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I had no idea sex could feel like this. I had no ideaIcould feel like this.

And yet Silas was growling in frustration behind me. In one swift movement, he pulled his cock out of me, making me almost cry at the loss. And then he was spinning me around, picking me up, and encouraging me to wrap my legs around his waist.

His cock was back inside me in seconds, and from this position I was able to lock my legs at the ankle, place my handson his shoulders and bounce with him, giving as much as I was taking.

His huge hands grabbed my ass, his animalistic growls filling my ear, picking up the pace even more. My eyes flew open as the tip of his cock ground against my g-spot.

I saw my own face reflected back at me in the silver of his mask and instead of feeling embarrassed or ashamed of how out of control and wild I looked, all I could do was release a breathy laugh.

Because I had broken him.

This was not the composed, calm Silas everyone else knew.

This was a man on the edge. A man out of control. A man so overcome with desire for me that he couldn’t hold back any longer.

Fuck… I wanted more of that.

I tensed my pussy once more, feeling the pressure build in my lower stomach. Silas’s thighs began to shake beneath my ass, and I knew that he was getting close as well.

“Silas,” I breathed. “Fuck. More, more, more,” I chanted, bouncing on him over and over and over until…

I exploded, a thousand shooting stars firing behind my lids. My head tipped back, my back arching, and I screamed my release. My entire body shook, my pussy tightened to the point of pain, my teeth chattered and tremor after tremor shot through my body in the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced.

And then Silas was right there, his grip on my skin no longer firm but full-on painful as he slammed his cock inside of me once, twice, three times before he let out a ferocious gasp, sinking his cock inside me one last time before he released, his cum spilling deep inside me.

It took a moment for me to come back to earth, for the stars to stop exploding, for the world to start spinning again.

But when it did, reality came back with a heavy dose of post-nut clarity.

What the fuck had I just done?

Silas must have sensed the shift in me, because he gently lowered me to the floor but before he could even process what was happening, I was scrambling to pick up the ripped pieces of my clothing and was already running back up the stairs before he had even put his cock away.

Without even questioning how I’d done it or why it had been so easy, I ran back to my bedroom and slammed the door behind me.

I don’t remember doing anything else. The next moment of clarity I had, I was sat in the bath, my knees tucked to my chest, my arms wrapped around them, and I was sobbing.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

I replayed the moment over and over in my head and I still couldn’t pinpoint why I’d lost control. WhySilashad lost control.

I hated myself for enjoying it. I hated myself for wanting it. I hated myself for wanting it to happen again.

I spent so much time punishing myself, it never occurred to me to focus on what was important.

Such as the “fuck” Silas had whispered in my ear when he first entered me. Or the way his voice and breathing had sounded so familiar to me.

Maybe I had just been imagining it.

Chapter 30

The Flame

The next day, after what was arguably the shittest night’s sleep ever—including my nights in the basement—I woke with the same lingering feeling of shame.

As I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth, I was barely able to look in the mirror. I couldn’t bear to see the red marks on my cheeks, the bruising on my body. It was all reminders of Silas. Of what we had shared.

Of how much I had enjoyed it.