A moan escaped my lips as his tongue took one last flick, and I turned in his arms and circled his thick waist. “I know a cute little spot not too far from here. It’s secluded enough that we won’t have to worry about possibly being spotted.” I slipped my hands into his back pockets and squeezed his ass. “You said you wanted to take me out on a date, so let’s do this. The sooner we go, the sooner we return, and I can sit on your face.”
Silas’s hand was around my throat, and he kissed me, biting my lip almost hard enough to draw blood. “I don’t mind going straight to dessert, love. Hell, I’ll eat now, and we can still get dinner.” His hand snuck under my dress, index finger inside my thong. I leaned my head on his chest and exhaled a breathy sigh.
“As tempting as that offer is, we don’t know what awaits us tomorrow.” The mood suddenly turned somber, all traces of lust vanishing. “I want to do this.” I plastered on a fake smile. “You promised me a date.”
“That I did,” he said, retrieving his hand and bringing it close to his mouth, only stopping at the last second. He locked eyes with me, giving me a mischievous grin.
“Open up.” The command in his voice in the bedroom always brought on the waterworks between my legs. My thong was already soaked through from just his touch, coupled with the hand around my throat and the wet finger he was smearing against my lips.
Silas’s gaze lit up with amusement, brow dropping as if challenging or calling my bluff.
I grabbed his wrist and steadied his arm, taking his finger to the knuckle while our eyes never strayed. Even as he retrieved his hand and slid the finger into his own mouth before leaning forward and licking along my bottom lip.
“We better get going, love, before I fold you over the edge of this couch and take that sweet ass again.”
* * *
FuckingOphelia.
The young waitress’s eyes lingered too long. She laughed and smiled at things that weren’t funny or hadn’t warranted amusement. I understood every female head—even some male—that turned at the sight of Silas. The man was fucking majestic, with his long hair, perfect face, and chiseled body. And he was wearing the hell out of that dress shirt and slacks. I wasn’t a jealous woman. Never had to be. I didn’t compete with other women; if I had to, the man in the middle wasn’t worth my time or effort.
But this bitch had grated my last nerve. While Silas hadn’t so much as maintained eye contact outside of ordering and answering her endless questions, she still found it necessary to hover. Her hand nearly brushed his shoulder, even as I sat there, burning a hole into her forehead. Clearly, she lacked self-preservation instincts.
“Anything else you need?” she asked, her tone shameless.
“Leni, love?” His eyes were only on me, and I shook my head.
“And you? Anything I can get you?”
Ophelia’s accented voice had lowered a couple of octaves, and I found myself curling my fingers around a steak knife. Not that I’d get violent with her over simply flirting with Silas; I wasn’t that far gone…yet. But her blatant disrespect was reaching a new low. For all she knew, I was his wife. And Leni, the assassin, was itching to take over and teach her a little lesson in manners and how to keep her hands and eyes on what didn’t belong to her.
This begged the question: did he belong to me?
“A water,” he said, eyes still on me.
The waitress with her name tag right over her left nipple huffed a frustrated sigh when my companion wouldn’t give her the attention she so desperately sought.
“Friendly, isn’t she,” I said, bringing the glass of wine to my lips.
“Who?”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t play dumb. She’d probably get down on her knees underneath this table if you asked her to. She’s so brazen. I could very well be your…”
The word wife felt strange on my tongue, so I left it at that, hoping he’d just change the subject.
No such luck.
“My what?”
“Yours. I could be yours.”
“My cock was buried in your virgin asshole last night, love.”
I nearly spit out my wine. “Silas!” I whisper-yelled.
He slid his chair closer and pulled mine toward him so abruptly that my glass slipped out of my hand and onto the ground. My gaze was set on the broken glass and spilled liquid when his fingers were under my chin, tipping my face to meet his.
“She doesn’t matter. In fact, since you came into my life, no one else matters more.”
