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Silas

I f breaking my nose got me my gorgeous rebel bent over and at my mercy like this every time, then call me a masochist because I’d happily break it several times a day.

Water poured over my face as my hands lathered soap all over my goddess.

I washed every part of her and left the best for last—the one place I hadn’t gone before.

The blood had fled my head for my knob when I thought about how she might react.

Would she fight me? Would she demand I stop?

Would the pleasure be swift and steal every complaint?

If Nika asked me to stop, I would. But something told me that whether or not she openly admitted it, she’d enjoy what I did to her next. She’d enjoy it as much as she enjoyed every bit of affection I laid on her.

Because my rebel was weak to pleasure.

Nika looked over her shoulder when I dropped to my knees behind her.

Her mouth opened, but she wasn’t given time to speak.

My fingers were quicker. After slathering two with lubrication, I teased my bird’s puckered hole with a fingertip before pushing past the tight ring of muscle.

Her back arched and every part of her tensed. She hadn’t expected it.

“What the fuck, Silas?” she rasped.

“Hush, love. Just close your eyes and feel it,” I told her, cock throbbing and desperate for attention. But this was about her. Everything I did in punishment always was.

The hands she’d flattened on the wet tile curled inward, but she didn’t move or fight to get away. She let me have my way.

Water splashed and beat down on us, heat rising, but I didn’t let it stop me from admiring how gorgeous my little rebel was like this. She never failed to take my breath away. I was a lucky bastard to call this fierce fighter mine.

Lips hitched, I sunk my finger in deeper and set out to taste everything just under it.

The air rushed out of the water-battered woman as I swirled my tongue around her clit and then licked the length of her slit twice over.

The tight clench around my finger eased the more I did.

Soon, Nika was breathless, panting, and moving her hips like the sultry minx she was.

I added another finger, stretching her. Her spine curved and her head fell back into a desperate moan, feeling far more than I ever dared to dream. Even fantasies didn’t compare to how beautiful Nika was drenched, moaning, and fully surrendering her body to whatever I wished to do with it.

Bloody fucking perfection, she was.

Her gasping breaths painted the tile in white steam next to her face, her cheek pressed against it. “Silas…” she whispered hoarsely, legs quivering when I added another finger.

My name was all it took to get me on my feet and bending over her. I slammed my fingers in harder, and she swallowed and bit her lower lip to keep from moaning too loudly. The acoustics in this long-dormant home weren’t the best for keeping these moments secret.

Which was exactly my intention.

I wanted to keep her voice in the throes of passion to myself, but I wanted those undeserving wankers to know that no matter how much they drooled, no matter how often they stared, no matter if they cozied up to the devastating beauty, she was mine.

My hand moved faster, and her body tensed against the onslaught of sensation. Her glare cut over before she bit her hand to smother her intensifying moans.

Well, we couldn’t have that, could we? Because then what good would all this effort be if this house full of wankers didn’t hear how good I made my bird feel? I needed every day to start and end with the message so clear it settled into their heads and never disappeared.

They’d never sway her, not with the way she screamed my name as she came.

“No biting, love.”

I captured her wrist and bent her arm behind her back so she couldn’t do it again.

Magic slithered down my arm, locking the limb to her back.

Her quickened breathing hit the tile, but she didn’t fight me.

Grinning, I covered her other hand and locked it above her head.

I’d caged the fluttering bird in, but she didn’t seem to mind.

No, if anything, she quite liked it.

“You’re an asshole,” she hissed as if ready to sink her fangs into my throat, but the way she pushed back against me said otherwise.

“You always say the loveliest things, little rebel.” Catching her ear between my teeth, I lubricated my cock and pressed it where my fingers had been only a few moments before, teasing the red bud with the tip.

It was maddening how good it felt to touch her. It’d never be enough. I’d always want more, and I wasn’t a gentleman. I’d take it if given the option.

She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and stopped herself from moaning.

