my neck, squeezing my throat with a calculated force.
“You know how I get with you, baby,” he says, pressing his face against mine. “You know once I start, I can’t stop until I’m spent. Until I fuck you so hard you can’t walk right.”
My eyes flash with eagerness and he presses his erection against my hip.
“That’s what you want, huh?”
I nod as best I can with the barrier of his hand on my neck. He squeezes again and then lets me go, pushing me down onto my knees.
“You want this so badly, how about you show me?” He unzips his jeans and frees himself for me. I watch his heavy cock bob up and down, before he grabs my chin in his hand and presses the tip of himself to my lips. “Open wide and take it all. I’m going to fuck this precious little mouth like it’s your pussy.”
Before I can even agree, he shoves himself inside me, choking me with his girth. My eyes water from the sudden intrusion, but I relax my throat and let him in deeper. He groans as he starts fucking my mouth.
“You love it when I punish you.”
I moan around his cock, my core clenching in response to his rough words and even rougher touch. He tastes salty and musky, and I revel in the fact that I can bring him to this brink of ecstasy. His other hand grips my shoulder, anchoring me in place as he thrusts even harder.
“Look at me, angel.” But I’m lost in the rhythm, trying not to gag as he quickens his pace.
He threads a hand through my hair, tugging me back as he pulls out of my mouth. “I said, look at me,” he growls, his voice dripping with lust and authority.
I meet his gaze, my chest heaving from his rough treatment. His green eyes burn into mine, a tempest of lust and barely restrained fury.
His grip in my hair tightens, and he growls, “You're mine. Understand?”
Terrified and aroused, I can only manage a shaky nod.
With a growl, Silas pulls out of me, yanking me to my feet and spinning me around so I’m pressed against the cold wall. He grabs my wrists and holds them with one strong hand above my head, stretching me out for his taking.
“I've dreamed of this,” he hisses in my ear, grinding his erection against my ass. “You, helpless and at my mercy.” He pauses, licking a trail up my neck. “Just like the first time I fucked you,” he whispers in my ear.
