47. Silas
CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN
“ Y ou said you’d do anything, hmm?”
I swallowed hard, gasping in shallow lungful s of air as I nodded. “Yes.”
Her smirk widened, and I swear to God, the edges of it dug right into my spine like a brand.
She didn’t move closer. Didn’t reach for me. Didn’t need to.
Because she already had me.
Her eyes swept over me slowly, and she wet her lips, before biting the bottom one lightly. “To your knees.”
What?
A shiver rolled through my body.
Defiance or devotion.
Fear or fucking reverence.
I didn’t know which had me standing there, frozen in place, cock throbbing, body tight with the need to obey, to drop, to surrender.
“You’re not being very good for me.” She let the words linger, let me absorb them, let the shameful weight press into my skin. “I said. To your knees.”
Her fingers traced up her thighs, slow and deliberate, nails scraping slightly over the fabric of her dress, and my legs buckled, palms and knees hitting the hardwood.
“Good. That’s better.”
A violent shock of heat shot straight through me.
Her head tilted as she smiled. Predatory. Amused. In control.
She knew exactly what she was doing—exactly how wrecked I was.
My fists clenched against the floor, barely restraining the instinct to wrap a hand around my cock right there like a fucking animal.
“ Now crawl.”
The command hit me like a physical force, slamming into my chest, punching the oxygen from my lungs.
Crawl. Fuck.
This wasn’t just control. This was a claim. And I wanted it.
I swallowed hard, pulse hammering as I moved.
Every shift of my body was a confession, every inch forward was surrender.
Her lips curved into the cruelest, most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
I reached her on my hands and knees, and slowly, she lifted the hem of her dress and parted her legs, just enough to show me exactly how wet she was through the fabric of her underwear.
Fuck.
My hands shifted against the floor, nails biting into the hardwood as she shifted her underwear to the side and dragged her fingers through her wetness, parting herself, letting me see everything.
She lifted them to her mouth, tasting herself before sliding them back down, plunging inside her pussy in one, deliberate stroke. Then another. Deep and unhurried like she had all the time in the world.
A wrecked groan ripped from my throat and my forehead almost dropped to the floor, but she tangled her free hand through my hair, tugging me back up, forcing me to watch.
“Open,” she murmured.
I parted my lips, and she slid her fingers between them, pressing down on my tongue, slick and warm and her. My whole body trembled as I sucked them in, tasting her, swallowing her down like I’d die without it.
Low, muffled voices drifted in from the outside of my office. People were close.
Shit.
Heat surged through me. The risk. The knowledge that if she wanted, she could open that door and expose me just like this—on my knees, hard and aching, desperate, with my mouth wrapped around her fingers.
She leaned down, breath ghosting the shell of my ear, her voice a whisper of pure sin. “Do you still want to be good for me?”
I nodded eagerly, eyes widening as I hummed my response.
Her fingers slipped from my mouth, dragging along my bottom lip and my tongue flicked out, tasting the last traces of her.
Her voice curled around me like a thread of silk. “If you want to stop at any point, just tell me, okay?”
I nodded once, twice, my whole body attuned to her, to this sharp, unbearable edge of wanting.
“I need your words,” she murmured.
“Yes. I’ll tell you,” I rasped.
Her fingers tightened, threading deeper into my hair. My scalp prickled as she moved, stepping around me, dragging me with her like she was inspecting her prize. My thighs burned, but I stayed exactly where she led me, knees scuffing against the floor.
And then she yanked. A sharp, sudden pull that sent me lurching forward, my knees sliding, scrambling to follow, hands barely catching against the floor before I lost my balance entirely.
My heart thudded against my ribs erratically, cock throbbing as excitement licked up my spine, hot and unbearable.
I barely had time to suck in another breath before she did it again, dragging me exactly where she wanted, forcing my body to obey. My scalp burned, my pulse stuttered and fuck— fuck— I was so goddamn hard it hurt.
The edge of the desk pressed against my shoulder, the wood cool beneath my palms as I braced myself, panting, waiting, aching.
She stepped in closer, the soft fabric of her dress grazing my jaw.
Her voice dipped low. “Look at you. So pretty for me.”
A fresh shudder rolled through me. Pretty. It killed me every single time I heard it. Murdered my nerves in ways I didn’t think were possible.
