Page 25 of Falcon's Prey

“What?” I said when I felt him staring at me.

Silas was in the room with me, and he watched me with his penetrative gaze. He walked over to where I’d been sleeping on a chair and pulled me up. He then sat down and brought me to his lap. The first thing I felt was his hardness, and I closed my eyes.

“Who is he, Ember?”

“Who?” I played stupid.

Silas’s hand came to my throat, choking me. “Don’t play stupid.”

“He’s my new bodyguard,” I spat, removing my face from his grip.

“I don’t like him.”

“Well, too fucking bad. I just got rid of the last one. You have to give me a few weeks unless you want Sammy to be my new shadow.” The lie came easy and flawlessly. “He’s tired of my shit.”

Silas stayed quiet, and I prayed he believed me. It took a minute, but his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me tightly against him.

“I hate sharing you.”

I let out a humorless laugh. “Share me with who?”

“With every fucking asshole who crosses your path.”

Yeah, after being faithful for a few years, I started to fuck everything that moved, hoping Silas would tire of me and let me go, but that didn’t work. Instead, he just fucked me harder to remind me who really owned me. He got off on it, knowing that while everyone else only got me for a night, I was his forever.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he said as he inhaled the skin behind my neck.

I felt a shiver run down my spine, not from arousal but dread.

“Silas,” I whispered.

“Damn, you know what hearing my name does to me,” he groaned.

I closed my eyes because I wasn’t in the mood for his games today. I was over them, but right now, I didn’t want to do anything with him.

“Silas, stop,” I begged, something I swore I wouldn’t do.

It never helped.

The moment the words left my mouth, I felt Silas’s fury. The taste was bitter on my tongue and heavy on my heart. His arm came to my neck, gripping it and controlling my air intake.

“Ember,” he warned as his other hand started to cup my pussy, making me arch up from the pain. “Did you forget what happens when you don’t remember who owns you?”

“S-S-Silas,” I managed to hiss.

He didn’t answer; instead, he brought his hand to under my dress, moving my thong aside and touching my pussy. I closed my eyes tightly when he chuckled because I knew I was wet—just not for him.

“You say you don’t want me, baby, but your body doesn’t lie.”

“Stop.” I held back tears as he inserted a finger in me.

I looked straight ahead, where my father slept motionlessly, and I knew I had hit a new low. Some days, I wished someone actually tried to do something to me. I had so much protection, and all for what?

“I told you what would happen if you defied me.” Silas bit my earlobe. I held back a whimper. “On. Your. Knees.”

I got up only because he allowed it. “Someone could walk in.”

“I locked the door. Told the staff to gives us a moment as a family,” he smirked at me.

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