Page 49 of Silk and Sirens

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to fuck you, Tempest.” His fingers slipped between my legs, and I bit back a moan. “Just play with you a little. Now … lie the fuck back.”

Chapter 22

Caden

I’d never wanted to kill someone so badly … and yet fuck them until they screamed my name.

My cock throbbed painfully against my zipper, aching at the sheer fucking audacity radiating off her in waves. She actually believed she held the upper hand, that I wasn’t already planning exactly how I’d destroy her the moment I got the chance.

“Last warning, Tempest,” I growled, my voice low.

Her eyes widened, lips parting on a shaky breath. The sight sent a fresh pulse of heat straight to my groin.

I wanted to push Aeris right to the fucking edge, to watch her body betray her completely, and prove beyond any doubt that I owned every trembling inch of her.

Her pleasure.

Her fear.

Her helpless fucking arousal that was dripping all over my £250k grand piano.

All of it belonged to me now.

“Lie the fuck back.”

But of course she couldn’t simply follow the command, and so, as I sat on the piano bench, I pulled her legs towards me until my face was exactly where I wanted it to be. Aeris automatically leaned back, catching herself with her palms as I spread her knees. Her pussy was flushed and glistening, bare to my gaze as her ripped underwear sat in my pocket.

She was right. I couldn’t hurt her. Not yet.

But I could ruin her in every other way.

I could make her beg, drip down my tongue and make her come so hard she forgets every clever word that had ever left that pretty mouth.

And tonight, I was going to show her exactly who was in charge.

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” I growled against her cunt, the vibration making her hips jerk. “Look at this greedy little pussy. Still weeping for me.”

“Wait,” she cried, trying to get away.

The first slow, deliberate lick dragged from her entrance all the way up to her swollen clit. “We’ve already established that you’re mine until I grow bored.”

Aeris tried to kick me, almost succeeding before I managed to pin her down.

A low, savage possessiveness surged through me, hot and violent. The thought that other men had tasted her, had ever buried their face between these thick thighs and made her fall apart on their tongue, lit something feral inside me.

I licked her again, slower this time, savouring every slick inch.

“That’s it,” I murmured, voice rough. “Spread those pretty thighs wider for me. Let me taste how much your body wants this even if your mouth keeps lying.”

I sucked her swollen clit into my mouth and flicked my tongue against it with ruthless precision, over and over, deliberately pushing her right to the edge of pain.

She moaned, a desperate sound that was sent straight to my cock.

“See? Such a filthy little liar,” I taunted between licks, sliding two thick fingers deep inside her tight, clenching heat. “Pretending you don’t want this while your cunt is sucking my fingers like it’s starving. So fucking wet for me.”

“Not for you,” she hissed, and I actually chuckled. I accidentally knocked the keys, my piano screeching as I devoured her, adding to the cacophony of her moans.

I think I was addicted, entirely taken in with the way she cried, the way her cunt clenched, and how her hips tried to wriggle away until I’d pinned them down.