Chapter 12
Everly
I was utterly wrecked—and I loved it. From the slick sweat trapped between our bodies to the way he refused to leave mine, keeping every drop of his come plugged inside me.
Our child would be wanted. Loved.
I could work from home, raise my baby. I’d already checked the maternity leave policy—twice.
“Can we do that again?” I asked, my voice muffled by the bedding.
“Oh, baby,” he chuckled, kissing my shoulder. “We’re going to do that again and again. As many times as you want.”
I smirked.
Looked like I’d given Silas Voss a second shot at life.
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I paced the bedroom floor, ignoring the plug—though every movement reminded me it was there, stretching me open. It didn’t help my nerves.
Silas sat in the armchair, watching me like I was a show put on just for him. Calm. Unbothered.
She was on her way. Lawrence had picked her up from the airport and was delivering her home, straight into the fire we’d built.
I wasn’t a child anymore. She couldn’t bully me. But still—
Old insecurities had a habit of clawing their way back up.
“Come over here.”
My head snapped up.
“If you need something to do,” he drawled, slipping off his robe, “get on your knees and worship my cock.”
I glanced at the time. It might work.
I slipped off my robe and tossed it onto the bed, then lowered myself to my knees in front of him.
This was exactly what I needed—a distraction.
I ran my palms over his thighs, tracing the fine hair over firm muscle. The clean scent of him pulled me closer. I leaned in, tongue out, turning my head to reach his low-hanging balls. I circled one slowly, then pressed a kiss to it.
That was all it took—he began to thicken in front of me, heavy and rising.
“My little toy knows how to worship,” he murmured, fingers curling beneath my jaw. His thumb stroked my cheek, slow and approving. “I hope you remember how to swallow.”
I kept my eyes on him as I swallowed one of his balls, suckling gently. He hissed, his grip on my jaw tightening. I flicked my tongue around him before shifting to the other, giving it the same attention.
“My god, Everly. You don’t have a clue what you make me want to do to you,” he muttered.
Oh, I did. And that was the point. I wanted to watch him fracture. To make him lose control.
I gripped his length, let his ball slip from my mouth, and slowly traced my tongue from the base to the tip. He was already slick. I wanted to taste every inch of him—every bump, groove, and vein.
When I began to worship his cock, his hand slipped from my face, and his head fell back. He groaned, eyes to the ceiling, breathing my name.
Everly—not Eris.
I wrapped my lips around the hot, swollen head.
He’d earned it.
“Yes,” he hissed, gripping my head. “My perfect little cock-sucker. Swallow.”
I relaxed my throat, knowing I’d pushed him too far. He pulled me down as he thrust up. One gag—and I forced myself to breathe through my nose as he sank deep inside.
Saliva dripped down my chin as I held my jaw open for him, taking everything he gave me. Loving every second of his loss of control. He didn’t disappoint. He moved me up and down his length with purpose.
Even as he fucked my mouth, I thought of her—
The moment she’d see me with Silas.
I slipped my hand between my legs.
The anal plug reminded me of how he’d take me—while she watched.
His balls slapped against my chin, and I blinked. Then my nose pressed into the soft hair at his base. He held me there as I swallowed.
A vibrating sound made him curse, and he pulled away. I gasped for air and watched as he picked up his phone.
“Showtime, baby. ETA is ten minutes,” he said, moving closer and holding out his hand.
This was it.
I blinked through my tears and wiped my chin.
“Let’s do this,” I croaked, my throat wrecked by his dicking.
“Good girl. I won’t ever let her harm you, Everly. I’m sorry I didn’t see what she was doing to you,” he said softly, taking my hand and pulling me up.
“You didn’t owe me anything, Silas,” I whispered, swallowing the lump in my throat as my eyes welled with tears.
If my own mother didn't care about me, how did I expect her husband to? It just felt good to be acknowledged.
He stared at me for a long moment before wrapping his arms around me, hugging me so tightly it knocked the air from my lungs.
“I got you, babe. I’m never letting you go,” he murmured, kissing the top of my head. “Even if you want to leave me—you can’t.”
I laughed through my tears and slapped his arm.
“Now let’s fuck you up,” he said gleefully.
And just like that, something inside me blossomed—soothing away a piece of my pain.
While Silas grabbed the lubricant, I checked my reflection in the mirror and fixed my hair. The last time I saw Eris was two years ago. I wasn’t that weak girl anymore.
“On the bed. Face the door, Everly,” he commanded, voice sharp.
“Yes, sir,” I muttered with a salute, catching sight of the towel he’d laid out.
How messy was this going to get?
I crawled onto the bed and knelt on the towel, facing the door. His hands—warm and heavy—rested on my ass.
“Remember to relax and breathe, just like we practised with the plug,” he murmured.
I nodded, but my body betrayed me—I automatically clenched around the plug when he started to tug. I took a deep breath and forced myself to relax. It was harder than I expected, the tension buzzing beneath my skin.
The pressure didn’t stop. He kept pulling.
“That’s my girl,” he said, and I heard the cap flick open on the lube.
The towel felt rough beneath my hands and knees, but I gripped the white cotton and kept breathing deep.
Then I felt him.
The wet, swollen tip of him—
Wider than the plug. Wider than his fingers.
