The doors open, and we step into the penthouse.
Silas doesn’t give me time to take off my coat. He bends and lifts me into the air and throws me over his shoulder.
“Silas!” I squeak.
Callum bursts out laughing.
“Finally!” Evan’s clapping. Actually clapping.
I twist enough to see them both in the entryway—Callum with his arms crossed, pleased, and Evan still applauding.
I wave.
They wave back.
Silas heads down the hallway toward his room.
“Have fun, Red!” Callum calls after us.
“If you need anything,” Silas starts, “Fuck off until tomorrow.”
CHAPTER 17
Tania
The door closes behind us, and Silas sets me down.
Then he kisses me. His mouth is demanding, and I open for him immediately. His hands frame my face, tilting my head to the angle he wants.
When he pulls back, I’m already breathing hard.
“How do you want me to fuck you?” His hands move to the buttons of my coat, one at a time.
Okay, then! Straight to it…
“Be specific,” he commands.
The sweater comes next. He lifts it over my head, careful not to catch my hair. He folds it and sets it beside the coat. I’m standing in his bedroom in my bra and jeans, and he’s still fully dressed.
But I don’t care how he fucks me. I just want him to fuck me. “However you want.”
He studies my face. “Have you ever been restrained?”
The question stops me. “No.”
“Do you want to try?”
I don’t hesitate. “Yes.”
“If it’s too much, tell me. Everything stops. Understand?”
I nod.
“Say it out loud, Tania.”
“I understand.”
He crosses to his closet and returns with two silk ties. The fabric catches the light as he runs his fingers through it.
