I leaned in close. “I stabbed you and tried to choke you the first night we met.”
He chuckled, pulling my chair closer. “Best fucking foreplay of my life.”
“I threw a knife at your face.”
His grip on my chin tightened, and the twinges of pain it caused made me wetter.
“I fucked you with it. And you killed for me. We’re even.”
Memories of that night sent waves of arousal to every nerve ending in my body. My lips brushed his ear. “You stared down the barrel of my shotgun.”
“I also risked drowning so that I can drink from your pretty pussy. I’ve concluded that being with you is risky, love.” He pulled me into his lap. “I’ve never been afraid of the unknown, and the benefits far, far outweigh the risks.”
I combed my fingers through his hair. “I’m not your girlfriend, Silas. I won’t ever be.”
“I don’t know my real name, where I come from, or who I was before waking up on a medical cot in London sixteen years ago. Labels make no difference to me.” His kiss was gentle, slow, different from the ones we’d shared in the past. “I just need you to understand that you’re mine, and I’m yours.”
My fingers curled tighter around his now disheveled locks. “You just need an excuse to fuck me whenever you want, especially since I made you follow me here to Greece.”
“I followed you of my own free will. And you can’t coerce a willing participant.”
“But you—”
“Helena,” he said, his voice playfully strained.
“What?” I whispered.
“Shut the fuck up.”
I laughed, my mouth grazing his. Silas was serious, his confession wreaking havoc on every system of my body. “Fine. But so that you know, I don’t share, and if Ophelia comes this way again with some scheme to touch what’s mine, then I can’t be held responsible for what happens.”
“There’s nowhere to dump the body, so we better get home. I’m ready for my dessert.”
I tipped my head back and laughed. “That was so cheesy, Mr. Hayes.”
He set me down and got to his feet. “Maybe. But I’m hoping it works.” His lips were at my ear. “There hasn’t been a moment where I haven’t thought of getting you out of that dress or bending you right over this fucking table.”
I fisted the collar of his shirt. “Take me home, Silas.”
Ophelia got to live another day.
Twenty-Nine
LENI
Semen wasn’t exactly on my top five list of favorite flavors, but as Silas’s cum slid down my throat, I realized the act was about his pleasure, not mine. And for the first time, seeing that sated look on his face was more important than my own release. Giving the head of his cock one last kiss, I did my best to tuck it back into his pants and slink back into the passenger seat of the car.
“Your smile says one thing, but the fact you didn’t swerve off the road while your dick was halfway down my throat makes me feel like I’m losing my touch.”
He groaned around an exhale, gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles whitened. “Leni, the only thing that kept this car steady was my fear that you’d get hurt if I’d wrapped it around a tree. But it wasn’t an easy feat by any stretch.”
I popped the mirror and combed my fingers through the hair Silas had bunched in his fist. “Good to know.”
“I’m pretty sure I made that very clear.” He reached over and threaded his fingers into mine. Butterflies. Fucking butterflies tickled the inside of my belly. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt such a thing. “You’re unmatched, love. Just wait until we get back home, and I can return the favor.”
I turned to look at him.Home. It had always been just a word like any other. But falling from his lips, knowing he’d meantourhouse, did things to my insides that my brain would never accept. So I pushed and filed it away with everything else.
“Thank you for our little da…” The words died in my throat when I looked up at the driveway. The iron gate looked like a large vehicle had plowed straight through, leaving twisted metal and concrete on the ground alongside black tire tracks.
