“I think you meant thank you,” she replied saucily, rounded the car, and got into the passenger seat.
She was almost dead certain she had imagined him chuckling before he slipped into the car.
He took a sip of the neon-bright concoction and she had to laugh when he grimaced a bit. But he took another sip, this time a bigger one. She offered to hold it for him while he drove. And that flustered feeling from before returned.
She shifted in the seat and had to admit her panties had suffered the consequences of being with him almost the whole morning.
Before she could stop herself her lips opened over the straw of the milkshake she had bought him. Silas turned to look at her at that very moment.
Her mouth had touched where his had touched. And the darkness in his eyes when he looked at her took her breath away. But then it was replaced by his signature coldness as if he had remembered something bad about her.
“I expect to find you naked in my bed, tomorrow night, your legs open, and your pussy already wet for me,” he said, turning his attention back on the road, ice lacing his voice now.
She was so thrown by his request, that she gasped. But then the ugly reality dawned on her. She would be entering a phase of ovulation. He would only touch her when she was possibly fertile.
She concentrated so hard on not crying she gave herself a headache.
How many times had she said to herself that theirs would never be a real marriage? How could it be when he had purchased her like one did a pair of shoes? He only touched her when he wanted to punish her or now when she would be fertile.
She was just a piece of equipment to him, one that would carry his child. And then? After that? What would happen to her?
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Silas wanted to smash things.
He fucking missed her. Hadn’t seen her for a few days and he missed her with a stunning ache in his gut and his cock. He had landed that morning, fresh off his jet when he realized she ran errands on a Wednesday.
He had told Jurgen to take the day off, he would drive her around, all so he could be close enough to her to smell her, hear her breathe, see her smile.
She was something else. And he was going to destroy her goodness with his darkness, because of the world he belonged to. A world where killing the man who exacted pain on anything he loved was the ultimate act of closure. Nothing else mattered. There was no such thing as forgiveness. That’s not how they lived.
She bought him a blue fucking milkshake, that’s how innocent she was. And she placed her lips on the straw he had used. Those luscious lips of hers and his heart had done something in his chest. That feeling that had slowly been chipping away at his coldness took a chunk too big and opened a part of him he hid out of fear.
He couldn’t love Arabelle Davenport.
The reality of the same thing happening to her that had happened to Everleigh was too great. He hated that he was beginning to understand what Parker was going through. His rage. His wrath. He also knew Parker had given them all the time he could and he was ready to set the world on fire for Everleigh. He could feel it in the quietness that his brother reflected, and Elliot had come to him with the same conclusion. The darkness in his eyes. It wouldn’t be long before Parker went on the rampage and took lives with him, innocent or not.
And if anything happened to their unborn child…
Fuck.
Arabelle didn’t belong in his world. Because if something happened to her no one in the world would be safe.
He would fuck her until she was pregnant and then he would send her away, as far away from him as possible.