"That's it, Angel, come for me again." Silver slams into me and sends me spiraling around him, my entire being vibrating with pleasure from head to toe. He slows his pace but maintains the intensity of each thrust as he finishes inside of me with a groan.
I twitch around him and collapse fully onto the counter as I catch my breath. "Fuck," I whisper.
Silver pulses into me one final time before pulling out and taking a small step back. With one hand cuppingmy ass he says, "Goddamn, you are gorgeous."
I practically use all my remaining energy to bring myself vertical and face him. "We're both covered in blood."
Silver bridges the gap between us and presses the softest kiss on my lips. It's strange how externally dominating and intimidating he is, but then he's so fucking gentle with me. He's a contradiction and I love it. "I'd bathe in your blood if you let me."
I might not have much time left until I become Ricardo’s, but at least in the short time with Silver I was able to feel utterly cherished and worshipped. My life might be ruined, and yet he gave me more in a short time than I've had in my whole life. The only downfall is that it can't last.
26
CORA
Sundays are officially my least favorite day of the week.
After a day full of wild period sex and plenty of relaxation, I woke up alone with a note from Silver.
I've been called out for work, but I promise you will not leave my mind, Angel.
Stay as long as you'd like, maybe forever if you'll have me.
Love, S
Ihold it to my chest and sigh, knowing damn well this will be over soon enough. I slip into the bathroom for a quick shower and freshen up, putting on the clothes I wore here Friday night that Silver had washed for me. I've been wearing nothing but his stuff since then, and as much as I want to steal all his oversized sweatpants and t-shirts, I can't go to Ricardo's wearing them without drawing too much attention to my personal life.
Ricardo already knows more than I'd like him to.
Once I've dressed and made myself somewhat presentable, I fumble through the desk in his living room for a piece of paper to write him a note. Last time I snuck out and it resulted in him tracking me down at work. The least I could do is inform him everything is okay and not to worry.
I rip off a piece of paper from a notebook and grab a pen.
Thank you for another wonderful evening. Text me later when you're home from work.
Your Angel x
Ihesitate to write the last bit but figure it will put a smile on his hardened face if I submit to his pet name.
I'm shoving everything back in its place on his desk when a stack of paperwork catches my eye. I pull it out and skim over it faster than I have ever examined something in my life.
A contract for The Wellerton, the building I'm doing design work for.
I scan the words frantically, flipping each page, looking for the answer I've been wondering around since the sale of the building. I find it, but it leaves me without any closure since it's a business name instead of a person’s name. I fan through the rest of the paperwork, my chest tightening at the very last page. The owner of the business who bought The Wellerton.
Miller Rossi.
I gasp and hold the stack of papers over my mouth. Is this even possible? What does it mean? Why would Miller buy the building? He said he purchased a unit within it, not the entire fucking thing. And if he did buy the whole building, why wouldn't he just tell me that? Why lie and keep it a secret?
I scan for a date, finding the day I killed my boss.
Like I found something I shouldn't have, I shove everything back onto Silver’s desk and tidy it up as best as possible. If he didn't tell me, maybe he didn't want me to know either. But why? Why would either one of them keep this a secret? And why was Silver investigating it at all? Did he have something to do with it? Maybe he and Miller are weirdly conspiring together behind my back? Did Alec have knowledge of this, too? What do any of them have to gain from keeping this from me? Or from the purchase of the building in general?
I leave everything the way I found it, or at least, try my best to make it appear that way, and grab my clutch on the way to the door. Silver was kind enough to wash every bit of blood off of the knuckles of my bag as he told me how proud he was that I punched a guy for groping me. He offered to kill him, but I declined. It wasn't the first, and it wouldn't be the last time a drunk guy got a little too handsy at a bar. If I allowed him to murder every one of them, it wouldn't be long until a massive pile of bodies added up.
I thought he had been joking at first, but when he asked me to describe the guy who touched me, I realized he was oh-so-serious in his pursuit to end the guy's life.
"Any man who upsets you deserves to die, Angel," he had said.
