Page 24 of Falcon's Prey

“Fuck, baby, I knew it would be explosive with you,” he whispered against my jaw.

“Silas,” I moaned when he circled my clit.

“Yeah?” he groaned.

“Never leave me,” I pleaded.

He pulled back, his eyes obsidian and wild. “I’m never letting you go.” He thrust in me hard, then pulled back and flipped me. “You’re mine.” He slammed into me again. “You’re fucking mine, Ember.”

He always got like this since I’d left for college two years ago. It was like he was scared I would leave him. We’d had a family dinner, and to no one’s surprise, my father had to leave for some important business. As soon as he was gone, Silas cleared the house, then led me to his room.

“Silas,” I moaned when he refused to let me come.

He chuckled and then pulled out and lay on his back, letting me ride him.

“Fuck, Ember. You don’t know how much I hate not being able to tell everyone you’re mine.”

I was his.

When we were skin to skin between these four walls, I was only his. I stopped fucking around. I stopped having dates. I had Silas, and he had me.

I put my hand on his chest and started to move, finding a rhythm and taking pleasure in it.

“I love you, Ember,” he said through greeted teeth.

“Me too,” I replied.

Once we were both spent, I pulled away from Silas, walking over to his drawer and pulling out a bag of cocaine. I always got this feeling after sex. Not during and not before, but after, and I needed to numb it. Ever since I went to college and got a taste of the real world, my beliefs started to shift a bit.

“Ember,” Silas said.

I did the line first, then looked at him.

He brought his finger to my cheek and stroked it.

“You need to change your security.”

“Why?”

“He was asking questions.”

My heart thumped.

“About what?” I asked him.

“Me, you, and how close we are.” Silas sat up, and he reached for my hips and brought me to his lap.

My heart was beating like crazy, and I knew it wasn’t only the coke.

“Can’t he be moved?”

He gripped my chin, forcing me to stare at him. His eyes had gone cold; he didn’t look like my Silas anymore.

“Either you get rid of him, or I do.”

* * *

It wassafe to say I had been getting rid of them all this time.

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