Chapter 7
Silas
Everly was caught out—and still pretending. She must’ve thought I was born yesterday.
Virgin? Please.
It was a stupid fucking lie. And yet… she moved closer. That defiant little mouth of hers stayed shut, but her steps were steady. Bold even.
Almost like she had something to prove.
The agreement was more than fair. Generous, even.
So why the theatrics?
Unless… she wasn’t lying.
And if she wasn’t—fuck.
I swivelled my chair around slowly.
“Slide those down,” I said, pointing to her sweatpants. “Then sit on my lap.”
She’d turn and run.
Any sane girl would.
But she didn’t.
The black material slid over her thighs and dropped to the floor. She stood there—bare-legged, wearing pale pink cotton knickers. Simple and innocent.
I reached for her waist and pulled her forward, guiding her down onto my thigh. She swayed, but I held her steady.
Right where I wanted her.
I cupped her heat, tracing a finger along the warm cotton. She sucked in a sharp breath, but I didn’t stop. I dragged my finger slowly around the edge of her underwear.
Then I paused.
She was wet.
My eyes snapped up.
Hers were closed.
“Would a virgin be this wet?” I murmured, teasing her open with the tip of my finger.
Her hand shot up, gripping my shoulder, nails digging through the fabric of my sweater.
“Try me,” she goaded, voice tight.
“Yeah?” I breathed, pushing a finger into her heat. “You want to take her place? You want to be my little toy?”
She was tight. Then she clenched—trapping my finger. It didn’t stop me. I eased back and pushed deeper—until I hit the soft, unmistakable barrier.
I froze.
She smirked.
“I’m not a fucking liar.”
A virgin. Everly was a virgin, sitting on my lap with a wet pussy and defiance in her eyes.
“Let me take care of this,” I said, sliding my finger free.
“If you’re going to be my toy, you need to learn how to take me.”
There was no hesitation—only lust simmering in her eyes, dark and deliberate.
I brought my finger to my mouth and sucked her arousal from it, slow and deliberate.
“Mmm,” I murmured. “Delicious, fertile pussy.”
This wasn’t about patience anymore. I’d been hard for her since breakfast.
I yanked her sweatpants back up and wrapped my hand around her wrist, hauling her toward the door.
She didn’t speak. Didn’t resist. Just followed—silent, composed, complicit.
But when I turned toward her old bedroom, she dug her heels in.
“No,” she said quietly. “I want my blood on your bed.”
I stopped.
She looked up at me without flinching.
She knew exactly what she was asking for.
She wanted her first time—her blood—on the same bed her mother used.
She wanted to be fucked there.
She was just as twisted about Eris as I was.
“You’ll make the perfect toy for me, Everly.”
I stepped in close, my voice dropping. “You want me to fuck you—breed you—on my old marital bed?”
She nodded.
Something primal twisted in my gut. I stifled a groan.
She hated Eris more than I did.
And that made her perfect.
I changed direction and led her into my bedroom, nudging her inside and closing the door behind us.
There was no escape.
She didn’t look back.
She sauntered to the bed, turned, and sat—like she owned the room.
I tugged my sweater over my head and began working the buttons of my shirt.
“Strip,” I barked, the word hard and final—when I caught her teeth grazing her lower lip.
Her eyes were glued to my chest. Then lower.
She stood. No hesitation. No modesty. Just obedience.
The slippers came off first—her feet were as dainty as her hands. She couldn’t be more than five-foot-two, but her presence filled the room. Defiant. Quietly bold.
It was the kind of heady contradiction that made me want to coddle her and ruin her in the same breath.
The sweatpants hit the floor as I reached for my belt.
She pulled off her hoodie next, standing there in just her underwear.
She stood there—barefoot, stripped down to soft pink cotton.
Petite, yes. Barely five foot and change. But God—her body was all fire and flesh.
Heavy, perfect breasts strained against the cups of her bra, a subtle jiggle with each breath. Her waist dipped in, only to flare into hips made for bearing my children. Those thighs—thick, plush, full—mocked the rest of her frame with their power.
She wasn’t fragile.
She was all hips and curves, wrapped in toasted almond skin that shimmered with warmth. I didn’t want to look away. I wanted to mark every inch of her until that glow belonged to me.
I broke into a cold sweat.
Because under all that soft, unbothered silence…
She knew exactly what she was doing.
I dropped my trousers.
Order restored.
She saw what I was packing.
I peeled my boxers down, hooking the elastic beneath my balls.
Her hand flew to her mouth. Disbelief. Awe.
I stepped closer.
“Careful what you wish for, Everly. I can’t wait to see your blood smeared all over me.”
When I leaned around her to unhook her bra, she gasped as my cock rested over her belly. I dragged the pink straps down her arms, pulling back to see her breasts. I wrapped my fingers around one, brushing my thumb over her dark peak.
“You're perfectly ripe to be bred, Everly. Life passed by, and I was too busy chasing success. But you’ll offer me your womb, take my seed and nourish it,” I murmured, tugging on her hardening nipple until she moaned and leaned into me.
My hand slid from her hip to her knickers, and I peeled them down the curve of her arse cheek.
“Isn't that right? Will you give me what your mother couldn't?”
Her underwear fell to the ground. I cupped her pussy, and her slick coated my fingers.
She released a shuddery breath and nodded.
“Pull the covers back and lie down. I’m going to give you what you asked for.
Her bare backside rose as she crawled forward—plump, perfect, sinful. I watched the flesh move, parting slightly with every motion, the subtle bounce enough to punch the air out of my lungs. I gritted my teeth and held still, my cock jerked in the air like it had a mind of its own.
Everly pulled the covers back with trembling fingers. I watched her climb onto the bed—my bed—the same one where I’d tolerated years of Eris’s entitlement.
I watched her move while I fisted myself.
Everly was different.
She lay back, thighs slightly parted, gaze locked on mine.
I stepped between her legs, gripping her knees, and pinned them to the mattress.
“Hold them there,” I rasped.
I didn't wait, I scooped up her arse and brought my lips down.
She coated my lips as I pried her open with my tongue. I circled my tongue around her entrance, tasting her while her soft curls tickled my nose.
A soft, wrecked sound escaped her throat.
I smiled against her skin, placing my hands on her trembling thighs.
“Good little toy,” I murmured, pausing to lick her pussy from top to bottom. “You’re already shaking.”
She spread across my tongue like honey and heat. I let it coat my lips, let it sink in. Then I swallowed her down with a smirk. This was mine. No one else would ever taste her like this. Not unless they wanted to die.
I pulled her open, peering into the deep pink pussy hole. Untried. Unused. Waiting for me.
“That’s right,” I growled, lips dragging across her soaked flesh. “Make a mess for me.”
When I felt her little cunt flutter for me, I stabbed my tongue in, pressing my lips against her as I tried to swallow her down. We both groaned.
She was almost ready.
As soon as I burst her open, I intended to live inside my little toy.