His hand settled on my hip as he pressed forward, slow and steady.
I softened for him—only him—Silas.
I hissed as he stretched me open.
“You’re doing so well, Everly. Let me in, baby,” he groaned, shuffling closer until I felt the mattress dip.
When I felt the blunt head slip inside me, he grabbed me with both hands.
He pulled me back as he forged his way forward.
“Yes. Oh yes,” I moaned, pushing back to meet him.
“You like that, baby?” he growled, pushing deeper.
My back arched, head tipped up. The sting dulled with each stroke as he rocked his hips in a slow, claiming rhythm.
Then I heard the click of designer heels on the wooden floor outside the door.
I grinned, eyes fixed on the door.
Let her see.
Let her walk in and witness what I’d taken from her—
Her ‘husband.’
“Yes, I fucking love it. Fuck my arsehole, Daddy,” I screamed just as the door opened.
Silas didn’t disappoint. His hands gripped my shoulders, and he began to thrust—hard and fast.
My breasts swung with every brutal stroke, my cries blending with his deep, guttural grunts. I was in heaven.
She stood frozen in the doorway.
A form-fitting royal blue dress hugged her surgically-enhanced curves. Her hair was blown out into soft, polished waves. Her face was a mask of shock—meticulously painted and framed by fat, botoxed lips hanging open in horror.
Then she screamed.
The sound echoed through the room as she flung her coat and purse to the floor like they’d burned her.
“Daddy, fuck me harder. Fuck my virgin arse,” I cried just as his balls hit my pussy.
Her face twisted into the hatred she’d always hidden.
“My good little fucktoy. Such a beautiful set of holes for me. So much tighter than your mother’s,” Silas drawled, slowing his hips to a punishing grind that made me feel every inch of him.
“How dare you?” she screeched at him. “Get off her. Stop it.”
“You've been replaced, mother,” I said coolly.
Silas shifted behind me, pulling me upright until I was kneeling. I rested against his chest, panting, flushed, utterly claimed.
“You little bitch. You should have died with your father,” she yelled as she looked at my naked body.
The words sliced deep. I didn’t flinch, but Silas’s hands left my waist and moved to my chest—possessive, grounding.
“You can see I went for the upgrade,” he said, squeezing my breasts, voice laced with venom.
“Silas—” Eris blinked, finally rattled. But her eyes were dry. Crocodile tears.
“You're the bitch. You signed the divorce papers. You ran off to fuck your boss. I owe you nothing,” he said coldly. “Not even pity.”
“W-what?” she stammered, as if her world had just caught fire.
Silas didn’t spare her a second glance. He simply rolled his hips, forcing a moan from my lips. My head tipped back as he filled me—slow and deep.
“If you’ll excuse me,” he said, voice low and cruel, “I need to come in this tight virgin arse. Get out of my house.”
“Everly, please. I—come with me,” she said. “I’m still your mother.”
I laughed, but it was hollow. Just like she’d made me for years.
“Don’t worry, Mother,” I sneered, turning my head enough for her to see the satisfaction on my face. “You’ll have a grandchild in nine months.”
Silas laughed behind me, the sound low and brutal, his chest vibrating against my back.
“Your daughter had a nice virgin cunt, bled all over my bed. Young, fertile, and she’s all mine.”
“If you don’t mind, mother, we need to finish—unless you want to stay and watch,” I added.
Silas got the message. He wrapped his forearm around my neck and started to fuck me with savage thrusts. My breasts bounced with every slap of his hips.
His hand slipped between my legs.
“Yes,” I moaned as his fingers circled my clit.
The door slammed, but neither of us paid attention to the screaming threats and swearing outside.
“Goddamn, Everly,” he rasped, pushing me face down onto the bed.
He covered my body and began to jackhammer inside me. His movements were so violent that he dragged my knees along the bed.
I closed my eyes as my empty pussy began to clench. The tension peaked, and I cried into the bed.
“Yeah, baby, come on my dick,” he groaned. “Take my jizz up your arsehole.”
Pleasure exploded as I came hard and fast. I felt something soak my thighs. My body trembled.
“Fucking. Tight. Arsehole,” he rasped, thrusting harder with each word until I felt his cock jerk.
Silas poured himself into me. His cock swelling even as I gripped him in my ass. I sagged on the bed, gasping for air.
“Fuck,” Silas panted. “You squirted all over us.”
“Good thing you put a towel down,” I rasped.
Not only was I satiated—but my mother was cast out.
Silas kissed my cheek.
“Seriously though… Daddy?”
I giggled into the pillow. “It was for dramatic effect.”
He chuckled low in his throat, then paused. “I kind of liked it.”
There was a beat of silence before he spoke again.
“Are you okay?”
I turned my head, resting my cheek against the bed. The question hung there, unhurried. The truth about my mother was finally out. It gave me permission to stop grieving the idea of her. To let go of the hurt I’d carried so long, I forgot what it felt like without it.
“I feel lighter,” I said softly. “I really needed this. Thank you.”
I glanced back at him.
The crease in his brow eased, replaced by something gentler.
“Anything you need,” he murmured, brushing a kiss to my shoulder. “I’m here for you.”
I made a face.
“Well… right now? I need a shower.”
He laughed and began to pull back, fingers skimming down my thigh as he withdrew.