Chapter 10
Everly
He was trying to hold back, but I didn’t need him to. My hand slipped past the open zip, curling around his heavy balls. I wasn’t here to play nice.
I wanted to erase her from his memory and leave him with nothing but me.
He hissed and gripped my head.
Yes.
I sucked harder, devouring him until the thick crown bumped the back of my throat.
I swallowed—bitter chocolate, sweet raspberry, and the raw taste of him coating my tongue.
“Relax your throat, toy,” he growled.
Ah. So he was still sore about me calling him my toy.
I let go of his balls and gripped his trousers, ignoring the throb between my thighs. I opened wide as he pushed—gentle at first, then harder. Impatient. Desperate to claim me.
He was lodged in my throat, stretching me open, my heart pounded, then he punched down my throat. I gagged, closing my eyes when they began to water.
“Good fucking toy. Let me fuck your throat,” he rasped, dragging me closer, burying himself deeper down my throat.
I clung to his thighs as he began to move—slow, brutal thrusts that made my eyes water and my throat ache.
“Look at you,” he snarled, voice frayed with lust. “Taking it like you were made for my cock.”
My nails bit into his skin, but he didn’t stop. He gripped my hair, guiding my pace like I was his personal plaything—his to use, to train, to own.
And I let him.
Because this wasn’t just power.
This was possession.
“Yes! Fuck, yes,” he roared, holding me against him until I was pressed into his trousers.
I felt him jerk and expand, but he quickly pulled back.
“Open and don't swallow,” he panted, fisting himself rapidly while I gasped for air.
I blinked in shock when the first jet of hot come hit my lips and tongue. He grunted as more come filled my mouth. I held my mouth wide open, receiving every last drop of my prize.
How he had anything left in his balls was beyond me. Yet he filled my mouth.
He sighed, smearing the remnants on my lip. I released his trousers, stretching my aching fingers.
He crouched down beside me. The mousse glass in hand and proceeded to spoon it into my mouth.
“Now you can swallow,” he said with a smirk and tapped my nose.
I swallowed everything down, the salt, sweet and bitter.
When I licked my lips, he gathered my face in his hands and kissed me—slow and deep, like he wanted to taste every sin we’d just committed.
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It was strange but pleasant sharing a bed with someone. Silas had me tucked into his chest, and even in sleep, his possessive hand remained on my thigh.
Mother was due home tonight.
I couldn’t wait to see her face when she walked in and realised she hadn’t just lost her husband.
To find that her own daughter had replaced her.
She was obsolete—a has-been.
No job. No house. No money.
A destitute little tramp.
I absently circled my fingers on Silas’s chest. His plan was perfect. I wanted her to see what an animal he really was with me. We’d give Animal Planet a run for its money. I snickered quietly.
“What mischief are you up to?” Silas growled.
“I’m innocent,” I said sweetly, glancing up and batting my eyelashes.
He grunted but didn’t hide his smile.
“Innocent, my ass. You wore me out,” he muttered, even as his morning wood rose between us.
“I’m so sorry. How can I make it up to you?”
Any trace of sleep vanished from his face. His eyes lit up, sharp and wicked.
“Oh, I’ve got a very good idea,” he said, sitting up.
Two hours later, I waddled downstairs to the dining room and gingerly sat on the damn plug he’d insisted on.
It was not a very good idea.
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We stared at the van as more parcels continued to pile up in the hallway.
“Do you think he overdid it?” I asked Connie.
“This is nothing compared to what she used to spend,” she muttered, shaking her head. “So much waste.”
Silas was catching up on some work, which gave me some free time.
“So, you and Silas,” Connie said, nudging me with her elbow.
“United by a common enemy,” I replied lightly.
“I’m gonna have my popcorn out tonight,” she chuckled.
“What are you two plotting?” Silas grumbled.
Startled, I turned to face him. His usually slicked-back hair was tousled, and his shirt hung open enough to reveal the top of his chest. His hands were stuffed into his trouser pockets. Even at home, he stuck to formalwear—and it suited him far too well.
“Just waiting for the parcels to stop,” Connie said dryly.
His eyes settled on me.
“You look hungry,” he murmured.
“She just ate lunch,” Connie said, almost affronted—then paused as she realised what he meant. “Oh… I’m too old for this.”
She walked past Silas, muttering and shaking her head.
“What did you do?” I asked, waving my hands at the mountain of packages.
He stepped behind me, sliding his hands beneath my hoodie.
“You’re mine now, Everly. Not for months, not for years—for life,” he murmured, cupping my breasts. “If I want to buy you shit, I will.”
“So romantic,” I whispered.
He squeezed, leaning in close, his breath warm against my ear.
“You can’t deny how much you love being my little fucktoy, can you?”
His fingers pinched tighter around my nipples. He didn’t hold back. I hissed at the sting—but when I clenched, I felt the damn plug he’d left in me.
“How much you love taking my cock?” he murmured, dragging his lips along my neck.
The deliveryman passed again, arms full of boxes.
“Yes,” I gasped, and he released me, his hands dropping to my hips.
“By the time we deal with this delivery, it will be time for your next load.”
The fucking psycho.
But he was a hot psycho.