Page 66 of Glass

“Don’t worry,” I breathe. “I expect to do my full complement of chores tomorrow, Silas. Just don’t fuckingstop.”

I have no doubts that this will make things messy. But I still can’t bring myself to stop him as he continues his slow, tortuous movement.

“When I’m finished fucking you with my fingers,” he says in a low voice, “I’ll spread you open for me, Anastasia. Hold you down as I push my cock into you, making you take every damn inch of it.”

My legs shake, and he grips my hips. “I’d fuck myself into your skin,” he says hoarsely, “Brand you with me until you can’t breathe, can’t move without remembering the feel of meowningyou.”

The desire, the possession, is clear in his words. I close my eyes, drinking them in.

Thisis Silas.

“You want to own me.” My words are soft. “Don’t you?”

He swears, low and violent. “I need to own you like I need fucking breath in my lungs, Stasi. I’ve spent ten years hunting you down, and now you’re here and I’m scared I’ll fuckingbreakyou with how much I need you.”

Even all those years ago, he watched me with ownership in his eyes. Ownership that extended to his brothers, but to nobodyelse. He stole my words, my memories, my secrets, all of them, taking them and keeping them for himself in that little hallway. And I knew, knew from the way he watched me, from the way that theyallwatched me that I was theirs. Even at the age of fifteen, even though none of them laid a hand on me, we all knew.

There was never going to be anyone else for me, once I had them.

And when he realized that I was notjusthis – that my mother still had a claim on me – he lost me, through his temper and his rash actions.

Except now I’m back. And as his hands roam my body, cupping and touching as though every inch has been made for him, I know that he will never let me go again.

And I wonder who made the decision for my imprisonment to last for twenty years.

His admission sucks the air from my lungs, even as his hand pushes further, rubs at me until I stand on my tiptoes to try and escape the curling, growing heat inside me. But I want more, my body bucking as he holds me.

“Silas,” I groan.

And my eyes fly open as he pulls away from me. “W-what—,”

But his hands are sinking into my leggings, dragging them down along with the basic black underwear Kit bought for me. They stick to my skin stubbornly, but he yanks at them until they drop to my ankles and I kick them off. They land with a wet thump, and I shiver in the cool air as his hands spread over the back of my thighs. “What happens now?”

Silence. I swallow hard as his hands move, pushing me apart.

“Now,” he says softly. “Comes the punishment.”

His hands abandon my skin, cool air dancing in his wake, and I crane my head around. My eyes widen when I see him wander over to the huge wooden desk. He takes a seat in the leatherchair, his eyes on my body where I stand braced against the wall, my legs and pussy bared to his gaze.

When I shift, his voice rings out. “Don’t move. I want to look at you, Anastasia.”

The words wash over me, leave me breathless. “Look at me?”

“Mmm.” He leans back in his chair. “I spent ten years without you. Now that I have you, I want to soak in the feeling for a while. Watch your greedy, wet little pussy as it twitches for me. And while I’m doing that, you can decide how many times I should spank your ass for driving me absolutely, irrevocably fuckinginsane. Today, and every other day that you haven’t been right fuckinghere.”

I only hesitate over the words for a split second. “It’s not allmyfault that I wasn’t here.”

Silence. Such deep silence that I bite my lip and squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting to look behind me. Finally, I suck it up and throw a quick glance over my shoulder.

Silas raises a dark eyebrow. “You done?”

I purse my lips. Consider it. Nod, slowly. “For now.”

We have a reckoning coming, he and I. For that day.

But for now, I’ll let him have this. Have me. Punish me, in whatever way he deems fit.

And hope that it’ll banish that icy cold from his expression when he looks at me outside of this room.