“Let’s see how long you can keep quiet. Not long, I bet,” I whispered huskily.

“Silas, please—”

My thrust cut her off. I speared in deep and without waiting.

Lilith’s tits, it was the tightest my bird had ever been.

The shuddering clench of her vise-tight arse on my cock nearly made a bloody joke out of me.

I had to slam my other hand on the tile next to her head to keep from going over the edge. I’d come if I wasn’t careful.

Her groan was positively wild. It wasn’t one of pain like I worried; it was rich with pleasure, and I breathed a small sigh of relief that I hadn’t hurt her in my haste.

The lubrication was meant to dull the pain, if not completely erase it.

I hadn’t been confident it’d work on her with everything she’d become immune to.

Hurting my rebel was out of the question.

Pressing her forehead into the wall, she quaked and gasped.

Releasing her pinned arm, I slotted her bent knees over both of my forearms and lifted.

Her hands pressed and glided against the wet tile to keep her from falling forward, her head landing back on my shoulder as I pressed close, buried bollocks-deep in her arse.

It was bloody glorious.

I expected to take a hit to the gut, but my rebel was always surprising me.

Instead of punishing me for coming in too quickly, she rolled and swiveled her hips, testing the feel of it.

She used the wall to power her downward thrusts and her fighter strength to lift and fall on my cock over and over like it was her who initiated it all, not me.

It was my turn to groan. The stimulation was too much, and I hadn’t expected it.

Nika was always keeping me on my toes. I didn’t stand a chance against the clever minx.

“You better make this worth it,” she hissed with a sharp gasp, her head turning just enough to put her sexy threat right into my ear. “Because I’m going to kick your ass for this one, mercenary.”

“Lilith’s tits!” I cursed before withdrawing slightly, only to slam back inside a half-second later. “You know I can’t control myself when you talk like that, little rebel.”

She didn’t answer. She didn’t have to. Her hips did the talking for her.

She moved them in time with my thrusts, her arm reaching up behind her to wrap around my neck.

I dropped a hand between her body and the wall and rubbed her clit the way I knew she liked.

That did the trick. The clench of her soft inner walls around my shaft nearly cut the bloody thing off.

“You’re way too tight, love. You’ll take my knob straight off at this rate,” I growled between staggered slaps.

Her laughter was mixed with moans and grunts. “Serves you right, asshole. It’s the least you deserve.”

I pressed my forehead into her shoulder, hips moving on their own. The pleasure was bloody intoxicating. It always was, but exploring the depths of her arse made it new and exciting. I kept that bit to myself though, out of fear of what my saucy rebel might do if I muttered it out loud.

When she yanked my mouth close to hers, I kissed her and lost myself to the incredible tightness of her body. Steady smacks echoed around us as I sped up, close to making an absolute wanker of myself.

Well, more than I already had.

I hadn’t expected Nika to like it so much that she’d chase every thrust of my hips with her own, but the two of us were in perfect sync. I clung to her, and she clung to me.

After what I’d argue was longer than ten minutes, though I was confident it barely reached a minute or two, I spilled myself deep in her arse. Rigid and huffing as the water continued to wash over us, I pulled out and checked her over. I didn’t see any tears or blood.

Nika swatted me away with an irritated laugh, her pale skin a fierce red and her breathing haggard. “I’m fine, Silas. Stop fucking touching.”

“Na-ah, love. This is your first time with the untold pleasures of the bum. What sort of bastard would I be to leave you in any painful state?” I complained, wiping away water from my face before slicking back my hair.

Her smirk was impish. “Who said it was my first time?”

My gut dropped straight through my bollocks to the floor. “What?” Jealousy was a swift fucking monster. “This isn’t your first time with it, princess?” Every word was a growl leaving my mouth. “What wanker was it? Were they on the list? If they weren’t—”

Nika’s smile overtook her face, and she laughed a little too happily at my miserable expense. “I’m joking, Silas.” Red crept back into her cheeks, though the color already stained several parts of her pale body. “This was my first time.”

