Page 37

Chapter twenty-three

Silas

Girlfriend stealing dog, I have my eye out for you.

~ New Year’s Eve ~

Christmas was great with my family and Cecilia. And Milo, can’t forget Milo. Everyone loves him. Mom got teary-eyed when she saw him and practically tackled Cecilia, thanking her for loving me so profoundly.

It was an emotional day for all of us. Our first Christmas together with our new addition to the family, new memories made. Cecilia is my world, and tonight’s the night, the first step into making her my everything.

We’re preparing the penthouse for our New Year’s Eve party that’s also doubling as my birthday party since I’m one of the lucky kids to be born on the first day of the year.

Given this will be our last moments here, we offered to host the New Year instead of Clay and Morgan.

A nice way to say goodbye to this life and hello to the next.

The staff and catering company I hired are in full swing with decorations and food. The furniture has been rearranged to make it more open. Small high tables have been placed against the walls and around the space for people to set down their drinks.

Black and gold decorations go as far as the eye can see, even the ceiling is covered in floating balloons with their strings hanging down. It’s fucking impressive what Cecilia and Emma came up with.

An hour ago, my girl was finally satisfied with the decorations and headed upstairs to get ready. We still have another hour before people start arriving, so I decide now’s a good time to join Minnie on getting ready.

I take the steps two at a time, heading to my open bedroom door. I stop dead in my tracks when my girl comes into view. Holy shit. I’ll never tire of seeing her like this. I cross my arms over my chest and lean against the doorframe, ankles crossed as I admire the beauty before me.

Her back is to me as she adjusts an earring, facing the full-length mirror. Her hair is up in a neatly done messy bun with a couple of tendrils hanging out, framing her face. Scarlet-red paints her lips, and a pair of dangling diamond earrings hang off her earlobes. She’s mesmerizing.

But the dress... fuck me, the dress I want to rip off her body and chain her to the bed.

A stunning skin-tight golden dress lines her delicate body, stopping at her feet with a long slit up her left leg, all the way to her hip. Inch-wide straps cover her shoulders, with a deep V-neck exposing her gorgeous juicy breasts that stand perfectly.

I have no idea how they’re holding up like that with no bra. Women and their magic tricks to fry our brains. Gold gemstones spread all over the dress, then decrease once below the top of her thighs.

She looks like a sparkling present made just for me. And I can’t wait to unwrap her.

“You just gonna stand there gawking?” She sends me a sultry look through the mirror.

“I’m contemplating calling off the party and keeping you locked in here all night.”

“Mmm, tempting.” She beckons me forward with the curl of her index finger, calling me to her as she remains facing her reflection.

“You? Hell, yeah,” I say, sauntering over to her.

I place my hands on her hips, rocking them back into me as her round ass presses into my growing magic stick. My left hand leaves her hip and slithers its way through the slit, running my fingertips along the back side of her thigh all the way up to her squishy globe.

Her hand comes up to wrap the back of my neck, playing with the hair at my nape. She arches her back as she presses further into me, humming with pleasure while biting her lip.

I let go of her ass and bring my hand to her front, still under the fabric of her dress. My fingers slip into the waistband of her tiny lace thong, gliding down smooth skin before I hit the pot of gold. A soaking wet pot of gold.

She moans, closing her eyes when my fingers pass through her slippery folds. I lower my mouth to her neck and lick her delicious skin before biting down and leaving my mark as I rub slow circles over her clit.

“Ahh!” She whimpers from the sting of my bite. I kiss it soothingly, then suck on the tender skin. She’s going to have one hell of a hickey there, but I don’t care. I love seeing them on her, knowing I made them.

I push two fingers into her opening, not giving her a chance to adjust. I know my girl likes a bit of pain. And I love delivering it. She grinds herself down on my hand, rocking back and forth. My free hand comes up to play with her breast, squeezing it hard and making her cry out.

“That’s it, baby. Ride my hand like the dirty little girl you are,” I growl into her ear.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good.” She moans and begins to move her hips faster as I pump my fingers. I add a third one and pump more aggressively, using my thumb to press onto her clit. “Oh God! I’m gonna come! Don’t stop.”

I feel her muscles tightening around my fingers, her juices leaking out of her. I love how wet she gets for me, it’s one hell of a turn on. “Come for me, baby. Show me how much you love my fat fingers inside your tight little pussy.”

