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M y back hits the wall with a soft thud, but I barely register it because his body is pressed against mine, caging me in. Silas kisses me with such demand, his tongue slips past my lips and swallows every moan that escapes my throat.

“Stay still,” he growls. One of his hands moves up, grabbing me by my throat as he kisses me again. The other hand drags slowly, torturously, down my side, his fingertips run against my skin, igniting every nerve. His grip is like I’m nothing but his plaything. And right now, that is all I want to be.

“You don’t move until I say so.”

I swallow hard, the heat between us building into something I can barely contain. “You think I’d want to move?” My voice is breathy and defiant, and the flare in his eyes that he gives me in response is enough to make me come.

I try to shift, to press myself closer, craving the friction, but his grip on my wrists tightens, painfully so. A sharp gasp escapes me as he presses me harder against the wall, trapping me completely, rendering me powerless beneath him.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay still?”

His free hand moves down, slowly lifting my tank top, the cool air biting at my bare skin. His thumb brushes the underside of my breast, teasing, but not giving me nearly enough. I arch instinctively toward his touch, but Silas pulls away, leaving me gasping in frustration.

“Good girls listen, Sable,” he says, his voice a dangerous whisper. “And you are being a greedy girl. Greedy girls don’t get to come on my cock.”

I bite down hard on my lip, trying to suppress the groan of frustration building in my chest. Every nerve in my body is on fire, the ache between my legs growing unbearable. If he doesn’t touch me right fucking now I will spontaneously combust.

“Are you going to be my good Little Devil?” he whispers against my neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there before his teeth sink in hard, marking me. I gasp, which only makes him chuckle against my skin, his breath hot as he uses his tongue to soothe the bite.

When he pulls away, I can see the need in his eyes. The way he looks at me like I’m his to break.

And I want him to break me.

His touch burns a trail down my side, his fingers brushing just beneath the hem of my shirt before they skim the waistband of my pants. My whole body tenses, waiting for more, needing more. I try to push myself toward him, desperate for that next touch, that next moment where I can lose myself completely. But he tightens his hold on my wrists. The pressure he has on me makes me wince. He likes it when I’m helpless, when I’m completely at his mercy.

I gasp, the slight sting sending a shiver through me, and I realize too late that he’s watching me closely. His lips twitch into a wicked smirk, and I know he’s enjoying this—the way I react to him, the way I let him reduce me to this needy, desperate version of myself.

He likes it when I’m helpless, when I’m completely at his mercy.

And the worst part? I like it too.

“Look at you,” he breathes as he leans closer, his lips just ghosting me. “You’re my own personal hell, and if burning means having you, then I’d set myself ablaze for eternity.”

My heart pounds so hard I’m sure he can hear it, the frantic rhythm betraying every bit of self-control I’m trying to hold onto. I love Silas Morgan. I love him the way fire loves oxygen—intensely, desperately, as though it’s the only way to exist.

His hands slide down my sides, fingers grazing my bare thighs as my leggings pool around my ankles.

“No underwear, Little Devil?”

I shake my head. “I was sleeping…”

A wicked smirk curls at his lips, his eyes darkening as he steps closer, his hand gripping my hip. “Oh,” he breathes, leaning in until his mouth is inches from mine. “Did you think one of us was going to come in and fuck you while you slept? Is that why you didn’t wear any underwear?”

His words should disgust me. They should appall me, make me push him away, but instead, the crude accusation ignites something primal, and I let out a soft, helpless whimper, unable to stop the way my body reacts to him.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, his voice more of a growl now. “My girl has gotten dirtier.”

The possessiveness in his tone makes my breath hitch, and before I can say anything, he grabs me by the waist, lifting me as though I weigh nothing. A small gasp escapes me as he spins me around and lays me on the bed—the same bed where, just two months ago, he taught me what it meant to be his.

He hovers over me, his body a wall of heat. Silas leans down, his lips trailing along my neck, sending shivers racing across my skin. When his teeth sink into the curve of my shoulder, hard enough to leave another mark, a breathy moan slips from my lips.

“You know what I love most about you? The way you fall apart so easily. The way you want to be broken.”

I try to turn my head, to avoid his stormy eyes, but his hand is suddenly on my chin, gripping it tightly, forcing me to stare deeply into his eyes.

“Don’t move. You want to come on this cock, don’t you, Little Devil?”

My mouth falls open, a desperate, breathless sound escaping me as I nod, my body arching beneath him, craving the touch I know he’s withholding. His hand moves lower, dancing across my belly, and I bite down hard on my lip as his fingers press against me. He reaches my slit and uses one finger to collect the arousal that is already pooling there, waiting for his cock.

“You’re soaking,” he mutters, almost to himself, his fingers teasing me with light, torturous strokes. “You’ve been like this all night, haven’t you? Waiting for me?”

I let out a small, breathless moan, trying to shift beneath him, but he doesn’t give me the relief I need. His fingers continue their slow, agonizing pace, driving me wild with frustration.

“Silas, please.”

He chuckles darkly, his other hand tightening around my chin as he forces me to look up at him. “I love it when you beg.”

His fingers press harder against my clit, his pace quickening, and I can feel myself unraveling beneath him, the last bit of control I have leaving my body.

“Look at you,” he murmurs. “You’re a mess, and you’re mine. Completely, utterly, mine. ”

I feel the words like a brand, searing through me, carving his claim into every inch of me. My skin is burning, my pulse wild, and the air between us only builds higher, like a fire feeding on itself—insatiable.

He leans in, his mouth tracing the line of my jaw, teeth scraping, testing, pushing until I feel the sharp sting as he bites down. I gasp, but he doesn’t stop—he doesn’t ease up. Instead, his teeth sink harder, sending a rush of dark, aching pleasure through me, one that brings tears to my eyes even as it makes me want him more.

