My hands were in his hair, smoothing through the soft, dark strands. “The mind is such an extraordinary thing, Silas. It keeps secrets. Emotions. Entire lifetimes locked up in its many chambers. Some we revisit frequently, and others we lose forever.”
I understood that more than anyone, as I’d spent the better part of my adult life delving into the intricacies of other people’s thoughts. And yet, my own was a labyrinth of suppressed memories, traumas, ghosts, and untapped grief. All were kept safe, where they couldn’t hurt me until I let them—until I craved to be freed from the numbness and let the pain shock me back to life.
“My answer is still yes,” he whispered into my ear. “I can find my own place if—”
“We’ll figure that out when we get there,” I interrupted. “But right now, I need you. Your twenty-four hours have come and gone, Silas, and my panties are soaking wet, so you either fu—”
His mouth crashed onto mine with an unmatched hunger, as if he intended to devour me whole. I smiled against his greedy lips and circled my arms behind his head. Silas growled. The noise vibrated down my throat, coaxing a moan.
“You said I was yours.” He tugged me closer as I nodded. “Well, you’re mine, and I want the whole world to know.”
I opened my eyes, meeting the fire glinting in his. “Take me. All of me.”
Another long, passionate kiss saw us losing ourselves in each other until he loosened his hold and tore my shirt above my head, his hand on my breast in the next moment.
This man knew exactly how to tease around my piercing. How to flick it just right so I’d be panting for him. Begging to get fucked. He rolled his tongue from one barbell to the other, and my head fell back as every lick and suckle made my clit throb harder.
“These beautiful tits were made for me. Look, love. See how perfectly you fit in my hand.” He cupped one and squeezed, tugging me closer. He wasn’t gentle, and I was thankful for that. I needed his rough because I loved all the hard edges of him as much as the soft.
Silas matched my fire yet knew precisely when to douse the flames.
“I’m so glad I was chosen to be the one to kill you.”
He chuckled over a nipple, warm breath fanning against the moisture and causing me hum into the night.
“Me too.” Silas kissed my forehead as I undid his pants. “I need you to turn around and slide this off for me,” he ordered, snapping the edge of my thong. “I’m going to bend you over this railing, love. And you’re going to let everyone know who you belong to.”
I did as I was told, my hands on the cold steel. He trailed his lips along my back, tongue darting out as he descended. I was trembling with desire. Every inch of my skin he touched or grazed ignited. And I parted my legs and swayed my ass, seeking friction, even from the goddamn wind.
“When I saw you that day in Dubai, I knew I had to have you, Leni. You were mine from that moment. I would have taken you right there on the table.” He bit my ass cheek, and I hissed at the delicious spark of pain.
“Even after I stabbed you?”
“Especially after,” he added with a laugh, running his tongue along my flesh. “No one else would ever do.”
“Ever?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper when he found my clit and made my thighs shudder with soft licks and slow, sinful strokes.
“The way this sweet little cunt is dripping wet for me. There’s no question. She knows she’s mine.”
“Fuck, Silas,” I whined, rolling my hips when two fingers dipped inside. He curled and stroked hard, and I felt him everywhere, the pressure making my breath hitch in my throat. I whimpered from the loss when he was out of me until I felt his lips smacking and savoring the wetness. Looking down over my shoulder, I saw this man kneeling behind me, touching me and feasting on my pussy as if he’d never get his fill.
“You taste so fucking good,” he groaned, pushing his digits inside me again. Only this time, he got to his feet and stroked me faster, then deeper. “Taste yourself, love. Look at me.” I turned around slowly, and he ran his wet finger up my abdomen and circled my nipple before sliding it along my lips.
“Give it to me,” I begged as I opened up for him. He pushed two inside and let me have a few licks before shoving them deeper. I winced at the sudden intrusion, my throat spasming once around his finger. “That’s my good girl. I want you to take my cock just like this, love. After I’ve fucked you, and the taste of us becomes one.”
I nodded, wrapped my hand around his dick, and smiled when I saw his composure falter for a fraction of a second, reveling in how my touch could weaken him in all the best ways.
“Turn around now, Helena.” His voice was a low rasp.
“Helena, is it?” I teased, hands once again on the banister.
He pulled me flush to his chest, dick throbbing against my back, and whispered into my ear, “My Helena. My love.Mía. Moy. Le mien. Eísai dikós mou.”
“You didn’t tell me you speak Greek?”
“I don’t. But I want to learn to say you’re mine in every language.”
A smile stretched wide across my face. “Viasteíte kai gamíste me kiólas.” (Hurry up and fuck me already.)
