Page 263 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
But Silas had done it for me, and I would never forget that.
His hands circled my waist, warm and possessive, and he couldn’t stop touching my bare abdomen. The gold of my outfit shimmered with every movement, but it was his gaze—fixed and reverent—that made my pulse flutter.
“You look so fucking stunning, baby,” he murmured, rocking us gently to the music. “You took my breath away.”
I melted into him, swaying as his large frame guided mine. “I wanted to surprise you,” I whispered. “Luckily, Kiran helped me out.”
He hummed in response, brushing his lips over my neck through the sheer scarf pinned in my hair. The gesture was tender—almost reverent.
All around us, our guests laughed and chatted over the remnants of food and drink. The room had shifted into something warmer, more relaxed. I was so glad we’d kept it small—intimate. A grand, luxurious wedding would have made me feel like an imposter.
This felt real.
He leaned in, voice low and meant only for me. “Shall we get out of here?”
“Yes,” I sighed, my cheek resting against his chest.
It had been an emotional day. Too much. Just enough.
And now I just wanted to be alone with him.
My ex-stepfather. Now my husband.
It was twisted.
It was hot.
And it was just one more knife in my mother's back.
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Lawrence was busy dropping people off, so Silas drove us home in his sleek burgundy Porsche. My fingers inched up his thigh toward his crotch.
I thought I’d be sad today without my dad—but seeing his younger sister, meeting cousins I never knew I had… it filled something in me. It soothed the ache. And now? I was down for whatever Silas wanted tonight.
His cock was rock hard, straining against his trousers. I slid my palm over it, pressing down with slow, deliberate pressure.
“Ten minutes until we get home,” he rasped.
“Mmm. You sound frustrated,” I teased, tracing the shape of his head through the fabric.
“Wait until we get home,” he muttered, his voice dark and tight. “There’s no one there to save you.”
I smiled. “Do you know what I want?” I asked, curling my fingers to cup him properly.
His eyes flicked to me—brief, dangerous—before focusing back on the road.
“Tell me,” he said, his jaw clenching.
“I want this cock in my ass tonight,” I murmured.
His slow exhale did something to me. He hit the accelerator, the Porsche surging forward, and when I tried to move my hand away, he caught my wrist and pressed it right back down.
“Keep it there,” he growled. “So you remember exactly what’s going to wreck you tonight.”
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“You’ll break your back!” I screamed, laughing, as Silas lifted me clean off the ground.
