Page 43 of Envy
“Not trying to make me jealous again, are you, little fox?” I purr, wrapping my arm around her waist and tugging her to my side.
A small yelp escapes her, but she doesn’t pull away.
“The last man who touched you ended up with a bullet in his skull—afterI made him eat your sweet pussy.”
Evie’s cheeks flame a brilliant scarlet as she turns in my arms, glaring daggers. “What iswrongwith you?”
Lorenzo lets out a low whistle, his lips quirking. The fact that he’s smart enough to take a large step back is the only reason I allow him to continue breathing.
“I didn’t realize you were taken.”
“I’m not.”
“She is,” I say over her, the cold warning in my voice snapping Lorenzo’s gaze back to mine. He stays a moment longer, seeing the depth of that statement. I don’t have girlfriends. Or even fuck buddies. I’ve never been good at sharing my toys, but I haven’t cared if someone used them after I was finished.
But Evie is different.
“It was nice to meet you, Evie.” Lorenzo offers her a small smile.
Evie softens, murmuring some polite bullshit. My hand wraps around her front, pressing her body flush against mine as she stares after him. A small gasp escapes her as my semi-hard cock presses into her ass.
“Do you want me to fuck you in his blood?” I whisper against her ear, relishing the way her body trembles. “Bane wouldn’t be happy—but let another man touch you again, and I’ll cut his hands off and lay them at your feet while I fuck your mouth until you gag.”
I’m prepared for my little fox to run. Or scream. She does neither. Of course she fucking doesn’t. Evie’s breath hitches, but her body leans into mine, seeking comfort from the very demon haunting her.
And that display of trust unravels something inside me.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you,” I murmur around a low chuckle. I grip her throat, tilting her head back. “My twisted little fox.”
She shakes her head but I can scent the spike of arousal, feel the quickening of her pulse beneath my fingers. My other hand glides down, slipping beneath the hem of her dress.
“Silas,” she breathes. I’m sure she means it as a warning, but the sound of my name from her lips is pure seduction.
I spin us, backing her into the adjacent hallway and pinning her to the wall. She’s done something with the makeup around her eyes, the darkness highlighting the flecks of gold in her heavily lidded gaze. Her wine-colored hair is unbound, fanning around her shoulders in soft curls. Her white sequin dress is modest for the most part, reaching the base of her throat, but it shows off the softness of her thighs—thighs that clench together beneath my hungry gaze.
“What have you done to me, little fox?” I whisper, tilting her head as I drag my nose along the length of her neck. “You’ve invaded my every thought. When you’re gone, I crave you. And when you’re here…”
A low growl scrapes my throat as I thrust my knee between her legs, forcing them apart. My fingers glide over the thin fabric of her panties, the slickness I find there making my already hard cock twitch.
“Fuck, Evie. When you’re here, I want to bend you over and fuck you in front of everyone, so they know you’re mine.”
Pushing the fabric aside, I run my knuckles through her heat.
“The thought of this pussy being tasted by anyone else makes mefucking insane.”
“Silas,” Evie repeats, but her hips rock against my palm, seeking friction.
I stare down into her eyes, realizing she’s far more sober than I thought—sober and staring at me like I might hold the key to her salvation. Evie looks at me like a bird who’s been forced to fly in daylight, only to realize her wings are webbed and the night far more enticing.
Holding her gaze, I slip a finger inside her, feeling her needy cunt clamp down as I begin to pump. I cover her mouth withmy other hand, muffling the wanton sounds spilling from her lips as her body writhes beneath me.
“Careful, little fox,” I warn, adding a second finger. She gasps before my mouth closes over hers, claiming the moan as my tongue lashes against hers.
“If you keep grinding on my fingers, I’ll have to show you what it means to be fucked so thoroughly you won’t be able to breathe without feeling me.”
Her pace increases, her body seeking a release I won’t let her have. She must realize what I’m doing because she twists beneath me, breasts heaving and nipples straining against her dress, as her fingers find my cock through my pants. This angle lets me go deeper, her sweet pussy wrapping so tightly around my fingers as I memorize the way her pupils dilate.
“Anyone can see us. Tempest, your brothers…” Her inexperienced hands tease me just as effectively as I’m doing to her, working my length while her words tap into my never-ending pool of envy. Evie bites her bottom lip, a blush blooming across her cheeks as my grip on her waist tightens. “I want you, Silas.”