Page 58 of Silk and Sirens

“We’ll probably have to kill her.”

“Exactly.” His hands moved with lazy amusement. “So you may as well get her out of your system first.” He paused, then added with a feral smirk, “If you don’t … I will.”

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Rage burned through me, and Lang let out that strange, wheezy laugh of his, shoulders shaking.

“See?” he signed once he’d caught his breath. “You think I haven’t noticed the way you look at her? She’s the only woman that’s ever held your attention for longer than it takes them to suck your cock.”

“That’s because she pisses me off. I’m not interested in Aeris.”

“You’re so busy protecting Bas and me that you’re letting your dick collect dust,” he signed, clearly enjoying himself far too much.

“Lang. Drop it.”

His grin only widened as he flipped me off. Why the hell I’d chosen a mute, annoying, bloodthirsty prick like Langdon as a friend, I’d never know.

“Seriously,” Langdon continued, because of course he fucking did, “you need to put yourself first for once.”

“Lang …”

“Look, I get you have mummy issues.”

“I don’t have fucking mummy issues,” I hissed. I didn’t have a mother, so how could I possibly have issues?

His fingers flexed. “But your dick will literally fall off if it isn’t used.”

I dragged a hand down my face, exhaling sharply.

The truth was far simpler, and something Langdon never really understood. I was too busy, making sure Sebastian didn’t fall over the edge and Langdon fucking survived his addiction to starting fires. Busy being part of an empire that bred corruption and lies.

Langdon enjoyed sticking his dick in everything, and while I enjoyed it on occasion, it was more the power I got off on. On having control of the way a woman’s body responded when I took it apart. I fucking loved making them come, hard. It was the most satisfying to the point I didn’t always need penetration. Simply watching them shatter because of what I did to them fed something dark and possessive inside me.

I met Langdon’s eyes with a flat stare. “My dick is fine. Worry about your own.”

He smirked, signing quickly, “You sure? Because from where I’m standing, you’ve been celibate longer than a ninety-year-old monk.”

Flipping him my middle finger, I reached into my pocket and scrolled until I found Aeris’s number.

Me:

Meet me at Thorns next Saturday.

She read it almost immediately.

Tempest:

I don’t remember giving you my number.

Me:

Get used to me taking things.

Saturday. Thorns.

Don’t be late.

Chapter 26

Aeris