He grabs my hips. He lifts me slightly.
"Wrap your legs."
I wrap them. I have no choice. I don't want a choice.
He drives into me.
It’s the hardest he has ever taken me. There is no preparation. No kindness. It is a punishment. It is an exorcism. He wants to scrub the memory of the park from my mind with friction and force.
"You are mine," he grunts with every thrust.Thud."Mine."Thud.
My back slides against the wet marble. The cold water soaks my skin, the heat of his body burns my front. It is sensory overload.
"Silas," I moan.
"Look at me!" he commands. "Who owns you?"
"You do!"
"Who makes your heart beat?"
"You!"
He reaches down and grabs the platinum anklet. He uses it to pull my leg wider, opening me completely to him.
"This tracker," he pants. "It stays on forever. I am going to watch every beat. Every spike. And if I see it go up for anyone else again... I will kill them in front of you."
"Kill him," I whisper, delirious with pleasure. "Kill everyone but us."
That breaks him.
He hammers into me, finding a rhythm that is punishing and perfect. I claw at his back, leaving marks through his shirt. I bite his shoulder.
We come together in a violent, shattering climax that leaves us both gasping, ruined, and tangled together on the wet bar.
Silas doesn't pull out. He rests his forehead against mine, his breathing ragged.
"The file," he says, his voice hoarse. "In your purse. What is it?"
I open my eyes. I look at him.
I can't lie anymore. Not right now.
"Evidence," I whisper. "He’s a cop, Silas. Detective Kane."
Silas goes still. Deadly still.
"A cop."
"He knows about the shipyard. He knows about Nikolai. He wanted me to turn on you."
Silas pulls back. He looks at me. The jealousy is gone, replaced by a cold, tactical calculation.
"And?" he asks. "Did you?"
"I took the file," I say. "To see what they have. To protect us."
He searches my face. He sees the truth.
