As if time spun around her while she sat with nothing but her thoughts, the day passed into afternoon, then dusk, then night.
She took a shower and then slipped into her gown and nothing else. She knew she was doing the right thing. She had the means to help Everleigh. She remembered their conversation from the day before. How she was losing Parker. How he needed his vengeance to move on. She was doing this for Everleigh and Parker because that’s the kind of love she wanted to have but it was something that would never be hers. Never.
Silas would never love her. How could he when her father had not only taken money from him, but he was also extorting them for information. Vital information that could save a family. A true love.
Her life was over. But at least she could do this one thing for Silas and his family. This one thing.
She paced the floor in the bedroom. Waiting for Silas.
When the door opened she jumped and turned around.
“I know. I know why you married me. I know the deal my father made with you. I tried to change his mind about giving me the name, but he wouldn’t. He won’t. He won’t until I’m… I’m pre—”
Her breath was knocked from her when Silas charged toward her. He cupped her face.
“Arabelle,” he rasped before his mouth crushed down on her.
She clung to him with a desperation that shocked her. She let him kiss her with such deep possession he stole her heart all over again.
He sucked on her lips. He dragged his mouth over her jaw. He kissed her eyes, her cheeks then took control of her mouth again.
He flicked the thin gown from her shoulders and roared when her nakedness came into view.
She watched, heart pounding as he pulled his shirt from his pants, unbuckled his belt, and then shoved his shoes and his pants off. Arabelle clutched onto the table behind her for support. He was splendid. Raw and ripped muscle. Lethal power. And too big for her.
“On your knees, girl,” he ordered, and she sank before him. He touched the head of his cock to her lips.
Arabelle shuddered. The touch was intimate and hot, and the scent of his soap and his cologne filled her nostrils.
She opened her mouth and sucked on him. She kissed him. She licked the veins that ran along the thickness of his cock. But Silas gripped her hair, her pussy spasmed as if she had had a mini orgasm.
“Open,” he demanded and penetrated her with his cock. He slid down her tongue, going further and further. Arabelle gagged and Silas’ grunts encouraged her. But her eyes were tearing, and she had forgotten how to breathe. She gagged again and this time Silas slipped from her mouth and then drove his shaft back in.
She measured her breaths, panting, determined to have him fill her mouth, down to her throat. She looked at him. And this time Silas pushed in so deep she felt her throat open up. For one brilliant moment, she kept him there. For that one brilliant moment when his cock was wedged into her throat, the tenderness in the way he touched her cheek, the way his thumb stroked her made her feel prouder of her femininity than ever before.
“Fuck.”
He slipped from her mouth then scooped her up then carried her to bed, covering every inch of her body with his.
He became engrossed with sucking her peaks into his mouth.
Biting her nipples until she growled out in her own frustration then whimpered in supplication.
Silas glided his wet tongue down her body to her pussy. His gaze locked with hers, forcing her to look at him as he sucked her and bit her. She moaned and cried at the same time.
And then he towered over her like a fierce but handsome god.
“Take my cock, Arabelle.” The notes in his husky voice played along her spine and turned her to jelly. The magnificently broad head of his cock parted her folds. He entered her in one smooth perfect stroke.
Arabelle’s head soared off the bed. She cried out and flung her arms around him, biting into his shoulder as he waded fully into her. So deep he nudged her cervix but she was so wet she only felt the chaos of pleasure.
His penetration was sublime. Beautiful. Earth-shattering. Soul-capturing.
He stopped and she drowned in his gaze.
He slid from her, then pushed back in. Never breaking his focus from her eyes, forcing her not to close hers.
He fucked her that way. Over and over. Driving her mad. She tried to reach between their bodies to touch her clit, but he caught her wrist and pinned both her hands above her head in one of his. He used his other hand to balance his weight so he didn’t crush her.