“You like that, don’t you?” he hisses, his breath hot against my skin. “The pain, the power, the way I can tear you apart and put you back together exactly how I want. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

He pulls me closer, his fingers slipping back to my throat, pressing down on the sides just enough to make my vision blur around the edges, my heartbeat thundering in my ears. His gaze doesn’t waver, his eyes locked on mine, watching every reaction, every quiver, every surrender.

“If I could, I’d keep you here. Make you mine in ways that no one else could ever undo. Would you let me? Would you let me keep you here, love you, break you until you couldn’t breathe without me?”

“Silas…” I whisper, his name falling from my lips like a prayer. Praying for a god to redeem me from the sins I have committed with these men.

Silas’ expression shifts, satisfaction flickering in his eyes as his grip tightens, his fingers digging into my skin, bruising my throat with his touch.

He pulls me up in a consuming kiss that feels a lot like ownership.

Like destruction.

Like he’s reshaping me with every touch.

His hand moves lower, slipping between my thighs again, but this time, there’s no patience, no mercy. My body is helpless against the onslaught, my mind slipping, shattered, as I feel myself unraveling completely.

“I want you to break for me,” he breathes against my skin, his voice so dark, so wickedly unhinged that it makes my entire body burn with need. “I want you to fall apart for me, and only me, until the only thing you know is the sound of my voice, the feel of my hands, the weight of me holding you exactly where I want. Then I will put you back together. Piece my piece. I want to do that forever, Sable. You are my eternity.”

His fingers quicken, his pace merciless, leaving me gasping, trembling, begging without words as I spiral toward the edge. The pressure builds, coiling tighter, until I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t exist beyond this moment, beyond him.

“Now,” he growls. “Now. Let go for me.”

I shatter, falling into him, my body pulsating, a feeling that consumes everything, leaving nothing untouched, nothing of me that isn’t his. And as I fall apart in his arms, I know one truth with a terrifying, consuming certainty:

Silas Morgan isn’t just the fire I need to survive. He’s the inferno that will destroy me, and I’d burn gladly, a thousand times over, just to be his.

He releases my wrists, but before I can catch my breath, he yanks me back to him, flipping me around and down onto the bed as if I weigh nothing. His hands glide over my back, roaming down to my hips.

“If I destroy you, it’s only because I want all of you. Every. Last. Piece,” he breathes against my back. His hand reaches down to unzip his jeans and lets out his cock. I feel the hardness press against my back as he groans in relief.

“Fuck me, Si. Please,” I pant against the bedsheets, my hair flung over my eyes.

The head of his cock slides against the crack of my ass and down in between my folds. Gathering my arousal onto the head, he exhales a breathy little moan.

“So fucking wet. Fuck,” he groans, pushing the head of his cock inside of me.

He slowly sinks into me, deep and hard, until he’s all the way inside of my pussy. His hands slide up, knotting in my hair, yanking my head back so that my throat is exposed to him. My breath catches, and my eyes shoot up, meeting his gaze as it locks onto me, predatory, his pupils blown as he drinks in every breathless sound that escapes my lips.

“You belong under me, trembling, begging.” He moves both hands around my throat and uses the column of it to brace himself as he pounds into me.

“Silas—” I manage to choke out.

He presses his cheek against mine, a wicked smile curls on his lips as he pushes into me further. “So desperate, so needy. My perfect Little Devil.”

He thrusts harder, rougher, every movement an unyielding demand, each push sending shockwaves through my body. I’m so close. His grip on my throat tightens, making staying conscious hard, my heart pounding as he holds me right on the edge of control.

“Look at you, helpless under me,” he taunts, his voice dripping with that dark, arrogant edge that, in any other situation, I’d slap him for. “You’re falling apart just how I want, and you’re not even trying to resist, are you? Because you know this is exactly where you belong. You were made to be here, like this, with me.”

My answer is a whimper, but he’s relentless, his fingers slipping lower between my thighs, claiming every part of me. His mouth is close to my ear, his voice a growl that makes my skin burn.

“You love it when I take control, don’t you?” he hisses. “When I make you feel this helpless, this needy, until there’s nothing left but me.”

“Y-yes.” I nod frantically.

He smirks, clearly pleased, and his hand slips back to my throat, pressing down again until my vision goes dark just before he releases it. My orgasm crashes through me just as he gives me the ability to breathe again.

His thrusts grow sharper, harder, each one making me wild. “That’s it. Milk this fucking cock. Take it all. Every single part of me—all of me. One day I’m going to put a fucking baby there. Breed you. I’m doing that first. That’s my womb. I’m going to plant my seed so far inside of you that no one will question whose baby it is. It will be mine.”

With one final, powerful thrust, his body stills, his grip tightening as he lets out a low, guttural groan. I feel him pulse inside me, his hands on me, digging into my ass cheeks, as he finds his own release, his body pressed firmly against mine, both of us suspended in that singular, breathtaking heat.

He stays there, his chest rising and falling against my back, his breathing slowly steadying. His hand slides up to cradle my jaw, his thumb brushing over my cheek as he pulls me back to him, keeping me close, as if unwilling to let go, even as his dick softens inside of me.

“Mine,” he murmurs, the word soft but still brands itself into every part of me. He kisses my shoulder, the press of his lips surprisingly gentle.

Silas shifts, his hands still firmly holding me as he leans down, his mouth tracing a possessive path along my neck.

“This is where you belong. You’re coming home—back to us. Back where you were always meant to be.”

I sink into him, letting myself melt against the steady strength of his embrace, feeling every word, every promise as if it’s been carved into me.

“Take me home, Silas.”