"Your mouth tastes fucking incredible, Anthea," he said, voice rough and dangerous. "These lips, this goddamn sweetness... if another man tastes it, I'll snap his neck."
My chest heaved. A thought flashed through my mind. He was losing control. He was jealous. He was jealous. Right? This untouchable, ruthless man was going crazy because I'd smiled at a bodyguard. He cared about me.
A sick sense of satisfaction bloomed in my chest. Hope I thought was dead flickered back to life.
Chapter Five
Anthea
"I'm punishing you, and you fucking dare to zone out?"
Silas caught my distraction sharp as a knife, and it pissed him off even more. He yanked off his necktie in a flash, grabbed my wrists, and bound them behind my back with it.
"Since you won't learn, you'll take it like this," he growled, all hard edges.
My chest arched up, exposed. He dipped his head and latched onto my left nipple, his tongue rough and slick, licking and sucking like a madman. His teeth nipped hard at the tip now and then, like he wanted to bite it off and swallow it whole.
"Ah—it hurts! Silas!"
The pain mixed with electric jolts, shooting up my spine to my brain. I threw my head back, helpless.
"Yeah?" He released the swollen, glistening bud and looked up at my face, eyes dark and unreadable. "Look at that tongue hanging out—you can't even reel it in. Your body's more honest than your mouth. Admit it, Anthea, you're a slut who can't live without me. You love it when I rough up your body like this."
He unzipped his pants fast, freeing his rock-hard cock. Thepurple-red shaft stood angry and veined, the tip leaking precum—he was at his limit.
He shoved the scorching length between my thighs. That massive head pressed against my soaked entrance but teased wickedly, just rubbing back and forth over my clit and folds.
"Ah!" I screamed, arching up. This half-in torture drove me insane. "Please..."
I didn't know if I was begging him to stop or to fuck me.
"Don't move." He gripped my hips and sped up the friction.
The rough ridge scraped my clit over and over, each pass sending shocks of tingling numbness. My slick juices lubed it perfectly, the wet squelching sounds filling the quiet room like something filthy.
Right as I teetered on the edge, a sharp knock came from the door.
"Silas, are you in there?"
Vanessa. Her voice hit like ice water, snapping my foggy brain half-clear.
But Silas didn't stop—he ignored her completely. His cock rubbed harder, meaner, still refusing to push inside and give me real fullness.
"Silas, don't be too mad," Vanessa's fake-worried voice seeped in. "Even if Anthea messed up, don't hurt the baby."
The absurdity made my scalp tingle. Vanessa thought he was beating me down with violence, but here he was, losing control in a whole different way. Could I really mess with Silas's head like this? Make him blow off Vanessa?
"Tell me, who do you belong to?" He ramped up the thrusts.
"You..." Pleasure crashed in, my mind fraying. "I'm yours..."
"That's right, my little slut." Madness gleamed in his eyes, satisfied. "Don't ever think another man can touch you."
He rubbed me straight to orgasm, white light exploding behind my eyes.
Vanessa's voice was gone—she'd left at some point.
Silas untied my wrists. I started to slump, but he scooped me up around the waist and carried me to the big, soft bed.
