The tight coil inside me snapped, flooding through every nerve like a dam giving way. My head tipped back, eyes rolling as the rush overtook me. He plunged back inside me. I clenched around him, uncontrollably, dragging him with me until he groaned my name like it tore out of him.
Somewhere among the ecstasy, I felt his hot seed. The one he’d promised me. I wrapped my legs around him and held him close, refusing to let him pull away, not when he was still emptying himself inside of me. My breath shook. My body trembled.
And when I finally opened my eyes, I stared over his shoulder… at the bedroom where my mother once told me she wished I’d never been born.
Chapter 9
Silas
My heartbeat slowed, and I turned my head, blowing her hair out of my mouth. I didn’t move off her—not because she clung to me like a limpet, but because she’d willingly given me a piece of herself.
This hadn’t felt like sex. It felt like an awakening.
Eleven years of marriage had reduced me to a monthly ritual of joyless fucking. A bodily function. The comparison hit hard.
I slipped my arm beneath the pillow, pulling her closer, and kissed the curve of her neck. Her muscles contracted around me—tight, involuntary, like her body couldn’t help but hold me in.
I chuckled as my cock hardened.
Her full breasts pressed softly against me, a perfect contrast to the greedy cunt that had just claimed every drop I had.
If she milked me like that every time…
Maybe one heir wouldn’t be enough.
When I tried to move away, she moaned—soft, reluctant—and her legs locked around my waist.
“Greedy little fucktoy,” I murmured, brushing a kiss against her temple. “I need to check for damage.”
Her eyes fluttered open, dark and heavy-lidded, and for a moment I just stared into them—soulful, spent, and mine.
With a faint, satisfied smile, she finally released her grip on my back.
I straightened and spread her thighs, pulling out slowly. Red smeared down my cock. My mark.
She didn’t flinch. No tears in her eyes.
I pried her open gently, watching the mess I’d made. My come, thick and white, buried deep in its new home. Right where it belonged.
“Does it hurt?”
She shook her head.
I didn't tell her that there was a massacre between her legs, but she got the bloody sheets she wanted.
I stood, walked to the ensuite, and ran a towel under hot water.
Because toys were no good broken.
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I messaged Connie to leave our lunch by my door. Everly talked about school and then university. I felt an uncomfortable twinge of guilt for never taking time to get to know her. I left all that to Eris.
Once she’d finished eating, I left the tray outside the bedroom.
“How are you going to tell her about us?” she asked as I returned to the bed.
I’d valiantly waited a whole four hours, and I didn't want to talk about Eris.
