"You're coming with me." He didn't even glance at Vanessa as he dragged me upstairs.
"Silas, you're hurting me!" I struggled.
Though he was mindful of my belly and didn't walk too fast, his hand tightened around my wrist like he wanted to snap it. He hauled me up the stairs, through the long hallway. Then he shoved the bedroom door open and slammed me against the wall.
Boom—the door shut.
Silas's massive body loomed over me. His eyes churned with violent fury, rage burning around him.
"I was just getting my vitamins. I fell off the chair, and Ryan caught me..." My voice shook.
"Ryan? You sure remember other men's names pretty fucking clearly," Silas said, eyes bloodshot, voice dripping ice. "Did you forget what you are? You're carrying my child, and you're smiling at another man right under my nose?"
Before I could react, he'd ripped my maternity dress apart, then my bra and underwear. In an instant, I was naked. His rough, burning hands covered my breasts without mercy.
"Ah!" I cried out.
He kneaded them roughly, fingers digging in, leaving red marks.
"Let go!" I struggled, twisting. "He just helped me. Are you insane?"
"I'm insane?" Silas laughed bitterly. "Anthea, that little shit couldn't take his eyes off you. He's probably jerking off in some corner, imagining you pregnant and spread out in bed!"
"He wouldn't!" The humiliation made me shake with rage. "You think everyone's as shameless as you and Vanessa, fooling around under the dinner table? You disgust me."
The words were out before I could stop them. I'd been obedient, patient, because I knew I meant nothing to this man. But tonight's accumulated pain and humiliation were too much. I needed to lash out.
"You dare talk back to me over some bodyguard?" Silas snarled, his fury morphing into something darker. "Anthea, you're mine. Looks like I need to remind you exactly who this body belongs to."
His calloused thumb roughly scraped across my already hardened nipple, sending jolting pain through me.
Heat shot from my chest to my belly. My knees went weak, breathing ragged. My body betrayed my will.
"Look at that. Your body's welcoming me," Silas said, lips curling into a cruel smile.
His hand slid down my swollen belly and between my legs. I was already wet from his touch. His fingers plunged into me, and when he pulled them out, they glistened with slick.
"Soaked. Your cunt's begging me to fuck it," Silas said, holding up his wet fingers, eyes dark.
Then he forced those two slick fingers into my mouth.
"Mmph!" My mouth opened as his fingers invaded, stirring roughly.
"Taste how filthy you are," he said, pressing on my tongue, making me swallow my own arousal.
Tears pricked my eyes.
"Could that bodyguard get you this fucking wet?" He pulled his fingers out, voice low and mocking.
"At least he wouldn't be as brutal and controlling as you!" Shame burned through me. I squeezed out the words with all my strength.
The moment I spoke, Silas's lips crashed down on mine.
My eyes flew open in shock. God, he was kissing me. This was the first time he'd ever kissed me.
His technique was rough but aggressive. His teeth split my lip. His tongue forced past my teeth. The taste of blood flooded our mouths. He swept through every inch of me on pure instinct, sucking the air from my lungs.
I was dizzy from the kiss. Saliva spilled from the corner of my mouth. When I thought I'd suffocate, Silas finally pulled back slightly.
