ANMELDENSilas
I finished work early tonight. Earlier than usual. But rest doesn't come easy. I'm lying in bed, arms folded behind my head, eyes fixed on the ceiling. My jaw clenches at the thought of Apex. The meeting.
It won't be easy conversations over expensive wine or carefully worded threats hidden behind smiles. It'll be the kind of meeting where names get dropped, where stakes are real and reputations hang by a thread. Tension so thick you can taste it in th
The stretch is immediate. My body shudders at the sensation of her wrapped around me, warm and impossibly tight. Her breath hitches. A soft whimper escapes her mouth and her hand grips my forearm. I groan as her body squeezes around me. "Fuck, angel..." My eyes threaten to roll back in my skull. "You feel like heaven."She hisses through her teeth. "Silas... it's too big. It's not going to fit."I still, holding myself back for her. "It's okay," I whisper. "It's only the tip, angel. We've got a long way to go." I kiss her cheek. "I'll fit. Your body was made to take my cock."She swallows, her breath unsteady, but she nods. "This is the hardest part," I murmur, running my hand along her side. "Just breathe. Relax for me."
I pour everything into it. All the unspoken emotions, all the sleepless nights I've spent without her, all the ways I'm falling for her without even meaning to. I want her to feel it. To know it. My fingers slide from her chin to the side of her neck, down the curve of her shoulder, mapping her like she's sacred ground. To me, she is.Fuck, I want her. I need her.I pull away, resting my forehead against her, both of us breathing hard. "I want you, angel," I murmur, voice hoarse, barely holding back the need thrumming through me. "Tell me I can have all of you."Her lips find mine, fevered and soft all at once. Between kisses, she whispers the words that send my heart straight into free fall."You already have all of me."I reach between us and cup the heat of her pussy through her panties. Her breath hitches, eyes fluttering. So responsive."No," I murmur, against her lips. "I meanallof you."Her eyes meet mine a
SilasI finished work early tonight. Earlier than usual. But rest doesn't come easy. I'm lying in bed, arms folded behind my head, eyes fixed on the ceiling. My jaw clenches at the thought ofApex. The meeting.It won't be easy conversations over expensive wine or carefully worded threats hidden behind smiles. It'll be the kind of meeting where names get dropped, where stakes are real and reputations hang by a thread. Tension so thick you can taste it in the air.I'm bringingBeatrice. My angel. The woman who's taken root under my skin in a way no one else ever has. She's going to see it all. The glittering resort and the darkness that lurks beneath the floors. It's not just luxury and ocean views. It's a fortress, a playground, a chessboard, and every player there is a dangerous game.Maybe this is a mistake. I'm being selfish for wanting her there. But I can't shake the urge to show her. Not just the charm or the control. I wa
He leans back in his chair, running a hand through his slicked-back, thick hair. "Atticus."Just hearing the name makes me want to roll my eyes. Why does everyone want to talk aboutAtticustoday?Silasexhales. "He might've gone back to the island, but that's not the end of it. He's interested in you and he's not going to stop.""Why are you telling me this?""I want you to be prepared," he says simply. "He doesn't let go of things easily. When he wants something, he'll keep chasing until he has it."I tilt my head, studying his face. He's always so composed. "Doesn't that... bother you?" I ask, my voice cautious.Calm as ever, he says, "Oddly enough, no. It doesn't bother me."I blink, confused. "It doesn't?" I echo, a crease forming between my brows.He smirks faintly, his eyes watching me as if he's reading every flicker of emotion across my face. "If it were anyone else? Absolutely. I'd lose my fucking shit.&n
BeatriceAs I move through the house, I can finally breathe again now thatAtticusis gone. Thank God. The air doesn't feel so suffocating now. No dark presence looming in corners. No heat pressing into my back, making my skin crawl. Only peace.Thenerveof that man...Still trying to pretend to beSilas. Whispering "Hey, angel," into my skin like he has the right.Atticusmight wear the same face, speak with the same voice, but everything underneath is twisted and dangerous. He touches me like I'm a toy. Looks at me like I'm prey. And for what? A fucking reaction?I've figured it out. That's what he wants, craves, feeds on. So I'll starve him of it. One-word answers. Short, clipped replies. I saw his jaw clench. How his arms crossed over his chest like he was trying not to explode. Let him burn.When he stormed out of the house, I smiled. That arrogant bastard thought telling me that he was goin
My hand is on her doorknob before I can think twice, pushing it open without a sound. It's dark, soft moonlight slipping between the curtains and casting pale shadows across the room.Beatriceis laying on her side, blanket around her hip, lips parted slightly, dark lashes fanned against her cheeks. She looks peaceful, so fucking innocent.I step closer. Standing at the edge of her bed. I look down at her and take her in. There are so many ways I could wake her up right now. With my cock in her mouth. In her pussy. In her ass. There are so many options. So many fantasies that would take nothing but a slight shift of her body and a little pressure from me.I won't. I clench my fists at my sides and breathe through my nose, jaw tight as I force myself not to move. I'm proud of myself. Didn't think I had it in me.But I can't leave until I at least get my hands on her... just a little. Just enough to take the edge off. I lower myself beside her bed. My fi
BeatriceI wipe my hands on a dish towel and lean against the counter, exhaling slowly. It was another long day. My feet ache, my back is stiff and yet... all I can think about is Silas.I still can't believe he helped me with that little ass scrape. I hadn't even noticed it, but he did. He doesn't
Goddamn, Beatrice's got an ass on her. Round, high, and just asking to be held. Bitten. Spanked. Worshipped. I am an ass man through and through.My fingers twitch at the thought of how perfectly that ass would fit in my hands, how soft her skin would feel under my palms. I shift my stance, trying
SilasI sit behind my computer with next month's financial projections for Apex sprawled out across the screen. Line after line of numbers I usually dissect with precision. But today, they blur together, smearing into meaningless rows of black and white.I can't stop thinking about Beatrice.I lean
I slam my fist into his mouth, splitting his lip wide open. Teeth clack together. Blood sprays against my shirt. I pride myself on control. Pain should be calculated. But when it comes to the only thing I actually love in this world, that control shatters. The second Pete brought my brother into th







