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“Because he should’ve been with me. I mean, look at me—I’m so much better than you.”

“Dorie, that right there is why I’d never be with you. You’re a fucking snake. FYI, good luck trying to get back into Heathens—your membership has been revoked. You violated the confidentiality agreement you signed, and you’re damn lucky they don’t take legal action. Stay away from me, my girl, and my sister. If you don’t, I’ll convince the owners to pursue you legally.” Silas grabs my hand and literally drags me to my car.

“Hey, I wasn’t finished with her. You didn’t let me smack or punch her.” I pout as he puts me in the car.

“She would’ve pressed charges if you’d have hit her. Don’t stoop to her level. It’s over.”

I don’t understand how he can be so calm about this, and that’s exactly what I tell him. “Because of that bitch, you got beat on. Things could’ve ended badly because of her and her lies.” I’m pissed and go to open the door and get out but Silas grabs me, pulling me away from it. “Let me go. I want to claw her face off.” Silas laughs and it vibrates against my chest. “Stop laughing at me. I’m being serious. That bitch needs a beatdown.”

He’s roaring with laughter now. I turn my head and glare at him. “Oh baby stop, you’re killing me. My girl is ready for a beatdown.” Silas pulls me onto his lap. “I don’t mean to laugh—baby, I love that you’re ready to throw down for us, but you don’t need to. I’m a firm believer in karma, and she’ll give Dorie what she deserves.”

I sigh and then sink into him. He wraps his arms around me, kissing my temple. Silas is right, I know it, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. “Fine.” I lower my voice. “She is really pretty, though.”

He grabs my face, pulling me in close. “No, what she is, is a pretty woman whose bitchiness makes her extremely ugly. You, my beautiful girl, are the complete package. Not only are you fucking gorgeous, but you’re sweet, kind, and I fucking love you.”

Silas kisses me softly. We’re both quiet as we head back toward our place. Just inside the door, I drop my bag and before I know what’s happening, I’m in his arms and my legs are around his waist. “What’re you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m taking my little badass upstairs and I’m going to show her exactly what I think of her defending my honor.”

That sends a shiver through my body. I let out a little shriek when he tosses me on the bed, but moan when he follows me down and settles between my legs. Before he does anything, he pulls off my hoodie so I’m just in my bra, black leggings, and tennis shoes.

He pulls off his own shirt and then his lips are on mine. Our kiss starts as a gentle glide, but soon it turns heated. His tongue dances with mine, and I moan against his mouth. Silas settles deeper between my legs and I can feel that his cock is hard.

He begins kissing down my neck and I tip my head, granting him access. I moan as he nips at the sensitive skin where my neck meets my shoulder. Silas moves down to my breasts, pulling the cups down and first sucking one nipple into his mouth. I arch my back and cry out as he lets it go with a pop before switching to the other.

I grip his head, holding him to my breasts. He begins his descent down my body, kissing and licking a path straight down. Silas reaches the edge of my leggings and sits up. He grabs my shoes, pulling them both off and tossing them on the floor. My leggings disappear next.

I’m naked except for my bra that is pushed down under my breasts. His eyes roam over my body and I feel it all of the way down to my core. “Fuck, you’re so sexy and you don’t realize the power you have over me.”

He climbs off the bed and slowly takes off his jeans, revealing his hard dick to me. Silas climbs back on the bed and stops with his head between my legs. I moan at the first swipe of his tongue. “Fuck me, you taste divine.”

Silas licks me painfully slow, which is so good, but torturous too. I moan as he fingers me, tickling that spot inside that ignites me. “Oh fuck, that’s good.” His lips wrap around my clit and he sucks hard and presses on that spot inside.

“Come for me, baby,” he whispers against my clit and then sucks it into his mouth.

I do as he commands and come hard, gripping his hair and thrusting my hips against his mouth as I ride the blissful wave. Once the orgasm starts to fade he kisses his way up my body, and then he’s thrusting his cock inside of me.

I cry out, wondering if I’ll ever get used to the size of him. He pins my arms above my head as he starts rolling his hips, thrusting inside me, and hitting my clit each time. He lets go of my arms and I reach up and pull his face down to me, kissing him slowly, moaning into his mouth as he hits that spot deep inside.

I know he’s getting close when his thrusts become more erratic. His lips are against mine and he moans into my mouth. Silas reaches between us, rubbing my clit, and I quickly feel the telltale signs that I’m about to come again. “Fuck, I need you to come with me, baby,” Silas whispers against my lips. He sounds like he’s in pain. I know he’s waiting for me to come.

“Oh God,” I cry against his mouth. He removes his hand from between us and gets up on his knees, grabs the headboard, and begins to slam into me at a brutal pace. The feeling is so intense that my orgasm seems to last forever, and I feel it the moment he beings to come inside me. Thank goodness I’m on the pill now or I’d for sure be pregnant.

He holds himself buried to the root inside me and pants against my neck. I hug him tight to my chest and kiss the top of his head.

“I love you,” he whispers against my neck.

“I love you too.”

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One Month Later

The hairstylist and Heather’s friend, Tina, finishes my hair and makeup. Today my brother and Silas’s sister are getting married. It’s been a busy couple of days and I’ll be happy when this is all over. I’ve had to dress up two times in the past two weeks for this whole ordeal.

Oh, don’t get me wrong: I’m so happy about them getting married, but I hate dressing up and I’ve had to do it for the bridal shower and last night for the rehearsal dinner. Of course the big deal is today. Silas still doesn’t know I’m wearing a dress. No one has seen it yet.

Tina kept my makeup light, thank God. At my niece’s request, she gave me an Elsa braid that’s hanging over my shoulder. I step into the bathroom and take off my shirt and my track pants.

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