Page 271 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
His free hand snapped up, gripping my jaw—not painful, but firm enough that my eyes flew open.
“There she is,” he murmured. “My pretty little wife.”
My chest tightened. “Silas—”
“No,” he cut in softly, dangerous in the quiet. “You said you’re sorry. You said you wouldn’t bring her into our bed.” His thumb pressed under my chin, forcing my face higher. “She is nothing to me.”
His smile was dark and unbearably confident.
“See?” he whispered. “You get wetter every time I tell you she means nothing.”
My breath hitched; embarrassment and arousal tangled in my stomach.
He leaned closer, lips brushing my cheek—but not kissing. Not giving. Just hovering like a promise.
“Say it,” he murmured. “Say you’re the only woman I’ll ever fuck.”
I swallowed, heat burning through me. “I—I am.”
“That’s right,” he crooned. “My wife. My obsession. My favourite toy.”
His fingers thrust deeper, harder now, deliberate—just shy of overwhelming.
“You think I’m angry because you mentioned her?” His mouth reached my ear, voice a low, lethal caress. “I’m angry because you still think you’re competing with someone I already buried.”
The words hit like a physical shock.
“Silas—”
“Shh.” He dragged the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip, smearing spit. “I’ll talk. You listen.”
A shiver went through me.
“I don’t want you thinking about my past but our future,” he said, tone dropping lower, darker. “I want you thinking about the way I put our baby in you days after she signed the damn divorce papers.”
His fingers curled inside me, hitting that spot that made my vision blur. A cry tore out of me before I could stop it.
My entire body clenched around him.
He felt it. Of course he felt it.
“Oh… you liked that,” he breathed, stunned and delighted. “You’re giving me something she never could?”
I whimpered—because he was right.
His lips finally touched mine, a slow drag, a dark seal. He swallowed my gasp, my breath, my surrender—like he’d been waiting all night to claim this exact sound.
When he pulled back, just enough to speak, his voice was nothing but devotion sharpened into madness.
“After this,” he murmured, eyes burning into mine, “there won’t be a single piece of you that doubts who you belong to.”
“Fuck me, Silas,” I whispered feverently, gripping his cheeks. “Feed me every last drop. It belongs to me.”
Something snapped behind his eyes.
He grabbed my thigh and dragged it up his hip, forcing me open wide for him. I gasped as the head of his cock slid against me—hot, heavy, unmistakable—and his whole body shuddered like the contact alone nearly finished him.
“Say it again,” he rasped, voice breaking apart at the edges. “Say I belong to you.”
