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His eyes raked over me with that familiar heat I craved. “Then tell me where you want it.”

“I’ll show you,” I murmured, and the elevator continued up.

Floor 10…11…12…

I tilted upwards, kissing him, a bit unsteadily. Why was I feeling anxious all of a sudden? Silas didn’t move an inch, his eyes a pair of gray steel, watching me closely. The kiss he returned to me was hollow—barely there at all.

He had his guard up, and I wasn’t sure why. Other than the car, I hadn’t really made a move tonight. Really, I hadn’t ever been this forward when there wasn’t something on the line. Not like Silas had in the bar—practically announcing to the world our attraction for each other.

But now, I was making it known that I wanted him. I was telling him what I wanted. I removed all boundaries, having no reason to conceal the desire that was burning deep inside me anymore.

And it felt so fucking good, that I didn’t want to even try.

I edged forward again, stopping just before our lips met. He jerked toward me this time, clearly trying to close the distance, and I pulled back before he could, teasing him.

His lips curled at me and his arms slid down to my sides.

“You’re going to piss me off, doing that.”

“You’ll get over it,” I taunted.

His hand shot up, fingers gripping around my neck, squeezing tightly. He pushed me backwards by the throat, pressing me further into the wall of the elevator. Despite my soft gasps for air, his lips and teeth caressed my lips as he kissed me.

“You think I won’t break you, Noah. But I will. Don’t forget—” He pressed his lips into mine again, still holding me firm. “You asked me not to treat you like you were fragile.”

My hands found his wrist, and our eyes locked.

That’s what Silas didn’t understand. I wanted him to break me. Into a million, tiny shards.

Shatter me.

“Harder,” I forced out, breathlessly.

His eyebrows rose at first, then a low growl of approval escaped his throat once he realized my request. He obliged, his fingers squeezing tighter around my neck. There was no air now, and the white stars that filled my vision gained a music of their own, humming up into my lips, cheeks and eyes. Silas watched me flounder in his grasp, my eyes surely bulging, pleading.

But he didn’t stop.

I knew Silas would take me there. To the edge. He’d take me right there because I asked him to. Slowly, the stars started turning from white to black, and my cock pulsed in my pants.

Right there.

He released me and I choked, sputtering into his chest. Oxygen flooded my body like a rush of cold air, and I gasped as though I’d just broken through the surface of water.

I clutched to Silas, and the moment my lungs had their fill of air, I took my fill of him, kissing with an intensity unmatched, reaching for his cock with one hand, pulling him close with the other.

His heat, all around me, was so intense that I could barely take it. I opened my mouth hastily, desperate to feel his tongue.

The elevator dinged behind us, shuddering open, but I didn’t make any move to exit.

“Our floor,” Silas purred, between catching my lips again. He pressed hard kisses to my mouth, chin and neck.

“Click the buttons again,” I hissed, ripping at his tie. Wouldn’t be Silas if he wasn’t always dressed in the most impractical clothes.

To my dismay, he pulled away from me, a chuckle escaping him. “Come on, Raven,” he said, reaching for my hand. “I’ve got something to show you.”

I was taken aback. More than flustered. I was hot, bothered, and everything in between. And now Silas meant to lead me somewhere? I stared at his outstretched hand for a few blinks, uncertain.

Silas scoffed. “Oh hell. You’ll take my cock, but you won’t take my hand?”