She moans as she kisses me properly, her body moving against mine, betraying her desire. I’ve waited years to feel her against me like this, and it’s even better than in my memories. I push against her, making her take a step back.
I walk her toward the mirror in the hallway that way, step by step, her lips never leaving mine. Alanna moans against my mouth, her tongue tangling with mine in a way that has me wondering what her hot little mouth will feel like around my cock. I have a feeling it’ll be a thousand times better than my memories. I turn her around in front of the mirror and place my lips right below her ear, pressing a featherlight kiss to her skin.
“If you’re going to do this, Alanna… if you’re going to use me to take revenge on Ryan, then you’re going to watch yourself in this mirror. You’re going to watch me fuck you.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Alanna
Silas stands behind me and looks at me through the mirror. The way he looks at me… I’ve never had a man look at me that way. His desire is on display, and he doesn’t try to hide it. His eyes trail over my body hungrily, and I bite down on my lip in an effort to control my emotions.
“Look at yourself, Alanna,” he whispers, his hands trailing up from my waist to my breasts. His thumbs graze over my nipples, and he grins. “Already turned on, and I’ve barely even touched you. Fucking look at you.”
He places his hand at the top of my dress, taking his time, teasing me. Silas smiles when he pulls the zipper on the back down, exposing my skin inch by inch. My heart is racing by the time his hand reaches my lower back. He grins at me in the mirror before leaning in and presses a kiss to the back of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.
He pulls away to look at me, his eyes on the mirror as he pushes the straps of my dress off my shoulder. It pools at my feet, the air cold on my bare skin. I shiver, and Silas presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Beautiful,” he whispers. “You’re even more beautiful than you were in my fantasies.”
I stare at him with wide eyes, and he grins. “I’ve been wondering what your lips would taste like,” he says, his hand wrapping around my throat. He tilts my head to the side and kisses me, his movements slow, sexy. His every move is powerful, filled with the promise of more.
I’m breathless by the time he pulls his lips away to move them to my neck instead. His teeth graze over my skin, and then he sucks down on my neck, leaving a mark. “I need a taste of your pussy,” he tells me.
I gasp, and Silas chuckles as he turns me around to face him. “Yeah, baby,” he whispers. “I wanted you from the moment I walked into the coffee shop. You dating my brother didn’t change that. I knew I’d have you in the end. What I didn’t expect was you coming to me so willingly.”
He drops to his knees and places his lips against my breast, kissing me softly before twirling his tongue over my nipple. It hardens instantly, and he smirks as he pulls away a little to admire his work. Silas blows against my skin, and the air feels different against it.
He freezes all of a sudden, his gaze on the tattoo hidden just below my breast. It’s the phrase he’s using as his password, followed by a tiny Ψ symbol. I had it tattooed on myself in London, though I could never pinpoint why both mattered to me so much. I may not remember anything from my past, but these two things I found myself scribbling on my notepad whenever my thoughts drifted.
“This,” he groans, his finger tracing over my tattoos. “What is this?”
I shake my head. “It’s nothing. I don’t actually know. It’s complicated, so please don’t ask.”
He looks into my eyes, his expression surprisingly tender. “Okay, my love,” he whispers. “I won’t ask. Not now.”
Silas moves his attention to my other breast, trapping my nipple between his teeth as a reprimand. This time, a moan escapes my lips, and he rewards me by teasing me with his tongue. “Silas, please,” I whisper, unsure of what I’m even asking for. I have no idea what I’m even doing here. I was mad and impulsive, but I can’t get myself to regret it. Not when his touch makes me feel this good.
“Please what, baby?” he asks. “Tell me what you want. Do you want me to lick this delicious pussy of yours?” he adds, his fingers trailing over my navy silk underwear. He grins when he realizes how wet the fabric is and my cheeks slowly turn crimson.
He looks me in the eye as he places his hands on either side of my hips, dragging down my thong until he’s got it around my ankles. “Bare,” he murmurs. “I knew it.”