“Back on your knees.”
I obeyed, muscles straining as I lifted back up, the ache a dull throb beneath the weight of my own want.
My gaze flickered to the door—just for a second.
“Eyes on me,” she demanded.
My stomach clenched at the sharpness in her voice, the absolute certainty of it, and my eyes met hers straight away.
She lifted a hand, pointing to my chest. “Off.”
My fingers moved without a thought, unbuttoning my shirt with quick, efficient movements before shrugging it off and tossing it aside.
“Shit. So damn beautiful,” she murmured to herself as her eyes flicked over every dip, every ridge, every desperate inch of me. “Lie down.”
The wood was hard against my back, soothing the fire that licked over my skin. My arms rested at my sides as I stared up at her—at the way she towered over me, at the way she slowly took me in.
Every single cell of me was hers.
And I wanted her to take it all.
She peeled off her underwear and lowered herself, straddling me, knees pressing into the floor either side of my body. Then she tugged her dress over her head and let it pool somewhere behind her.
She was so soft, so lush, so divine. I wanted desperately to trace the swell of her hips, the dip of her waist, the soft skin of her stomach, the stretch of her inked thighs.
But the second I moved to touch her, she caught my wrists, leaning over me and pressing them down to the floor either side of my head. “Not yet.”
A shaky breath escaped me, my entire body taut with anticipation as she shifted above me, her warm, bare skin brushing against mine.
She was intoxicating—her wet pussy gliding over me in slow, torturous strokes as she began to move.
“ Fuck, Lilith,” my voice was a low growl as she teased me, her hips rolling with an infuriatingly perfect rhythm.
She didn’t respond, just tilted her head slightly, watching as I squirmed beneath her.
I gritted my teeth, trying to hold on, but the way she moved, the way she rocked her hips against me, the slickness of her— fuck , it was too much.
I was getting dangerously close to the edge. “If you keep that up…”
She leaned down, lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, “I know.”
And then she stopped.
A frustrated groan slipped from my lips as she released my wrists and straightened, reaching behind her.
Foil crinkled as she tore open a condom. I wanted to ask where she’d gotten it. If she’d brought it, knowing she’d have me like this. But the words were lost as she rolled it down my length at an excruciatingly slow pace that had me cursing under my breath.
She gripped my shoulders for balance as she positioned herself and sank down slowly, taking me inch by inch.
My hands flew to her hips, holding her firmly as she enveloped me, tight and wet and so fucking perfect.
“ Cazzo,” I moaned, every coherent thought leaving my mind as my fingers dug into her impossibly soft skin.
She paused for a moment, adjusting, her chest jumping as she caught her breath. The way she held herself—her chin tilted up slightly, back arched—she was a goddess perched above me, beauty personified.
Her hips rolled slowly, experimentally, and my entire body jolted with the sensation. She was slow and deliberate as she savoured the moment.
“You look—” I started, but my voice broke off into a groan as she picked up her pace, her hips grinding down on me.
“What?” she asked between her soft moans. “Say it.”
“You—” I struggled to get the words out, my head tipping back as she moved again, sending a wave of heat crashing through me. “You have no idea how perfect you look riding me,” I finally managed.
I was losing my mind. The way she moved above me, the way her soft curves shifted with every roll of her hips. She was fucking hypnotic.
My control was slipping, the edge growing closer and closer with every thrust.
And then, just as I thought I was going to tip over, she slowed.
“Fottimi più forte,” I groaned, hands tightening as I tried to guide her back into that perfect grind, but she resisted, her smile turning wicked.
“What’s wrong? What are you saying?” she asked, her voice teasing as she leaned down, her lips brushing against mine.
“I said fuck me harder,” I snapped through gritted teeth.
She laughed softly, the sound low and sultry as she pulled back, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Not yet,” she murmured, voice dripping with control.
She rolled her hips in slow circles, her heat gliding back and forth before she picked up her pace.
Her pussy clenched tighter, breath quickening, the soft moans spilling from her lips turning sharp and desperate.
She was close. I could feel it in the way her thighs trembled against me, in the way her movements turned frantic.
My own release was building, coiling tight and hot in the pit of my stomach.
