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I cling to him, and he’s not gentle when he takes me. I bury my face in his neck to muffle the sound I make, unable to get close enough, needing more, so much more.
“Look at me. I want to see you,” he says, cupping my face, making me look at him.
I bury my fingernails in his shoulders and nod as he thrusts again, hard and deep and impaling me. A sound comes from his chest, his throat.
“Fuck. O. Fuck you are so tight.”
He’s big and my body needs a moment to adjust.
“I can’t be gentle,” he groans, and I know he’s trying to hold back.
“I don’t want you to be gentle. I want you. I want you, Silas Cruz,” I say, taking his face in my hands and making him look at me now. “I want you as you are. I want you so deep inside me I will always feel you. AndI want to watch your beautiful face, your eyes when you come inside me.”
At that, he smashes his mouth against mine, cupping my head, burying himself in me, impaling me deep. But it’s not enough. I can’t get close enough. I want more. I want all of him. I cling to him, kissing him, as his thrusts come harder, our eyes locked, his dark, so dark.
“Jesus. Ophelia.”
Our kisses are no more than a colliding of lips and tongues and teeth. He’s more animal than man, wild and feral, my Silas. He shifts both hands to my ass cheeks and watches me as he brushes his fingers over my tight hole. I moan, my clit rubbing against him with each thrust. When he pushes his finger into my back hole, I cry out, coming hard, harder than I’ve ever come before. In the periphery of all that blood pounding against my ears, I hear him call out my name as his fingers dig into my cheeks, and his cock pulses inside me. His mouth is still on mine when I feel his release, feel him come inside me, and all I can think is I have him inside me now and I know this is it for me. I know. I know that I’m in love with him. I have been for a long time, since I was a girl.
I realize I’m crying when he pulls out of me, tugs his pants up but doesn’t bother to close them before gathering me in his arms, taking a seat on the couch and cradling me against him.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks, pressing my cheekagainst his chest. “Fuck. I should have been gentler. Shit, Phee, did I hurt you?”
I curl into him, shake my head so he knows he didn’t hurt me. He’s so big, so much bigger than me, and when he wraps his arms around me it’s the safest I have ever felt. Ever in my life.
“Silas,” I start, because I need to tell him. I need to say the words. I need him to know how I feel, how this is real for me. But I don’t get to finish. Neither of us gets to say another word because the door slams open, crashing against the wall, and that’s when I realize the orchestra has stopped playing. And there, standing in the doorway, are Sly and Ethan Fox and three police officers behind them.
18
SILAS
“What the fuck?” I’m on my feet in an instant. I set Ophelia on the couch and drape the dust cloth over her lap, covering her as I tug my pants closed.
“Well, Phee, this is certainly not what I expected out of you,” Sly Fox says to Ophelia who is staring wide-eyed, face burning red. “You, though? Well,” he gestures to the police officers who enter. I grab my shirt up off the floor, tug it on. “You I’d expect no less from.”
“Mr. Cruz, you’ll need to come with us.” One of the cops moves behind me, while the other two flank me.
“What the hell is going on?” I ask.
“Really? As if you don’t know?” Sly asks, gaze shifting to Ophelia. He shakes his head. “It’s evil, what you’ve done to that girl.”
“Sir, we need to head to the station,” a policeman says, taking my arm.
“What for?” I tug free.
“Cuff him,” Sly tells them as Ethan picks up Ophelia’s dress and throws it at her.
“Get dressed, for fuck’s sake,” Ethan snaps, noticing the ruby choker on the stool and sliding it into his pocket.
“Mr. Cruz, let’s go.”
“I said cuff him,” Sly says and one of the officers takes out his handcuffs.
“What’s going on?” Ophelia asks. She stands and wraps the dust cloth around herself. I look over at her, those tears still wet on her cheeks and I realize I’ll never know what she was about to say. When she meets my eyes, I see fear in hers.
“There’s been a fire,” Ethan says, moving toward her, gaze roaming over her, his lip curled in disgust.
I want to step between them, to keep him from getting too close to her, but one of the officers cuffs me while the other two grip my arms and keep me from her.