Another first? I was bleeding chuffed.

I walked her back, sandwiching her between the wall and my body. “It was, was it?” I couldn’t help the victorious grin on my face. “What’d you think, princess? Like it?”

“I’m not telling,” she grumbled, but her hand reached for my face. “Are you finished?”

My smile faded.

It only dawned on me when she asked that she hadn’t come.

Like a bloody wanker, I’d come first. My reputation as her sex god boyfriend was on the line if she left this shower unsatisfied.

But more than that, I never wanted my rebel to be left wanting.

If anyone was going to leave unsatisfied, it’d be me.

“Silas?” she asked when I didn’t speak.

Dropping to my knees again, I maneuvered her legs over my shoulders. Our eyes clashed when I glanced up at her from between her thighs. “I have one thing left to do. Won’t take but a minute, love,” I murmured in a devilish tone before driving my tongue into her wet cunt.

Like a vise, her thighs latched onto my head. I smirked against her soft folds and hoped I’d make her come before these powerful thighs could put an end to an infamous, uncatchable, and unkillable assassin. I grappled with her strong leg muscles and devoured her cunt like it was my last meal.

Nika’s hands gripped my wet hair for leverage, rocking back and forth against my mouth.

I hummed and released one thigh to slide my fingers along her slick folds until I reached her well-stretched hole at the back.

Her breath caught and her stomach retracted when I grazed it.

And then my bird waited on bated breath for me to finish what I started.

With a happy little growl, I sunk two fingers in and flicked her pleasure nub expertly with my tongue.

Her delighted moan motivated my fingers deeper, my tongue into greater flicking, twisting, and swirling actions.

I was at her mercy, desperate to do my goddess’s bidding.

If she’d commanded it, I’d let these dangerous thighs smash my skull to pieces.

“Right there,” she moaned, gripping my head harder.

My insatiable cock throbbed, always ready for the next round. “Here?” I confirmed with a suck. She quivered and nodded. “How about another finger, yeah? My greedy little rebel likes the feeling from both ends, doesn’t she?”

“Shut up,” she breathed between sharp gasps. “If anyone’s greedy, it’s you.”

“Never said I wasn’t, love.” I chuckled and bit the inside of her thigh. “I’d be a bloody numpty if I didn’t take full advantage of a sweet cunt like this, yeah?”

Water glistened and streamed down her beautiful pale skin. Nika had come undone the way she always did, surrendering to the pleasure I gave her. I enjoyed the view before snaking up her body and lifting her under the back of her thighs.

She curled around me and used her powerful muscles to lift herself.

Then she laid one on me. My bird was good with her mouth in a lot of ways.

She never failed to get a groan out of me when she took control.

I didn’t have a brain cell left to spare when she dropped down and swallowed the length of my cock with her tight cunt.

My hips snapped up to finish the job, and a wild sound left her throat. Neither of us had the patience for slow love-making. Our pace was ruthless from the start. She hopped on my knob like it was her bleeding job, one she was fucking good at, and I just did my best to keep up.

Our harsh breaths echoed around us, the smack of my hips punctuating our lustful chorus.

It might’ve lasted hours if I hadn’t a band of unwelcome wankers waiting down the hall.

Instead, it was only a few minutes where we didn’t speak, where our mouths never left each other and our pace never faltered until the end.

“Oh, fuck,” Nika cursed, her walls squeezing around me like they’d never let go.

I wasn’t far behind her. With a grip like the one her cunt had on me, even the strongest bastard couldn’t keep it together. My rebel was the fiercest in the land, she was.

I crowded her, expecting a loving moment, but she evaded me and left the shower after making sure she was clean. Her sneaky grin taunted me on her way out of the bathroom, leaving me with no other option but to wash myself.

She’s a devil. Drives me bleeding mad.