She tipped her head back, a cry breaking from her lips, pussy gripping my cock like a vice, sending a white-hot wave of pleasure crashing through me. My vision blurred, body trembling on the edge. So close—so fucking close.
Her hips lifted, pulling my cock from her, leaving me in the air.
“Lilith,” I rasped, my voice breaking as I gripped her thighs, trying to pull her back. “Don’t—don’t stop.”
Her smile was soft and wicked, lips curving into nothing short of pure satisfaction. “Not. Yet.”
I cursed, chest heaving, body strung tight with the unbearable need to finish.
She moved again, sinking down onto me before she leaned backwards, resting her palms on my shins, arching into her movements. Her eyes fluttered shut, her chest flushing pink as her breaths quickened and her moans sped up.
“I can’t,” I groaned, entire body trembling as she rode me harder and faster. “Please—”
“No.” Her body shuddered as another orgasm tore through her, but she didn’t stop, drawing every ounce of pleasure for herself while I stayed there, aching, throbbing, desperate.
“Please,” my voice cracked as I clenched my fists against nothing. “Please, I—fuck, I can’t—”
She didn’t give me an inch of mercy as she lifted her hips and pulled away, leaving me gasping, shaking, and completely undone beneath her.
“You’re doing so good,” she said with a small smirk.
“I’m not,” I rasped, my voice shaking. “I’m losing my mind.”
“No, you’re perfect.”
She slid back onto me and sped up again. Her hands travelled down, fingers gliding over her clit, and my chest clenched at the sight.
“ Please, ” I begged.
“Please, what?” she asked, eyes glittering with amusement.
“Please,” I muttered, voice breaking. “Please let me come. I need to—”
I couldn’t look away, couldn’t breathe as she chased her own pleasure, her fingers moving in tight, circular motions, body trembling as she rocked harder.
“You’re going to have to do better than that.”
She leaned forward and wrapped her free hand around my throat, squeezing firmly. My breath caught, a sharp, wrecked sound clawing its way up my windpipe as my pulse thundered beneath her palm.
“Be good for me, and beg for it,” she moaned, fingers moving faster against her clit as her body clenched around me again, tighter this time.
“Please. Lilith. Please. I’m begging you— fuck . I’m begging. Please let me come. I can’t—I can’t take it anymore.”
Stars danced behind my eyes, blood pounded in my skull, roaring through my ears as the vessels fought for oxygen.
“Keep going,” she gasped as she released the pressure just enough.
I was a writhing mess beneath her—breathless, boneless, utterly ruined—and I didn’t fucking care.
I would give her anything, do anything, as long as she kept fucking me like that.
Kept moving against me with that perfect, devastating rhythm that had my head spinning, my body unravelling, my entire existence narrowing down to the way she felt wrapped around me.
“Please.” My voice wavered as my every nerve burned with unbearable, torturous heat. “Please. Please. I’ll do anything. Anything you want. Use me. Take me. Just—please—please don’t stop.”
Her smile widened, teeth catching her bottom lip. “One more time,” she whispered as her hips slowed.
A choked sob escaped my throat, every ounce of pride crumbling along with my composure. My hips jerked upward, desperate for friction, for release, but she stayed in control.
“Lilith. I’m on my knees for you—I’m begging you. Please. Please. Let me come. Please. I’m gonna—I can’t hold—”
She leaned down, her breath warm against my ear. “Come for me,” she whispered, voice like silk, sending a shiver straight down my spine.
She slammed her hips down and pleasure hit me like a tidal wave, raw and all-consuming, crashing through every nerve in my body.
“ Fuck—” the word ripped from my throat, broken and desperate, as my release surged through me.
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, blurring my vision as whimpers and moans escaped me.
I couldn’t hold back anything—not the trembling in my hands, not the tears that slid down my cheeks as I gasped her name again and again.
“Lilith,” I whispered as my entire body shuddered beneath her. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.”
Her hair fell around us as she pressed her lips to mine in a soft, tender kiss. Her hands moved to my face, thumbs brushing gently over my cheeks, wiping away the wetness. It was so gentle, so careful, it left me reeling.
“You okay there?” she asked quietly, her breath warm against my lips.
I couldn’t speak, my throat was too tight, chest too full. So I just nodded, drinking her in, searching—like if I looked long enough, I’d find the words she so desperately deserved.