Chapter 18 #3
I was already showing severe signs of terminal spinelessness.
Only he grabbed me by the wrists, and he pinned them to the pillow on either side of my head.
A scream rolled my throat, but I subdued it since it wasn’t his family’s fault that this guy was a complete bastard, and instead, it left me on a hushed shriek.
“You might as well let me go,” I spat between clenched teeth, thrashing below him. “I’m as good as dead, anyway, aren’t I? I’ll make it easy on you so once you’re done with my brother, you don’t have to make the effort to drag me off your property to throw me to the wolves.”
I expected defamation and slander considering he was finally being halfway honest with me.
Not for him to angle in closer, fury whipping off his tongue. “Never. I will never fucking let them get to you.”
It ripped all the reproach and blame I wanted to hurl at him right out of my lungs, and I sucked in a shattered breath when he dropped his forehead to mine.
I was pretty sure it was pain bleeding out of him as he murmured, “Wildfire.”
Shocked, I froze, all the fight I was trying to dispatch arrested by the promise he made.
I was fully aware I should try to reassemble that fight.
This time, for wholly different reasons. Or unholy, really.
Because heat was suddenly saturating me through.
Need barreling through my senses, zinging through my veins, and throbbing between my thighs.
Our breaths were shallow.
Haggard and desperate.
If he thought I was a wildfire, Silas Mercer was an atomic bomb.
A detonation right in the middle of me.
He rocked his forehead against mine, and our noses brushed, our lips not quite making contact.
It still might have been the most intimate caress I’d ever experienced.
And I wasn’t afraid.
I wasn’t afraid.
He kept my hands pinned to the mattress, and I realized I was completely submitted to his will.
He wasn’t quite moving, but I could still feel him everywhere.
I had the very unfortunate response of spreading my legs.
A silent plea for the bulge I could feel in his jeans to make contact with my pulsing, aching center.
I had no idea that desire could be as flammable as this. Without a question, with one simple brush, I would go up in flames.
I’d be consumed.
Incinerated.
Ash.
“King.” I whispered it at his lips. A shivery, shaky plea.
What the crap? Had I just called him that without it being a sneer?
Apparently, I had since Silas sucked in the sharpest breath, and every muscle in his wicked body tensed.
A moment held.
Then he was flying off me and was standing two feet from the end of the bed before I could even process that he moved.
A foreboding silhouette in the middle of his room.
Demon or angel, I couldn’t tell.
He let his gaze travel over my panting, quivering form.
That hot, unrelenting gaze had me pressing my thighs together, searching for friction.
I couldn’t fathom that I was doing it. That this man had the power to evoke this reaction in me.
Pare me down to nothing but a needy mess in the middle of his bed.
Then one second later, the intensity shifted, and he reached down and grabbed the bag that he had left on the floor.
Disoriented, I slowly pushed up to sitting.
His expression that only moments ago had brimmed with possession twisted into a cruel smirk. “Guess it’s a good thing I brought you a present.”
He dumped the bag upside down and poured the contents onto the foot of the bed.
My jaw basically hit the floor.
You could call it affronted disbelief.
It was a giant vibrator, my taunt from earlier coming back to bite me in the ass.
He leaned forward like a beast who could so easily strike me dead.
But I saw it…I saw the way he fisted the comforter as if it was the only thing keeping him from crawling back to me.
“I have a meeting and will be gone for at least two hours. Think it would be prudent if you use that while I’m gone. It’s new and sterilized and ready.”
How freaking thoughtful of him.
Then Silas turned on his heel and strode for the door.
“You really are an asshole, aren’t you?” I snarled as I snatched the vibrator. I had every intention of beaning him in the back of the arrogant head with it.
“Yup,” he grunted as he took hold of the doorknob.
I thought he was going to stride right out, only he paused and looked back.
Cruel viciousness poured out.
The King showing off who was in command.
Only I swore it was covering something else.
“You should remember it.” He delivered the last with a punch before the door snapped shut behind him.
Fury and frustration bubbled under the surface of my skin. A horrible concoction of hate and need.
Livid, I almost threw the vibrator at the closed door, mourning the fact that I hadn’t taken the shot while I had the chance.
But it wouldn’t do any good.
Silas was long gone.
Besides, I supposed there were far better uses for it, and I refused to think of it as a win for the jerk when I pushed off the bed, stormed to the bathroom, and locked the door behind me.
Refused to think of him altogether as I shimmied out of my sleep pants and underwear and set one foot on the edge of the bathtub.
My free hand reached out to the wall for support.
Lucky for Silas, I had plenty of experience in getting myself off.
Unlucky for me, it was his vicious face I saw when I shoved it inside me.