Page 145 of Silk and Sirens

Caden

Firestarter:

Don’t back out.

I believe in you.

Bas called you a pussy by the way.

Voice note from Bas:

>play<

Firestarter:

Don’t listen! He most definitely called you a pussy.

I’d booked out the entire restaurant.

No staff, no other guests, just Aeris and me surrounded by candlelight and the glittering view of the Thames. I wanted her all to myself tonight.

It was a date, because Aeris deserved the cute dates. She deserved the movie nights and the stolen kisses in the rain.

She deserved the fucking world, and I planned to give it to her.

“What are you looking at?” she asked, her red-painted lips curving.

“You.”

Aeris laughed, the sound wrapping around me like the greatest fucking symphony.

She looked breathtaking in that dress, the deep-green fabric clinging to every curve as she sat across from me. Every inch the siren she was.

“Come here,” I demanded, crooking a finger.

Cocking her head, Aeris slowly stood.

Anticipation hummed between us, this electricity that seemed to prickle across my skin, vibrating with the simple awareness of each other. As soon as she was close enough I grabbed her hand, lifting her effortlessly to set her on the edge of the table. My hands slid up her smooth legs, pushing the hem of her dress higher until it bunched around her hips.

She smirked when I looked down to find her already bare.

Fuck.

This woman was going to be the death of me.

“Open your legs,” I demanded, knowing we were alone. We’d finished our dessert a while ago, and I’d paid the staff a fucking fortune to fuck off and give us privacy.

Aeris swallowed, her knees remaining stubbornly closed. “Or what?”

I leaned in, pressing my lips deceptively gently against her exposed shoulder, then higher, against the frantic pulse in her throat. “Oh, Tempest,” I whispered against her ear, letting my breath ghost over her skin. “Do you really want to find out?”

Her breathing hitched, a flush spreading across her chest as her body betrayed her. I could already smell how wet she was. Her body reacting to my threat like it did every time.

“Remember,” I murmured, nipping at her earlobe, “only good girls get to come.” My cock throbbed painfully against my zipper, aching to bury itself inside her, but this wasn’t about me tonight. “Last warning. Open your fucking legs.”

She smirked, eyes dancing with wicked delight. “Make me.”

Fucking brat.