My hands fell flat against the carpet. His order settled deep into my bones, putting me completely at his mercy.
Silas walked past me to the leather desk chair in the corner of the room. He grabbed it and dragged it across the floor, its legs fighting against the carpet. Pulling the chair to the center of the room, he faced it towards me about ten feet away.
Taking a seat, he spread his legs wide and leaned back with his elbows resting on the armrests. He looked almostregal.
“Crawl to me,” he said softly.
My gaze snapped to his, and a breath caught in my throat. “What?”
“Crawl to me, Cal.”
I stared at him, my pride kicking back in. “No.” I sat back on my heels. “Fuck you. I’m not doing that.”
He just shrugged. “Then we’re done talking,” he said simply. “You asked how to fix it. This is the price.”
I stared at him. He was using my own game against me. He didn’t want my body right now. He wanted my pride. He wanted me to surrender it completely.
A slow, dark grin spread across his face as I began to move. Heat spread across my abdomen as a coil tightened in my balls. It was only ten feet, but it felt like a mile, and I was nearly vibrating with desire.
Every movement felt weighted, submissive, and completely intoxicating as I dragged myself across the floor. When I finally reached him, I stopped between his spread knees and gazed at him through hooded lids.
Silas's head fell back with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. A low grunt rumbled out of his throat as he cupped his growing cock through his pants. Lunging off the chair in a rush of movement, he grabbed me by the back of the neck and the belt of my jeans simultaneously, hauling me up like I weighed nothing.
“Si!” I gasped, stumbling as he shoved me onto the mattress.
I landed on my back, and he loomed over me, an entire thunderstorm raging in his eyes. His fingers wrapped around my ankles and, with a firm tug, he yanked me down to the end of the bed.
“Take off your clothes.”
My breath hitched, but I managed to fumble with my belt while my hands shook. Every nerve in my body felt on the verge of explosion as I kicked my jeans and boxers down to my ankles and ripped my shirt off. Silas stood at the edge of the bed, his gaze roaming against my skin as he stripped off his pants.
“Si…” I breathed, realizing he was reaching for the nightstand.
He didn’t answer, just opened the small tube of lube. With his weight settling against the mattress, he coated his fingers and moved between my legs. There was no more rushing or fervent need as he mercilessly teased me. He circled my entrance, pressing just enough to make my hips jolt, then he pulled away completely to trace the seam of my inner thigh, again and again. When he finally pushed a finger inside, I hissed, my hands flying out to grab handfuls of the hotel sheets.
“Mmm, fuck!”
“Patience,” he soothed, pushing my knees against my chest. “Should I make you wait? Make you beg? Is that what people want to see?Why I should be by your side?”
“No,” I groaned, tossing my head back. “Silas, please. I need you. Stop worrying about them.”
“Then make me forget.”
He continued to drag it out. Five minutes. Ten. Adding more fingers and stretching me with a slow, agonizing thoroughness. I was panting with sweat beading along my forehead as a desperate need to be filled thrummed in my veins.
“Please,” I begged again, my voice breaking. “Silas, I need more.”
“Are you ready for me, baby?”
“Yes.God,yes.”
His weight settled completely over me, his forearms bracketing my head as he pushed the head of his cock inside me. It was slow, an agonizingly thick invasion, and I gasped, throwing my head back into the pillows.
“Look at me,” Silas ordered once he was fully seated.
I forced my eyes open to see him staring right at me with an intense gaze as he began to thrust. The rhythm wasn't slow. It was punishing. A relentless cadence as he seemed to try to erase the words and gossip swirling through his head.
“Who owns you?” he growled on an upward thrust. It hit my prostate dead center, and for a moment everything blurred.