“Oh, Silas! YES, YES, YES!” she screams as her body begins to shake violently.

She pulls on my hair painfully, but I accept the pain and give her some in return, sinking my teeth into her shoulder. She cries out as she finishes riding the wave of her orgasm, turning to mush in my hands.

I remove my fingers and pepper kisses over every inch of bare skin I can reach, giving her time to regain her strength enough to stand on her own.

Once she’s come out of her daze, I release her and turn her around to face me.

I slip my fingers into her hair, destroying her artistically made messy bun completely.

I crash my lips to hers, smearing red lipstick all over our mouths.

“Silas, you’re ruining me,” she says breathlessly.

“I thought you liked it when I ruined you.” I chuckle against her soft, pillowy lips.

“I love it when you ruin me.” She giggles.

“But we have guests coming over soon, and now I have to start all over.” She pushes me away and turns back to the mirror.

“OH MY GOD, SILAS! Look at me! I’m a mess, I have to redo my hair and my makeup.

My panties are soaking wet, so I’ll have to change those, and how am I supposed to cover this up?

!” She points to her neck and shoulder where evidence of my love bites rest.

I can’t help but laugh, which earns me a swat to the arm. “This isn’t funny! I don’t need everyone knowing I was defiled minutes before they arrived.” She rushes to the bathroom, grabbing a tissue, and comes back, wiping her lips clean and dabbing at her neck like it will magically remove it.

“Baby, even if you do manage to cover it up, they’ll still know it happened. There’s no man on this planet that would be able to resist you in that dress. Which, on second thought, I’m not sure I want you wearing it anymore. Go change.”

She turns slowly my way, eyebrows raised. “Excuse me?”

“Did you see how easy it was for me to touch you in it? Nope, not happening. I’m not taking the chance of someone else slipping their hand in or getting a free show if your dress moves the wrong way.

The only way I’ll accept you wearing that dress is if you are glued to my side all night,” I tell her, nodding to myself, satisfied with my resolve.

“Oh, sure. Why don’t you just cuff yourself to me while you’re at it.” She rolls her eyes and begins to fix her hair.

“Actually, that’s a fucking great idea!” I jump onto the bed, rolling to the other side.

I slide open the drawer to the nightstand and fish through our toy selection.

Turns out my girl is really kinky and loves to play.

She especially loves when I use these on her.

At the bottom of the drawer, I find what I’m looking for.

Raising the handcuffs in the air, I jump back onto the bed and make my way to her.

“Silas, I was kidding! You are not putting those on me.” She tries to bat me away as I circle my arms around her.

“But you love when I use them.” I pout, giving her puppy dog eyes.

“I do. But not with people around.” She pecks my lips. “I’m not changing my dress.”

I groan loudly, throwing my head back. This woman is trying to kill me, I’m going to have to fend people off all night. I don’t care if they’re my friends, no one is looking at my woman.

She places her arms around my neck, bringing me down to her. “How about we make a deal?” Rising on her toes, she whispers in my ear, “If you let me wear the dress, I’ll let you tie me up tonight and do anything you’d like.” Then she licks the shell of my ear with the tip of her tongue.

I shiver in delight, eyes going wide. My erection is in full bloom once more. “Anything?” I say on a swallow.

“Anything.”

Fuck yes! Seems I’ll be committing a few murders tonight, but definitely worth it.

Milo takes that moment to trot into the room like a king.

In one week, he’s settled in perfectly and is one hell of an amazing dog.

Once he sees Cecilia, his steps kick up and he skips over to her, whining to get picked up, which she complies with immediately and hugs him to her chest. Lucky bastard.

He’s wearing a small dog tuxedo with a balloon filled with helium attached to his collar. Cecilia thought it was a good way to keep an eye on him tonight with the number of people there will be.

“You like my dress, don’t you, Milo?” she coos to the dog.

In response, he licks her chest. That dog, I swear he’s plotting to steal my girlfriend. Always licking her and nibbling her, cuddling up her side the minute I leave the bed.

Just last night, she was getting down on her knees for me, and he chose that moment to demand to go outside. Cecilia, being the good dog owner, didn’t want to make him wait, so I was left hanging. Whoever said babies ruin your sex life was wrong. It’s dogs.