Chapter 42 #2
He suddenly moved, kicking my ankles farther apart and driving two big fingers into me.
At the sudden intrusion, I gasped and clawed at the wood.
He leaned his chest against my back. His free hand came to my throat and pushed up my chin, and he angled my head around until our noses were nearly touching.
He was everywhere all at once and not nearly close enough.
His fingers sure and strong as he thrust them deep.
My gasps filled the air between us, panted into his mouth, our eyes wild as he stirred me into a writhing puddle.
Pleasure sparked and glinted in little flashes that struck in my body.
“Silas. Please.” I didn’t care that I implored it. Didn’t care that we were in the middle of the office and anyone could walk in at any point.
I only cared about this. About him touching me. Freeing me. About the intensity that ripped and tore between us as he drove me into divine disarray.
“You like it? You like me fucking you with my fingers?”
I did. But I wanted so much more.
“I want your cock.” I was really asking for it. But I figured if he was going to ruin me, he might as well do it all the way.
His chuckle was almost mean. “You really want to destroy me, Brinley? You want to own me completely and then walk out of here without looking back?”
“Maybe I don’t want to walk.” It gushed out, entirely without my permission. But I guess that’s what truths normally did.
Silas squeezed my jaw tighter, the plunges of his fingers escalating.
I squirmed and moaned as I rocked back to meet him.
Punishment.
Blissful torture.
“I would never do that to you. You don’t deserve this life,” he growled.
But there was longing in it. I knew it. I could feel it just as sure as I knew he was mad about it. I should be mad about it, too. That I’d even let that thought invade.
Staying.
I barely knew him, yet somehow, I did. Somehow I saw straight through him the way he did me.
The hand at my throat raked down my chest, grabbing hold of a breast as he went, thumb scraping over the sensitive peak before he dragged lower and shoved his hand down the front of my underwear.
A landslide.
An earthquake.
My entire body quaked as he began rubbing my clit as he drove his other fingers into me from behind.
My toes barely touched the floor, and he rocked his hard cock against my bottom with each stroke.
Grunts and huffs wheezed from me, the same as they were puffing from Silas who seemed every bit as desperate as me.
And I wanted it. To surrender it all. My heart getting dragged in a direction that I knew so much better than to allow it to go. But there was something about Silas Mercer that persuaded and coaxed. My spirit stretching out to meet with the ferocity of his.
Twining and twisting in its petition.
Pleasure gathered with it. Tendrils that lapped and whipped and stirred.
Higher and higher with every masterful manipulation of his fingers.
“I feel it, Brinley. I feel you getting ready to blow. Give it to me. I want to feel you come on my fingers. Want to know that I’m the one giving you the pleasure that you can’t get anywhere else.”
His words were grunted in my ear as he swirled and drove his fingers.
Bliss cracked through the middle of me. Fractures that blistered and blew, striking in every secret recess that I possessed.
Ecstasy hurtled out of me on a cry.
So loud it crashed against the walls, an echo of yielding that reverberated back. Tremors boomeranged through my body as I soared and spun, his name a moan of confusion and desperation. “Silas. Silas.”
“That’s right, Little Wildfire. You feel it? What only I can give to you?”
I didn’t know which one of us the taunt was intended for because possession ground through his voice as he led me through every flicker and twitch of pleasure.
“I feel it. Do you feel it? Do you feel it, King?” It was an appeal.
Because God, I didn’t want to be in this thing alone.
I wanted to belong. To have someone fighting for me as hard as I fought for myself.
“It’s all I can feel, Brinley. All I can feel is you,” he muttered low at my ear.
My heels no longer touched solid ground, held high by the man who had me elevated to a place I’d never been. His hands firm and unflinching and strong.
As gruff and grave as his voice.
I trembled and shook, gasping for the oxygen that had become nonexistent. Lungs failing. Lightheadedness spinning through my brain as I was caught up in the perfect tumult that was Silas Mercer.
Who knew paradise could be so confounding.
He pressed himself against me as he gripped me tight through the tiny zaps and shocks.
I could feel the radiation of his need.
Greed dripping from his flesh and rocking his body, even though he was giving it his all to keep it contained.
And as he settled me onto unsteady feet, I knew he had every intention of walking. So I spun around, and I had his jeans unbuttoned and was on my knees before he even had the chance to anticipate what I had planned. Hazel eyes went wild with lust as I jerked his jeans down around his thighs.
“Fuck…Brinley.” His hands went to my face, holding on like he was going to stop me, but I already had his cock freed from his underwear and was gripping the long length of him in my hand.
He was rigid and hard and pierced at the tip.
A shattered breath left me at the sight of him. At the feel of him. At the fact that I was here, kneeling in front of him, and that was exactly where I wanted to be.
Silas hovered high. A foreboding figure that loomed. A brutal fantasy. Body littered in all that gruesome ink.
His teeth ground as he glared down at me. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Tell me you want it, too.”
He choked over a harsh laugh. “Don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more than that smart mouth wrapped around my cock, but I don’t deserve that pleasure.”
“You told me you were going to mark me. Show me everything I deserved. I deserve this, don’t I? To give this of my own free will because I want to?”
Maybe it was underhanded.
Manipulative.
Because that was only a tiny part of it.
What I really wanted was to see him undone and completely at my doing.
I wanted to hear him moaning and begging my name.
I wanted him to surrender, too.
He had taps on my intention because his wicked mouth tweaked up at the side. “I think you just want to own me completely.”
I tipped my face up at him and gave him the best answer I could find. “I think that’s only fair.”