Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I bite my lower lip so hard I taste blood.
“Tell me, is this real enough for you?” He flicks my nipple.
I don’t think I can form words, though. “I want…”
He pumps in and out and in and out, weaving his fingers with mine and drawing my arms over my head. He kisses me as he moves inside me, fucking me like I’ve never been fucked before, every nerve ending on fire. Making me feel like I’ve never felt before.
“Is it real or do you need more to believe it?”
“More,” I say, opening my eyes to look into his, to see his eyes darken with lust as he thrusts in hard, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my face.
I am pure sensation, electricity, a live wire.
“Tell me it’s real, and I’ll make you come. Tell me it’s real, O,” he says.
“It’s real. It’s real.”
“Swear it.”
“I swear it. It’s real. Please. God. Please. I need to come… Oh…”
Silas’s teeth close over the curve of my throat, and he fucks me deeper than I have ever thought possible. When I hear his moan of pleasure, hear him call out my name, I squeeze my fingers around his, nails digging into flesh, and we come together and I feel every throbbing second of his release knowing that right now, in this moment, he is as far gone as me. As lost as me. And as I take his come inside me, I know it is real. It is more real than anything else in this world.
10
SILAS
Ipull out, and Ophelia looks up at me with sleepy eyes.
“Hey.” I kiss her cheek. A sheen of sweat dampens her forehead.
“Hm.” She closes her eyes.
“You okay?”
She nods, never opening her eyes.
I smile, slip out of the bed, and throw the sheet over her. In the bathroom, I clean myself up and wet a washcloth with warm water and soap. Her glasses are on the counter, so I pick those up and carry both the washcloth and the glasses to the bedroom. She’s fast asleep. I set her glasses on the nightstand and roll her onto her side. She is jelly, her body pliable and giving, not an ounce of resistance left in her.
I clean her, liking the idea of my come inside her. I then tuck her under the blankets and drop the washcloth in the hamper. From the top of the desk, I pick up the ring. It’s delicate but strong. I bring it back to the bed and sit on the edge, looking at Ophelia’s sleeping face. How relaxed she looks. How peaceful.
I take her left hand, and she doesn’t stir as I slip the ring onto her finger before tucking her back in. Brushing the hair off her forehead, I kiss her there.
“Love, sweetheart. I marry for love,” I whisper against her ear.
She makes a sound but remains asleep.
“Sweet dreams,” I tell her.
I get up, collecting my clothes and going into one of the other bedrooms to shower and get dressed. Once I’m ready, I pick up the envelope containing a copy of everything I’d found in Horatio Hart’s locked box and find Hamish waiting for me outside. He flicks the cigarette he was smoking onto the driveway and crushes it underfoot.
“Those things will kill you.”
“If they don’t, something else will.”
“True enough. Give her this in the morning,” I say, handing him my phone. “Tell her to call Nigella.”
“I will. You sure you want to do this, boss?”
“Yeah. Keep her safe. She’s your priority. She’s your only priority.”
He nods and hands me the keys to one of the SUVs. I glance up at the window of the bedroom where my wife—my wife—is sleeping and force myself to climb into the driver’s seat and take care of what I need to take care of.
I will be arrested tonight. I have no doubt. But I need to find out exactly what I’m dealing with when it comes to the Carlisle-Bents. So, I drive to the hospital and walk in through the front door. I take the elevator to the fourth floor, where two uniformed officers nod when they see me. I glance at the nurse’s station. It’s empty. I make my way down to room 414, where another officer stands guard. When he sees me, he glances at his colleagues down the hall before stepping aside.
Money buys access. It will be an expensive ten minutes.
Horatio Hart is clearly expecting me. The light is on, and he’s sitting up in his bed looking like he’s lost a few pounds since last I saw him.
“Silas.”
“Horatio.”
I pull up a chair and sit.
“Where’s Ophelia?” he asks.
“Safe.”
“You married her.” His lawyer would have told him.
I nod.
He smiles. “I’m glad it was you and not him.”
I don’t mention I had to blackmail her into it. “Are you doing okay?”