Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 169013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 845(@200wpm)___ 676(@250wpm)___ 563(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 845(@200wpm)___ 676(@250wpm)___ 563(@300wpm)
A shot of greed puffed from his nose.
“Bend over.”
It said a whole lot with the way I hastily complied. My fingers trying to find purchase on the smooth, slippery surface of the desk as I bent over the wood.
Cool air brushed up my backside, and the skirt of my dress rode so high that I felt it tickle over the juncture of my thighs and butt cheeks.
“You have any idea, Brinley? You have any idea what you’re doing to me? Walking around my house and sleeping in my bed?”
Silas remained three feet behind, though with the heat radiating off him, he might as well have been touching me.
In it, I felt like I was going to combust.
Waiting in the baited air that swirled and danced between us.
He finally did, his hand landing on the back of my thigh and riding all the way up until he was palming one cheek. “This ass. Sweet fucking torture.”
“Silas.” I couldn’t help but whimper it, and I squeezed my thighs together like it might be enough to quench the desire.
A bare touch of his hand and I was already shaking.
“You need it, Little Wildfire? You need me to send you soaring again?”
I rocked back as he kneaded my bottom. “Yes.”
“So eager.”
“You already know how much I need it. What I’ve been missing.”
“And what you’ve been missing is me.”
I knew he regretted saying it the second it slipped because he stilled for a beat, like he was silently beating himself back into the corner where he kept himself fettered.
It was painful the way I wanted to draw him out.
“Yes,” I said again, the single word a plea. “You’re exactly what I’ve been missing. What I didn’t know I needed.”
“I’m going to make sure you know it, Brinley. Going to make sure you feel me so deep there will be no erasing what I’ve done to you. I’m going to mark you as deep as you’re marking me.”
He swept his fingertips down the cleft of my ass.
I jolted back with a wheeze, and he edged closer, covering me in his shadow.
“Please, don’t tease me.”
His lips moved to the side of my neck as he shifted my underwear to the side. “Give me one good reason not to make you beg, Little Wildfire. Defying me the way you do.”
His voice was all grating and admonishment, but I could hear what else was in it.
His fear over me putting myself in a bad situation.
“I’m sorry.” I whimpered it, and I wanted to regret it. Take it back. But I meant it.
He and his men had run out to rescue me yesterday, stood in front of me when all of this was Dereck’s doing. They could have been injured or…
I choked off the thought, not even able to contemplate what kind of tragedy it could have been.
“Are you? Are you sorry for what you’re doing to me?”
He let his fingertips drag lightly through my folds.
A tease.
“I thought you said you weren’t going to punish me?”
“You’re right, this punishment is all on me,” he grunted.
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.