Thief (A Bad Boy Romance)(63)

“I just want to feel you inside of me,” I say quietly, arching my hips up towards him and gasping as I feel the throbbing head of his cock slip across my opening.

His eyes flash at me as he leans down to kiss me hard. He pulls back, sitting up as his hands slide down my legs from my ankles to my thighs, spreading them wide and pushing them up and over his shoulder. He eases against me, his thick head slipping between my slick folds and making us both moan.

Slowly, he drives inside, filling me up with every thick, throbbing inch of him as I cry out. He leans down again, capturing my mouth with his as he eases out, leaving just the head inside before he pushes back in to the hilt.

Oh God yes.

I can feel him bare inside of me, my pussy clutching at his shaft and feeling him throb so deep and so hot inside of me. Silas groans into my lips as he starts to fuck me like that, his hands holding me by the backs of the knees as he pumps in and out with deep, even strokes. He sits up, his hand sliding to my ankles and holding them up in the air as his hips pound into mine again and again.

I can feel my pulse racing, the breath hitching in my lungs as he fills me again and again, his eyes never leaving mine as he fucks me closer and closer to another orgasm.

He reaches for my hand, bringing it to his mouth and sucking on my finger as I moan for him. He brings it down, placing my hand on the place where we join and letting me feel the slickness there as his cock pumps in and out of me. I start to rub my clit, my breath coming faster and shorter as my body starts to fall.

“Oh, fuck, Silas-”

But my words shatter before I can even tell him. I claw at the sheet beneath me, crying out as the climax roars through me.

Silas groans as he fucks me through my orgasm, before suddenly he pulls out and grips his slippery cock firmly in his hand. He pumps himself twice before suddenly he roars as he paints my soft belly and breasts with his sticky cum.

We both gasp as he rolls next to me, gathering me in his arms as I shake against him.

“Holy shit, did you actually get better at that somehow?”

I can feel him grin into the top of my head.

“Hang on.”

He slips from the bed and pads to the bathroom, where I hear water running. He returns a second later, a washcloth in his hand as he gently cleans my skin.

He grins sheepishly at me. “I wasn’t sure if you-”

“I’m on the pill.”

He arches a wicked brow at me, his lips curling at the corners. “Oh?”

I nod as he tosses the washcloth away and crawls over me, easing down to kiss me.

“Well in that case, I’m thinking maybe we should do that again,” he murmurs against my lips before dropping his mouth to my ear and nipping at the lobe with his teeth.

“And this time, I don’t think I should pull out until I fill you up with every drop of my cum.”

I whimper at his words, shivering as I feel his cock start to grow again against my thigh.

“Now?”

He grins as he pulls back from my neck. “Got somewhere better to be?”

I shake my head. “Not in the slightest.”

My hand slides up into his hair as I pull him down to kiss me, melting against him.

I have nowhere I’d rather be than right here in bed with him, and as I roll on top of him and feel his hardness pulse between my thighs, I’m pretty sure neither of us is leaving here until we make up for a lot of lost time.





Chapter Thirty-Five





Silas




It’s a light grey outside, barely morning, when the phone buzzing across my nightstand wakes me.

I blink in the misty dawn, momentarily stopping to grin at the face sleeping against my chest, her blonde hair teasing and tickling my nose.

But the phone goes again, and reluctantly, I reach for it, frowning at the local number I don’t recognize.

“Silas?”

Her voice is broken and delicate sounding - hushed and scared.

I frown. “Stephanie?”

There’s a soft sobbing sound that comes hitching through the phone, and I sit up slightly, alertness flooding into me.

“Steph, what’s wrong?”

Ivy stirs against my chest, her eyelids fluttering against my skin before she slowly raises a sleepy face my way.

“Silas, can you-” Stephanie’s voice hitches again over the phone. “Your uncle, he-”

For one horrible, fucked-up and excited second, I think maybe he’s dead.

She sobs. “He’s been drinking and, and-”

Her voice breaks.

“Steph, you need to tell me what happened.”

“He didn’t mean it, Silas,” she says quietly. “I know that.”

My eyes narrow as I sit up fully then. “Steph, what. Happened.”

“He just, he just- I don’t know what I did, Silas. I don’t know what I did to make him so angry.”