Page 77 of The Villains We Make

“You won’t go near him. You will never see him again, do you understand?” He shoves the phone into his pocket and takes hold of my arms. “Do you understand, O?”

“I wasn’t going to see him.” I try to push him away, but he’s impossible to move.

He weaves a hand into my hair, tugs my head backward, and kisses me hard. “You’re mine. Say it.”

“Why would you let him get to you?” I get out before he smashes his lips against mine.

“Say it!”

“I’m yours,” I say into his mouth as he lifts me up, holding me between himself and the wall. I wrap my legs around his waist and stare into his eyes, which have gone an intense, stormy blue-green as he undoes his belt and unzips his pants.

“Mine.” He kisses me again, one hand under my skirt to shove my panties over. In the next instant, he’s thrusting into me, hard and hurried. “Mine. Always mine. Only mine.”

“Yours,” I pant, clinging to him, watching his face, his eyes growing darker. “Always.”

“You were never his. Say it.”

I shake my head, wrap my legs tighter around him, my clit rubbing against him as he thrusts harder, faster. “Never his.” I kiss him, breathing into his mouth, our frenzied fucking loud, our breath coming in pants.

It’s not long before he’s throbbing inside me and we come together, me clinging to him, him to me, our eyes locked. And I know it’s more true than anything either of us have ever said. I’m his. I’ve always been his. I’ve only ever wanted to be his. Ethan, he was a boy, and I was a girl but Silas, it’s always been Silas, and what we have, it’s always been us and it will always be us.

He pulls out of me and slides my panties back in place.

My feet have barely touched the floor when I hear a key in the door. But the phone buzzes again.

“Don’t look. Just don’t,” I tell him. “It doesn’t matter.”

But he can’t help himself. He does, growling, outright growling as he glances at it.

“That son of a bitch,” he says through clenched teeth.

Hamish comes around the corner just as Silas buckles his belt. He stops, clearly realizing he walked in on something.

“Hamish.” Silas says, eyes dark on mine. “Stay with Ophelia. She doesn’t go anywhere.”

He takes a step away, but I catch his arm. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to let that son of a bitch know once and for all you belong to me. And if he doesn’t want me to fucking kill him, he’s going to stay away from you.”

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SILAS

Itry to breathe as I drive to the apartment O lived in while she was in college, the apartment the Foxes own. The phone is in the seat beside me and when I get to the building, I double park at the entrance and stalk rather than walk inside because I’m not any calmer now than I was just half an hour ago. I push the button to call the elevator and wait, seeing red all the while.

I know she was with him before me. It’s never been a fucking secret. But fuck. Seeing those photos of them together, knowing he is sending them to her fully aware that she’s my wife, it makes me want to fucking kill him.

The elevator dings and a couple step out, laughing, at least until they see me. I must look a sight because they both get very serious very fast and hurry around me, giving me a wide berth. I get on the elevator and push the button for her floor. I send a text.

Me: On my way. I let the son of a bitch think it’s Ophelia.

Ethan: I didn’t think you’d come. Door’s open. Let yourself in.

Mother fucker.

I get off the elevator to find the door is ajar. I push it all the way open.

“Phee,” Ethan calls out casually from the bedroom.

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