Chapter 22
Everly
My camera was off for my meeting, and I’d caught their exchange through the window. I couldn’t hear the words, but I watched what little remained of my mother shrivel up and die.
I practically danced back to my desk, grinning like an idiot as I slid my headset on.
Whatever Silas had said to her was brutal. Vicious in a way only he could be.
I just hoped this meeting wouldn’t drag on—because my husband deserved to be rewarded.
He’d stopped by my office during the meeting, just long enough for our eyes to meet before I waved him off.
Forty minutes later, I messaged him to meet me in our bedroom.
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His shoes tapped along the wooden floor outside our bedroom, and a shiver ran through me when the handle pressed down.
The door swung open.
Silas stopped dead in the doorway.
I knelt on the rug, naked, exactly where I wanted him to find me.
Shock flickered across his face before something far darker took its place.
The door shut behind him with a heavy, deliberate thud.
My gaze lifted slowly from his polished shoes up to the hunger blazing in his.
He moved toward me slowly, measured, each step deliberate. Instead of stopping, he circled—once, twice—taking me in from every angle before finally coming to a halt in front of me.
“Are you hungry, Everly?” he drawled, voice low with amusement and something darker.
My eyes flicked to the strain in his trousers before I let a smirk curl my lips and looked up at him.
“Almost as hungry as you, dear husband,” I fired back.
He held his hand out.
“Not on the floor in your current condition,” he said—firm, protective, but very much acknowledging the hunger between us.
I placed my hand in his, and he pulled me up with ease. His other hand slid to my bump, his palm warm as his fingers spread wide across it. The heat of that claiming touch went straight through me.
He leaned in slowly, his breath brushing the shell of my ear, the kind of closeness that made my pulse stutter.
“Lie on the bed with your head on the edge and I’ll give you what you need,” he murmured close to my ear.
A shiver rolled down my spine, heat tightening low in my stomach.
Yes, work could wait. We both needed this.
He never let go of my hand until I was on the bed. I sat for a moment to watch him yank his tie off. His eyes burned as he took me in, lingering on my breasts before settling on my belly.
“We get to see if it’s a him or her next week,” he murmured, working on his shirt buttons.
I nodded with a smile.
“Do you have a preference?”
His fingers paused for a moment before continuing.
“None, although I’m more fearful if we have a daughter first.”
“You can’t protect everything 24/7, you know,” I said, shaking my head.
His lips turned up at the corners.
“That’s what you think.”
I opened my mouth to answer—and then he yanked his shirt free from his trousers, baring his chest in one smooth, impatient motion. The white fabric crumpled on the floor.
“Hm,” I hummed, trying to remember what I’d been about to say.
The words had fled altogether. His chest, his eyes, the way he moved—it wiped my thoughts clean.
I moved when his hands reached for his waistband, lying back and pulling my hair free until it trailed down the side of the bed.
“My good little toy,” he murmured as I heard his zipper. “You don’t know how lucky you are that you followed my instructions earlier.”
Heat rippled through me at the sound of his voice alone—low, approving, threaded with that dangerous fondness he reserved only for me.
I was so occupied with my thoughts that I didn't notice him grow closer until the thick, swollen head tapped my lips. I leaned my head back and opened for him—my husband.
He teased me, circling my lips like a predator.
I rubbed my thighs together in anticipation and curled my tongue up to touch him.
He laughed and tapped my lips again, swatting me with his length. I glared at him, but that only made his smile widen.
“I think I’ve spoiled you.” He grinned, reaching down to grip my breasts.
My body was heated and sensitive. I arched up into his touch. His response was instant. His grip tightened before he massaged me. My breath caught at the back of my throat, only for him to tug on my nipples.
A soft, helpless sound slipped out of me.
The look on his face shifted—hunger sharpened with something far more possessive—as if the smallest reaction from me fed something feral inside him.
Heat rippled through my chest, spreading outward in a slow, sweeping bloom that made every nerve stand on edge.
He watched the way I responded, every tiny flinch, every catch of breath, like he was cataloguing it, claiming it, owning it.
When he ground himself over my face, I reached up to wrap my fingers around him. I licked beneath his cock as he pressed himself against my face.
“Good girl,” he said, resting his balls over my mouth.
He didn't need to say anything. I teased my tongue around one, then the other, before sucking them. His fingers bit into my breasts as he groaned.
“Fuck, Everly. That mouth. Open wide,” he hissed.
I quickly gathered some saliva in my mouth before opening up for him.
He not only protected me from my mother today, but he also helped me get to know my Dad’s family. I remained cautious at first because it was difficult for me to trust others.
A knot loosened in my chest as I thought about it—how he’d stood between me and everything that used to break me, how he’d handled each moment like it was nothing while I was still learning how to breathe through the old wounds. Gratitude pressed at my ribs, warm and unfamiliar, almost aching.
He pushed his cock into my mouth, and I felt for his trousers, trying to draw him closer. He filled me up, gently rocking while I sucked.
This was me thanking him in a way that we both loved. He worshipped my body with care and precision. But today I wanted him to lose control.
I wanted him to take from me, to use me, to let whatever he’d held back all day break loose.
My lips pursed around him, and I moaned long and low, feeling the vibrations between us before flicking my tongue.
He cursed before he hissed out a long breath. I tugged on his trousers, trying to bring him closer.
“So that's how you want to play today, baby?” he murmured, too controlled to be anything but deliberate.
“Mm-hmm,” I hummed since it was rude to talk with my mouth full.
The air shifted, and I felt the tension in his thighs as his muscles flexed and hardened beneath my touch.
“I hope you don’t have any more meetings today that require you to speak,” he said, releasing my breasts.
My heart raced, not in fear but excitement, from the gauntlet he threw down.
The change in him wasn’t something I saw—it was something I felt.
A controlled darkness rolled off him, settling heavily in the air.
His hands slid beneath my head with a deliberation that made my pulse leap, each movement too steady, too intentional, as if he were anchoring me in place.
“Give me that throat, little toy,” he said, his voice low and husky.
I tried to nod, but failed.
He hit the back of my throat once, twice, testing me before he thrust forward, instantly stretching me open until my pussy clenched.
“There you go,” he crooned. “Nice and open for me to use now.”
I hooked my hands around the back of his thighs. My eyes watered when he began to rock back and forward, but I held myself open for him.
His fingers tightened, and he began to thrust harder, pushing more of his length until I felt him in my neck. My throat pulsated around him as I tried not to gag at the sudden brutality.
“Fuck, I can see my dick in your throat,” he grunted, continuing his savage pace. “Ruined.”
I was ruined a long time ago, but I rebuilt myself, hardened my core and being with Silas allowed me to breathe again. Ironic, really, since I was struggling to regulate my breathing through my nose.
“Everly,” he panted my name.
Mine.
His wet balls brushed against my nose, and I opened my eyes. My face was dripping wet from his erratic movements. I inhaled deeply before tightening my lips around him to create more friction. I cupped his balls, rolling and tugging on them.
“Fuck, baby! I’m gonna blow,” he snarled, pumping his hips back and forth.
Then I felt him swell in my throat, and he groaned. With each groan, I felt his hot come spurt out. He pulled back, leaving his cock in my mouth, allowing the remnant of his come to coat my tongue. I swirled my tongue around his sensitive tip until he gasped.
Damn. Men were so easy.