Forbidden Grumpy Boss (Damaged Daddies #2)

15. Leah

Chapter fifteen

Leah

I shouldn’t be doing this.

This is a bad idea—dangerous, even. I really shouldn’t be doing this. But fuck, I can't stop myself.

Silas’s hands are all over me, and I’m not pushing him away. In fact, I’m practically melting into him. My fingers digging into his back, dragging his shirt off as fast as I can manage. My back hits the hallway wall, and I let out a small gasp. But Silas is there, pressing me harder against it. His mouth finds my neck, biting just enough to make me moan, and I swear I hear him chuckle under his breath.

I can feel my wetness dripping into my panties.

The music thumping from the living room is like a distant echo now, muffled, replaced by the sound of our shallow breathing and frantic movements. My legs rub together, and my clit throbs like it has its own beating heart.

This is reckless.

But maybe that’s why I’m doing it. After months of pent-up frustration and lonely nights, I’m in Silas’s arms again, just like that night in the car. Only this time, we aren’t stopping.

He kisses me with the kind of hunger that leaves no room for second-guessing. My body is already reacting, every nerve ending sparking like it’s been waiting for this. For him.

But my mind . . . My mind’s spinning in circles. What if Caleb walks in?

“What if Caleb—” I manage to gasp out between kisses, but Silas doesn’t even let me finish. His hands slide down to the back of my thighs, lifting me off the ground like I weigh nothing.

His body is hard, muscles taut under my hands as I wrap my legs around him.

“We’re going to my bedroom,” he growls, voice thick with lust, carrying me toward his bedroom. “And’ll lock the door.”

I can feel the thick heat of his erection pressing against me, making it clear just how far this is going. My body practically throbs in response, and it’s embarrassing how ready I am, how much I’ve craved this.

I know I should say no, should stop this, but my body doesn’t agree.

His bedroom door kicks open, and before I can even process the fact that we’ve made it here, he’s tossing me onto the bed. I land with a soft bounce, my breath catching as I stare up at him, standing at the foot of the bed, shirtless now, and staring down at me like I’m the only thing he’s ever wanted.

It’s heady. Dangerous.

His bedroom is exactly what I’d expect—sleek, modern, cold. Like the version of Silas that I thought I knew. There’s no warmth, no softness. Just sharp edges and expensive furniture. The bed is king-sized, covered in crisp white sheets that I’m about to ruin.

I barely have time to catch my breath before his hands are on me again, pulling my dress over my head and unhooking my bra like he’s been doing this his whole life.

The cool air hits my skin as my breasts fall out, making my nipples harden. His eyes darken even more as he watches. I can see the desire in his eyes, and I can feel the increasing wetness between my legs.

“You’ve been thinking about this too, haven’t you?” His voice is dark and teasing, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth as he takes me in.

I swallow hard, heat pooling between my thighs. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” He arches a brow, fingers trailing down my neck and my chest, until they reach the waistband of my panties. “Liar.”

My heart skips a beat as he runs a finger through my panties’ waistband without removing it, his mouth following the trail his hands made on my body. There’s no pretense, no hesitation. He’s devouring me, and God, it feels so good.

“Your scent is intoxicating,” he murmurs against my skin.

I should feel guilty. And I do feel guilty, but it’s drowned out by the throbbing desire taking over my brain. I’m letting this happen because I want to. And that’s the most dangerous part of it all.

“Leah.” His voice is hoarse as he pulls away, breathless, his eyes locked on mine. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

I want to ask him why now? Why, after all this time, after everything, is this the moment we’re doing this? But the words die on my tongue when he leans in again, his mouth capturing mine in a kiss that’s even rougher than before, and I forget how to think altogether.

There’s something intoxicating about this. The power he has, the way he makes me feel like I’m the only thing that matters right now. He pulls me to the edge of the bed, his lips tracing a path down my neck and my chest, until they reach the waistband of my panties like the last time.

“Just take it off,” I rasp, almost pleading. “Just rip it off and let me feel your finger inside me.”

“Tell me how much you want it.” His throaty voice isn’t doing my moist depths any favors.

My butt lifts off the bed slightly. “I can’t think of anything else, Silas.”

His fingers slip under my panties, teasing me, sliding through my wetness, and I gasp at the sheer electricity of his touch.

And then, with one swift movement, my panties were gone.

His hand slides between my legs, and I gasp, back arching, grabbing onto him like I might float away if I don’t hold on tight enough.

“You’re already so wet for me,” he murmurs against my skin, his fingers circling my clit with just the right amount of pressure.

“Shut up.” I try to sound tough, but it comes out breathless, and the smirk that crosses his face tells me he knows exactly how much control he has over me right now.

Silas keeps circling my clit with a taut finger. Waves of pleasure flood through me. My eyes squeeze shut like I can’t bear to keep them open, and my legs quake from his touch. He traces a finger along my entrance, and I grind against it, almost impaling myself on his finger.

“Open your eyes, Leah,” he instructs, and I follow his order obediently.

“What are you going to do to me?” I ask, my voice dropping low.

He doesn’t respond; he just drops his pants in one swift motion. His pants hit the floor, leaving him in just his black boxer briefs, and the sight of the thick bulge straining against the fabric makes me bite my lip.

