Page 89 of Silk and Sirens

Sex had always been unstimulating, just an act I participated in when I was bored. I got far more satisfaction from the dominance, from breaking my partners down and forcing them to come over and over again, than from the physical pleasure itself.

But with Aeris … everything was different.

She fought me even with a blade at her throat, eyes blazing with raw defiance and unwilling lust. It was in the way she moaned, the way her cunt pulsated around me as if begging for more. Desperate no matter how brutally I fucked her.

She made me lose control.

And I fucking needed it.

“Tell me whose cunt this is.” I dragged the flat of the blade lightly down the side of her neck, just enough to make her shiver.

“Fuck—” The word broke into a moan as I angled my hips and hit that spot deep inside her. “You.”

I chuckled, her body wound so tight that forcing the orgasm out of her this quickly would almost hurt.

Good.

This was her punishment for making me crave her like this, for burrowing so deep under my skin that I couldn’t think of anything else. I wanted her to feel exactly how little control she had left. How easily her body gave itself to me, even when her mind still tried to fight.

“Such a needy little slut,” I taunted, holding her gaze hostage in the reflection. “Look at how you submit to me.”

Aeris was beautiful in her rage, her cursed moans spilling out like the greatest fucking symphony I’d ever heard. Her cheeks were flushed, makeup smeared, and lips parted on broken cries as she took every brutal inch.

She even pushed back against me desperately, her walls fluttering around my cock. I tightened my grip on her hair, forcing her to keep watching us in the mirror as I drove into her faster, harder.

“That’s it,” I growled, dropping the knife so I could reach down and circle her clit. “Let me feel this greedy little cunt come on my cock.”

Her orgasm seemed to tear through her, her entire body seizing so hard as she came she dragged me over with her.

My hips jerked, and I buried myself to the hilt with a guttural groan. I stayed inside her heat for a long moment, my cock taking its time to go down.

Jesus-fucking-Christ. Her submission was an addiction, even more so because she made me work for it. Like it was a gift.

Slowly pulling out, I watched with dark satisfaction as my cum immediately began to drip down her thighs. I should have been more concerned with the fact I’d fucked her bare, but I’d been lost in the moment. A rare snap of my control. It had been reckless, and yet I felt zero regret. Only this intense need to mark her. Own her. To make sure she carried a piece of me long after she walked out of this bathroom.

I knew she was clean, having stolen her medical records as soon as I knew this was inevitable. She was also on birth control, which made sense …

The thought of what Selene was making her do ignited something dark and vengeful inside me.

Tightening my fist in her hair, I wrenched her head to the side and claimed her mouth in another brutal kiss. There was no tenderness. I wanted to erase every other man who’d ever touched her, like I could rip Selene’s ownership out of her with nothing but my tongue and teeth.

A sharp pain, the taste of blood forming on my tongue. Pulling back, I licked along my bottom lip, right where she’d bitten me.

“Are you finished?” she asked, her eyes glinting with that familiar insolence. “Vivienne’s waiting.”

I clenched my jaw until it ached, every instinct screaming at me to ignore her words.

I didn’t want to walk away. I wanted to press her against the mirror again and fuck her until her legs gave out, until she was sobbing and creaming on my cock so loudly the whole fucking restaurant would hear who was ruining her.

And then I wanted to keep her. I wanted to erase those memories that haunted her eyes. Erase every flinch at a gentle touch. Every instinct that told her softness was a trap.

But I couldn’t. Not yet.

That kind of hunger could get her killed, not to mention she wasn’t ready. Clearly she had problems with intimacy. Not sex, but affection. Gentleness. She could handle being grabbed, pinned, and fucked hard, but anything else set off her fight or flight. So I forced myself to step back, even though it felt like ripping my own skin off, because that was what she needed in that moment.

Reaching behind me, I unlocked the door. Aeris hadn’t known it, but she had never been in any danger, and I saw the tension leave her shoulders as soon as she realised I’d never have allowed anyone to see her like this.

It took effort, but I left her there to recover.