“I see,” she says, her voice shaky. She looks down at the floor and takes a step back. It only takes her a second to paste a smile on her face, and then she nods at me politely. “You don’t need to take me home, but thank you for offering. I think I’ll head back inside.”
I cross my arms and stare her down. “And do what, exactly?”
She grins. “Find one of Ryan’s childhood friends to spend the night with,” she says, shrugging. “Before the night is over, I’ll have hurt him in the best way I can, with or without you.”
This woman… she makes my fucking blood boil. “Like hell you are.” I grab her wrist and pull her along. She resists, but there’s no fucking way she’s going back in there. “You want to fuck the pain away tonight, baby? Fine — but you won’t be doing it with anyone but me.”
She’s still the same fucking psycho with a heart of gold that I used to know. Once she’s set her mind to something, there’s no talking her out of it. This isn’t how I imagined being with her, but fuck it. If it’s Alanna, I’ll take what I can get.
She’s quiet as I drive us to my home, parking into the elevator that takes us straight up to my penthouse. I glance at her, wondering if she’s changed her mind, but the glint in her eyes tells me she hasn’t.
I step out of the car and walk around it to open the door for her. She takes my hand, and when her eyes meet mine, I smile. I’ve missed her, and having her here in my home is a bit of a dream come true. She has no idea that I modeled it after the plans we made together.
“This… this is your house?” she asks, her voice filled with disbelief. I smile at her and nod. “This is my home. The house you came to for dinner is my family home. It’s where I grew up and where I might eventually live when I settle down, but this is where I live on a day-to-day basis.”
She nods and looks around, taking in all the glass and the beautiful skyline. The view is the main reason I bought this place, and I have a feeling she appreciates it as much as I do. When we were cooped up in that tiny room without a window, we both dreamed of large windows and a beautiful skyline. Now we’ve got it.
“Wow,” she whispers, and I grin. I walk over to the kitchen and grab a bottle from the wine fridge.
I hand her a glass and she takes it with shaking hands. “Changed your mind?” I ask, wanting to tease her.
She looks at me, her eyes slowly roaming over my body before moving back up. “No,” she says, placing her glass on the counter. She takes a step forward, pausing in front of me. I tense when she places her hand on my chest and slides it up, until she’s got it wrapped around the back of my neck. “Did you?”
I smile and tilt my face toward hers. “What will you do if I say that I changed my mind?”
She grins and rises to her tiptoes. “I’ll just have to seduce you,” she whispers, her lips brushing over mine.
Her eyes flutter closed as she kisses me, her touch cautious, hesitant. I smile against her lips and thread my hand through her hair, pulling her closer roughly. For a while, I wondered if I’d ever hold her like this again. I thought I’d lost her to Ryan, and I was too scared to make a move, too scared to hurt her. I thought I’d have to live off the memories we created for the rest of my life, the ones only I remember, but here she is, back in my arms.
She moans as she kisses me properly, her body moving against mine, betraying her desire. I’ve waited years to feel her against me like this, and it’s even better than in my memories. I push against her, making her take a step back.
I walk her toward the mirror in the hallway that way, step by step, her lips never leaving mine. Alanna moans against my mouth, her tongue tangling with mine in a way that has me wondering what her hot little mouth will feel like around my cock. I have a feeling it’ll be a thousand times better than my memories. I turn her around in front of the mirror and place my lips right below her ear, pressing a featherlight kiss to her skin.
“If you’re going to do this, Alanna… if you’re going to use me to take revenge on Ryan, then you’re going to watch yourself in this mirror. You’re going to watch me fuck you.”
ChapterThirty-Four
Alanna
Silas stands behind me and looks at me through the mirror. The way he looks at me… I’ve never had a man look at me that way. His desire is on display, and he doesn’t try to hide it. His eyes trail over my body hungrily, and I bite down on my lip in an effort to control my emotions.
“Look at yourself, Alanna,” he whispers, his hands trailing up from my waist to my breasts. His thumbs graze over my nipples, and he grins. “Already turned on, and I’ve barely even touched you. Fucking look at you.”
He places his hand at the top of my dress, taking his time, teasing me. Silas smiles when he pulls the zipper on the back down, exposing my skin inch by inch. My heart is racing by the time his hand reaches my lower back. He grins at me in the mirror before leaning in and presses a kiss to the back of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.
He pulls away to look at me, his eyes on the mirror as he pushes the straps of my dress off my shoulder. It pools at my feet, the air cold on my bare skin. I shiver, and Silas presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Beautiful,” he whispers. “You’re even more beautiful than you were in my fantasies.”
I stare at him with wide eyes, and he grins. “I’ve been wondering what your lips would taste like,” he says, his hand wrapping around my throat. He tilts my head to the side and kisses me, his movements slow, sexy. His every move is powerful, filled with the promise ofmore.
I’m breathless by the time he pulls his lips away to move them to my neck instead. His teeth graze over my skin, and then he sucks down on my neck, leaving a mark. “I need a taste of your pussy,” he tells me.
I gasp, and Silas chuckles as he turns me around to face him. “Yeah, baby,” he whispers. “I wanted you from the moment I walked into the coffee shop. You dating my brother didn’t change that. I knew I’d have you in the end. What I didn’t expect was you coming to me so willingly.”
He drops to his knees and places his lips against my breast, kissing me softly before twirling his tongue over my nipple. It hardens instantly, and he smirks as he pulls away a little to admire his work. Silas blows against my skin, and the air feels different against it.
He freezes all of a sudden, his gaze on the tattoo hidden just below my breast. It’s the phrase he’s using as his password, followed by a tiny Ψ symbol. I had it tattooed on myself in London, though I could never pinpoint why both mattered to me so much. I may not remember anything from my past, but these two things I found myself scribbling on my notepad whenever my thoughts drifted.
“This,” he groans, his finger tracing over my tattoos. “What is this?”