Page 51 of The Aftermath

“Are you just going to sit there and stare?” Angel asks, resting her hand on her hip.

“Why not? It’s a nice fucking view,” I tell her. We came to the beach so the girls could have a good time after everything that happened. They needed the break.

“You’re not going to swim with me?” I stand and stalk toward her. When I’m close enough, I grab her around the waist and drag her body against mine.

“I have a better idea,” I tell her, biting her bottom lip between my teeth.

“What’s that?” she asks. I pull back and shake my head, taking her hand in mine and leading her over to the pier. With power comes money, and we have plenty of that, which is how we got away with renting out the pier and beach. There’s a mile in either direction no one can get to while we’re here, and that’s perfect for my plan.

“What are we doing?” she asks when I lead her under the pier. Once we’re under, I kiss her. I devour her lips with mine and take what I want as I walk her backward. Her back hits the post, and a growl leaves my lips. I don’t stop kissing her as I reach up and grab the rope I put there earlier today and tug it down. When I pull back, I lift her arms above her head and wrap the rope around them.

“Silas? Seriously? Anyone could come out here,” she protests.

“Not a chance in hell. You forget we rented it all out?” I tell her. Now her cheeks turn pink, and I love every fucking second of it. With her hands secured above her head, I drop to my knees in the sand and pull her bottoms off. “Spread your legs,” I demand. At first, she doesn’t move, and that makes me smile. She likes to play games with me. I let my fingers trail up her thigh before stopping and pinching her hard. She yelps but spreads her legs like I told her to.

Sliding two fingers into her, she’s already so fucking wet for me. I work them in and out of her as she moans.

“Why are you so fucking wet,” I ask her.

“Because of you. It’s always you,” she whines when I stop moving my fingers. I get back to work and lean in, running my tongue over her clit, and watch as she arches her back off the pole. I don’t know what it is about her that I can’t get enough of, but I’d drown in this girl if I had to.

I keep finger fucking her until she whimpers, and I know she wants to come. That’s not happening without my cock inside of her. I pull my fingers free and stand up, dropping my shorts around my ankles and lifting her. Angel's legs wrap around my waist as I plunge into her. Her back scrapes along the pole, and I know it’s tearing her back up, but I don’t give a shit.

She pulls at the ropes, but they aren’t going anywhere. The only thing she’s doing is tearing up her wrists more.

“Come on, Angel. What’s taking you so long?” I taunt as I keep pumping inside of her. Her heels dig into my ass as I keep fucking her. Moans fall from her lips and then I really get into it. I want her to fucking come. I need this to be quick because I have things to work on for her, and I’m expecting a phone call and any minute.

A few more hard thrusts, and I feel her pussy clamp around me.

“Just like that, baby. Take my fucking cum,” I growl as I release inside her. I keep going until there’s nothing left in me. Her body spasms, and she’s panting heavily when I finally pull out and let her feet hit the sand. I reach down, pull my shorts back up, and then take a step back to look at her.

“What are you doing?”

“Do you know how fucking sexy you look like that? With your arms tied above your head and my cum leaking out of you?” She gives me a soft smile, but I don’t move. I love looking at her like this.

“Untie me,” she says, tugging at the ropes.

“Or I could leave you like that.”

“Silas! Don’t you dare,” she snaps at me.

“What? No one’s out here.”

“That doesn’t matter. You can’t leave me tied to the pier half-naked,” she argues. I shrug my shoulders.

“I don’t see the problem,” I retort as I start to walk away. Angel screams at me, but I can hear my cell phone ringing. I leave her there and jog over to grab it.

“Hey?”

“So, I have good news. They’re willing to meet with you guys tonight. They’ll come out to the beach since they’re not that far,” my lawyer tells me.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. They got your letter and said they couldn’t say no.”

“Fuck. That’s great news, man. I wasn’t sure if that would work or not,” I tell him. I see Tamsyn jogging down toward the pier, flipping me off, and I smile at her.

“You did a good job on that letter, Silas. And with all the details you added, they couldn’t say no. They feel terrible.” My lawyer goes on to give me the rules for this meeting, and I agree with every single one of them. How the hell could I not?

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