Page 44 of Envy

“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” I grit out, using every ounce of control I have. Because for some fucking reason, I don’t want to hurt her. Sinful darkness rises inside me, the beast within purring as my little fox flicks the button of my jeans open.

“Don’t I?” She rises, impaling herself on my fingers and snapping the last shred of sanity I’ve been clinging to.

I add a third finger, punishing her ruthlessly as my other hand pinches her nipple, kneading her breast. My mouth is over hers, swallowing her cries as her pussy clenches, the inside of her thighs soaked.

“I’m going to ruin you, little fox. Your cunt is going to bleed all over my cock, your body splitting as I fuck you hard. And you’re going to enjoy every moment like the good little slut you are.”

My other hand finds her neck again, tattooed fingers looking so beautiful around her throat. Her eyes go wide as my fingers curl, those sweet little moans pitching as I grind my palm against her clit. Then her body detonates, strangled cries escaping her parted lips. And I wonder how good she’ll look down on her knees, cheeks flushed and coated in tears, mouth stuffed full of my cock.

Soon, but for now I savor the sight of her blissed out, riding the orgasm I won’t let end. A deep laugh rumbles through my chest as I tease every last ounce of pleasure from her, holding her suspended between this life and the next.

By taking her will away, I’m returning her voice. Offering her the choice to give in to her natural desires, including finding power and fulfillment in sex. Evie hasn’t been allowed to explore, but she’s risen to every challenge life has thrown at her beautifully.

And I won’t be satisfied until she’s screaming beneath me.

“Get ready, little fox. We’re just getting started.”

28

EVIE

By the time the last waves of my orgasm ease and I can breathe again, Silas has me slung over his shoulder, ass in the air and halfway down the hall. Slickness coats my inner thighs, evidence of how much I enjoyed being treated like a whore. I’ve long since accepted there’s something seriously wrong with me, but whatever it is, Silas doesn’t seem to mind.

I’ve tried to suppress it—to deny myself every taboo thing that makes me feel alive—but when Silas touches me, it feels like I’m being reborn. He’s the serpent in the garden, whispering that a bite of the forbidden fruit will be worth it. And god help me, but I think I might just be falling for him.

The phantom touches, the shame and belittlement, the urge to drag a blade across my skin just to feel something other than the anguish twisting inside me—it all fades in his presence. Maybe I’m being led into sin, lured down to hell with only eternal suffering waiting. Silas warned me. Told me he’d destroy me if I didn’t run. But maybe I’m just as addicted to the lick of the devil’s flames as I am to the burning of his gaze.

Silas kicks open a door, smacking my ass as I jump at thesound. The room illuminates as he switches on the lights, my upside-down view revealing olive-green silk sheets and ornate finishes throughout the large space, with what appears to be an en suite off to the side. A laugh escapes me as Silas flips me over and sets me on the edge of the bed.

“You should’ve run, Evie.” His emerald eyes meet mine, swirling with longing and something far too close to guilt as he unzips his pants. He takes his time, hooded eyes blazing into mine like he’s waiting for me to stop him. To change my mind.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I say, because I don’t like the haunted glimpses peeking out from beneath the well-constructed mask Silas wears. He has secrets, a haunted past filled with unmentionable pain… But so do I. Maybe that’s why I’m not afraid to yield to whatever this is. Why I choose to walk into the fire knowing it’ll rise up and ignite our splintered hearts. We’ll blacken and burn, but at least we’ll do it together.

“I choose you, Silas.”Just as fiercely as you choose me.

Licking my lips, I sit up, bringing my hands to his where he started to push down the waistband of his dark jeans. His body goes unnaturally still, and for a moment I swear a primal beast stares back at me—a glimpse of the murderous serpent I know.

“I’m not on birth control,” I murmur, anticipation and fear mingling together. Any form of contraception wasn’t tolerated by my family, but staring into Silas’s eyes, at the thin ring of emerald nearly eclipsed by smoldering onyx, I finally understand the difference between obligation and choice.

“It’s too late for second thoughts, little fox.”

My pulse races as I ease his hands away from his pants. Silas allows it, but there’s no sign he’s changed plans for the night.

“Even if I don’t fuck you now, you’re mine, Evie. Tonight. Tomorrow. And every fucking day after.”

My heart clenches, splitting open and bleeding for the man before me.

“I’m yours?” I ask as I drop to my knees because I want to hear him say it again.

“Yes,” he hisses, voice lowering into a growl. “Mine.”

Maintaining eye contact, I guide one of his hands to the back of my head as I work his jeans down over his knees. Silas lifts a brow, nostrils flaring when he realizes what I’m doing.

“I suppose that makes you mine,” I say in a breathy whisper I barely recognize.

His cock springs free as he steps out of his clothes, and I fight the urge to do the one thing I swore I wouldn’t: run away. There’s no way that thing will fit inside of me—mouth or otherwise.

“That’s right,” Silas purrs, nodding down at me as his fingers tighten in my hair. He tugs gently, forcing my neck to arch as his thumb drags along my bottom lip.