“I’m going to fuck you till you can’t string words together.” His eyes gleam with such desire that I feel a tremble pass through me. “I'm so hard it’s starting to hurt,” he says, pulling his briefs off. “You see what you do to me?”

I suck in a sharp breath, my eyes taking in every inch of him.

I’d forgotten how big he was. And for a moment, I wonder if this was a mistake.

“Fuck.” I gasp when he wraps his fingers around his cock, stroking it lightly from base to head.

Every thought in my head vanishes the second he presses against me, the heat of his skin searing mine, his body heavy and solid as he climbs over me.

“Tell me you want this,” he says, his voice low and rough, his breath hot against my ear.

My heart is racing, and every nerve in my body is screaming yes , but I still hesitate for a fraction of a second. Is this just about revenge? About hurting my father?

Or do I want Silas for reasons I can’t admit to myself?

“I want this,” I whisper, and the second the words leave my mouth, he’s inside me, filling me in a way that makes me cry out. It’s overwhelming, the rush of pleasure so intense it almost hurts. But I don’t want him to stop.

“Oh God,” I moan, fingers digging into his back, and he groans in response, hips moving faster, harder, like he’s been waiting for this moment as long as I have. “Jesus, you feel so fucking—Oh my God.” I hold him tight, feeling him fill every inch with my wetness.

“You feel better than I remembered,” he says, his voice tight with control, like he’s holding back, trying not to lose it too soon.

I can’t form a coherent thought, much less a response. All I can do is cling to him, lost in the sensation of him moving inside me, the heat of his body, the sound of our ragged breathing filling the room.

There’s nothing gentle about this. It’s raw and desperate, both of us taking what we want without asking. The dirty words he whispers in my ear send shivers down my spine, making me arch into him, needing more, needing everything.

“Fuck, Leah,” he growls, thrusting deeper, his hands gripping my hips so hard I know there’ll be bruises tomorrow, but I don’t care. “You’re mine tonight.”

And I don’t disagree. I can’t. Not when he’s making me feel like this.

My legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of him, and he responds with a deep thrust that makes me see stars. I’m close, so close. And I can tell he is too, his pace quickening, his breathing ragged.

“You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you?” His voice is hoarse, thick with need, and all I can do is nod, my body already tightening, the heat building to an unbearable peak.

“Mhmm,” I gasp, barely able to speak, and then I’m falling, the orgasm crashing over me like a wave, and I’m lost in the sensation, in him.

I squeeze around him as pleasure assails me. Silas doesn’t stop. He keeps driving into me, sending me into a world I can’t comprehend. All I can see, all I can feel, is him. Just him.

He follows right after, groaning my name as he finds his own release, his body shuddering against mine before collapsing onto the bed beside me.

For a moment, there’s only the sound of our heavy breathing, the room still buzzing with the aftershocks of what just happened.

I stare at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath, my mind still spinning.

That was . . . intense. And Jesus, intense sounds like an understatement. My legs feel like jelly.

And then, without really thinking about it, the words slip out. “I haven’t been with anyone since Rome.”

He turns his head to look at me, brow furrowing slightly. “What?”

I don’t know why I said it. It’s not like it matters, not like we’re together or anything. But now that it’s out there, I can’t take it back.

“I haven’t slept with anyone since Rome,” I repeat, my voice quieter this time, unsure why I’m even admitting it. “I mean, I’ve dated and done some stuff, but actual sex—” My voice trails off.

He doesn’t say anything for a moment, just stares at me, and I can’t tell what he’s thinking. But then his phone buzzes on the nightstand, breaking the silence.

It’s Kane. I can see the name on the screen.

“I have to take this.” Silas sits up, running a hand through his messy hair before answering. “Kane, hey. What’s up?”

I watch him, still lying there, my heart pounding for reasons I can’t explain. Why do I feel like this? Why does it feel so different this time? My depths still throb from the pleasure, missing his cock.

“England?” Silas’s voice pulls me back, and I blink, trying to focus. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner, Kane?”

I sit up, pulling the sheet around me as he listens to whatever Kane’s saying on the other end. I don’t know why, but I feel uneasy.

The voice on the other end is loud enough for me to catch every word, even though I’m still too dazed to process them fully.

“They want to meet you and your family before they agree to the deal. It was bloody last minute, is what it is.”

Silas sits up, rubbing a hand over his face. “When?”

“I’m not sure yet. But it’s likely this weekend.”

There’s a pause. Then Silas glances down at me, his brows furrowing in thought. “You, your son, and your fiancée,” Kane adds, as if on cue.

Silas glances at me, raising an eyebrow. “A family trip.”

Family trip?

As soon as he hangs up, I narrow my eyes at him. “What was that about?”

He frowns, leaning back on the pillows, looking deep in thought. “We have to go to England, Leah. You up for that?”

A trip to England. With Silas. And Caleb. Pretending to be his fiancée. I should say no. I should definitely say no.

Instead, I find myself nodding. “Sure. Why not?”

What the hell am I doing?

As I curl up next to him, resting my head on his chest, my mind starts racing again. Am I doing this to get back at my father? Or am I falling for Silas all over again?

I don’t have an answer. Not yet.