Page 86 of The Addict

“Thank you, Mr. Thorne. I know this must take time out of your busy schedule,” I said, gazing up at him with need.

The driver glanced backwards in the mirror, eyeing me suspiciously.

“Of course not, Mr. Hansen. It’s no trouble at all.” Silas returned to his seat.

“Where to, Mr. Thorne?” The driver questioned, obviously eager to rid Silas of his excess baggage—A.K.A: Me.

“Drive around for a while. Mr. Hansen and I have a lot of catching up to do after our last conference.” Silas replied firmly, his finger pressing down on a small black button that began to divide the two sides of the car with a seamless opaque screen. “You will not disturb us.”

I bit my lip, admiring the privacy screen. Already, my cock was standing at attention.

It was silent, the driver finally blocked from view.

“So,” Silas whispered, still looking straight ahead. “Scouting around for trouble, are you?”

I chuckled. “Nah. Trouble has an easy enough time finding me.”

“You’re sure not trying hard to avoid it.” His hand sought out to find and rest on my thigh, his eyes slicing into mine, like daggers.

Irresistible.

“You know what? I’ve realized something now that I’m a little tipsy,” I said, turning to look at him.

Silas smiled, humoring me. “And what might that be?”

I rolled over until I was straddling him, wasting no time in revealing my motives.

“I haven’t been out of my house in over three days, and I’m fucking horny,” I breathed.

I shifted my weight over him and Silas groaned. I reveled in the feeling of how he pulled me closer, hands dragging down my back to rest on my ass. “I figured that much,“ he murmured with a smirk. “But what do you want me to do about it?”

I planted hard kisses on his throat. He smelled like cedar, strong and mine for the taking. “Fuck me,” I whispered.

Silas remained perfectly still, but the abrupt twitch in his pants gave him away. “But Noah, it wasn’t long ago that you resisted my advances over the phone. Why the sudden interest now?”

“Hard,” I continued, biting the sensitive flesh softly. “Right here, in the back of your car. It’ll be so hot.”

I made a move to unzip his pants but was stopped. “The driver will hear us, Noah,” Silas spoke low and stern.

I pushed his hands away, proceeding to open his pants. “Let him,” I purred. “Maybe he’ll join us.”

And that’s all it took.

Silas’s hand found its way into my hair, yanking backwards roughly. I stared into his gaze, excitedly. His expression was dark, conveying to me a lingering warning of my words.

“You’re mine,” he growled, his eyes glowing with an intensity I had taken a liking to.

“Yeah?” I questioned with a smirk. “I could get anyone I want, but right now, that’s you,” I eased my mouth to his ear. “So why don’t you do something about it?”

Silas pulled our heads together, viciously attacking my lips with a force I had no match to. As he pressed his tongue into my eager mouth, I let him pursue what he craved—dominance. Naturally, I welcomed the advance, greedily consuming as much of him as I could without attempting to take control.

Though I desperately wanted to.

I felt Silas’s hand glide over to my jeans, ripping the thick fabric open, the threads separating with a course snarl. I decided that I wouldn’t worry about the fact that my favorite pair of jeans were now destroyed—he would replace them if I had anything to say about it. Instead, I would just savor the feeling of pride that I was finally getting what I wanted.

“You want me to fuck you?” Silas whispered with deadly intent, as his hand reached into my boxers.

I let my head fall back when the warmth of Silas’s hand closed around my cock. “Yes,” I moaned.