Page 273 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
His name slammed through my head like a brand, echoing and echoing as my body shuddered violently around him—as if my orgasm belonged to him as much as I did.
“Good. Fucking. Toy,” he grunted, pounding me into the mattress with each word until my hips ached.
When he finally let go, I felt his hot come fill me up—not just the moment itself, but the weight of the vow threaded through it. His promise. His claim. His devotion twisted into something feral and irrevocable.
My last thought before the darkness claimed me was that I needed to do this again.
Perhaps in a few months… while I recovered in a wheelchair.
Chapter 21
Silas
Technically it wasn’t our wedding night anymore, but I hoped she understood—fully, unequivocally—that Eris was null and void in every corner of my existence.
When Everly’s hands slipped from my body, I lifted my head to check on her, only to find her eyes closed, lashes still trembling from the high I’d dragged her through.
I was about to murmur her name when the clock caught my eye.
5:48 am.
Hm. This was a new one. I knew it was early morning—but fucking her into a coma?
Result. She’d never question me like that again.
A low chuckle escaped me as I pressed a kiss to her cheek, careful not to disturb her.
My little mama needed her sleep.
I eased myself out of bed, grabbed a handful of tissues, and tended to her as gently as I could. She didn’t stir, too exhausted and just breathing softly with one leg still kicked out to the side. It made my job easier.
When I was done, I folded everything neatly and set it aside before pulling her into my arms. God, she fit against me.
I closed my eyes and breathed her in—us in—warm skin, tangled sheets, the heat of the night still clinging faintly to her.
A few hours of rest.
Just a few.
Then I could start all over again.
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I stared at my phone.
Connie:RED ALERT! Eris is here, and she’s refusing to leave.
I was on my feet immediately. Jacket in one hand. Laptop slammed shut with the other. My chair was still spinning when I strode out of my office.
“Cancel everything for the afternoon,” I said to Harriet as I passed.
“But—”
“All of it.”
“Yes, Mr Voss.”
I was already dialling Lawrence to bring the car around. Of course, Eris had seen the news. The media were bloodhounds—one headline and they’d dug up everything.
