His hold on my hips suddenly tightened, and he ground me into his pelvis, cock hard on my ass.
“I don’t particularly like the idea of hurting you—anymore.”
“This rug burn on my ass that hurts like a bitch says otherwise.”
This time, he didn’t hold back his laughter. It was contagious; even if it was at my expense, I had the urge to join him.
Everything about him drew me in from the day I saw his photograph in that file. He was almost too pretty for a man, as massive as he was. And his eyes… Something in those eyes seemed so—familiar?
“Silas,” I said after his laughter quelled, “we need to talk.” I motioned to remove myself from his abdomen, but he held firm, his expression now serious.
“I’m listening.”
“I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. This was just sex. We’re adults. I like to fuck. And you’re very—veryfuckable. But—”
“Shut up.”
Before I could throat-punch him, he flipped me, our positions now reversed. He held my wrists on either side of my head, dick hard on my stomach.
“Whatever happens tomorrow is tomorrow’s problem. Right now, you’re mine.”
“Silas, let me up.”
He shook his head, a light smirk on his face. “I know the kind of woman you are. Always this need to be in control. To prove you’re just as worthy and valuable as your male counterparts.”
“Bullshit. I have nothing to prove. I’m here because I’m one of the best at what I do.”
Another cocky grin curved his lips. “Helena Adamos, contracted to kill the elusive Silas Hayes. The man responsible for murdering the underboss of Hades.”
His grip around my wrists tightened to the point of pain. “Silas. Off. Now.”
“Isn’t this what you like?” Silas leaned forward, flicking one of my piercings with his tongue.
I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t felt the slightest flicker of lust rekindle between my thighs.
“And I’m the crazy one? I throw a knife at your head, and now you think you can have me?”
“Try to deny this thing between us.”
“Easy. You’re just another swinging dick. No one special.”
“The fact I’m still alive and this wet pussy say otherwise.” His knee pushed against my clit, and the traitorous moan that slithered from my lips only made his smile that much more smug.
Where the hell was my knife when I needed it?
“You know, a good friend once said that knifing a man is a surefire way to his heart.”
He laughed and spread my thighs wider.
“Your friend sounds just as unhinged as you.”
I thrust a hand against his neck and kneed him in the groin, missing his cock by a hair.
“If there’s anyone in the world you don’t want to bad-mouth, she’s that person.”
He scoffed. “I can’t say that I’m even remotely worried about this friend of yours.”
“It’s not Eva you need to worry about.”
