Page 43 of Forbidden Grumpy Boss

“Fuck.” I gasp when he wraps his fingers around his cock, stroking it lightly from base to head.

Every thought in my head vanishes the second he presses against me, the heat of his skin searing mine, his body heavy and solid as he climbs over me.

“Tell me you want this,” he says, his voice low and rough, his breath hot against my ear.

My heart is racing, and every nerve in my body is screamingyes, but I still hesitate for a fraction of a second. Is this just about revenge? About hurting my father?

Or do I want Silas for reasons I can’t admit to myself?

“I want this,” I whisper, and the second the words leave my mouth, he’s inside me, filling me in a way that makes me cry out. It’s overwhelming, the rush of pleasure so intense it almost hurts. But I don’t want him to stop.

“Oh God,” I moan, fingers digging into his back, and he groans in response, hips moving faster, harder, like he’s been waiting for this moment as long as I have. “Jesus, you feel so fucking—Oh my God.” I hold him tight, feeling him fill every inch with my wetness.

“You feel better than I remembered,” he says, his voice tight with control, like he’s holding back, trying not to lose it too soon.

I can’t form a coherent thought, much less a response. All I can do is cling to him, lost in the sensation of him moving inside me, the heat of his body, the sound of our ragged breathing filling the room.

There’s nothing gentle about this. It’s raw and desperate, both of us taking what we want without asking. The dirty words he whispers in my ear send shivers down my spine, making me arch into him, needing more, needing everything.

“Fuck, Leah,” he growls, thrusting deeper, his hands gripping my hips so hard I know there’ll be bruises tomorrow, but I don’t care. “You’re mine tonight.”

And I don’t disagree. I can’t. Not when he’s making me feel like this.

My legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of him, and he responds with a deep thrust that makes me see stars. I’m close, so close. And I can tell he is too, his pace quickening, his breathing ragged.

“You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you?” His voice is hoarse, thick with need, and all I can do is nod, my body already tightening, the heat building to an unbearable peak.

“Mhmm,” I gasp, barely able to speak, and then I’m falling, the orgasm crashing over me like a wave, and I’m lost in the sensation, in him.

I squeeze around him as pleasure assails me. Silas doesn’t stop. He keeps driving into me, sending me into a world I can’t comprehend. All I can see, all I can feel, is him. Just him.

He follows right after, groaning my name as he finds his own release, his body shuddering against mine before collapsing onto the bed beside me.

For a moment, there’s only the sound of our heavy breathing, the room still buzzing with the aftershocks of what just happened.

I stare at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath, my mind still spinning.

That was . . . intense. And Jesus,intensesounds like an understatement. My legs feel like jelly.

And then, without really thinking about it, the words slip out. “I haven’t been with anyone since Rome.”

He turns his head to look at me, brow furrowing slightly. “What?”

I don’t know why I said it. It’s not like it matters, not like we’re together or anything. But now that it’s out there, I can’t take it back.

“I haven’t slept with anyone since Rome,” I repeat, my voice quieter this time, unsure why I’m even admitting it. “I mean, I’ve dated and done some stuff, but actual sex—” My voice trails off.

He doesn’t say anything for a moment, just stares at me, and I can’t tell what he’s thinking. But then his phone buzzes on the nightstand, breaking the silence.

It’s Kane. I can see the name on the screen.

“I have to take this.” Silas sits up, running a hand through his messy hair before answering. “Kane, hey. What’s up?”

I watch him, still lying there, my heart pounding for reasons I can’t explain. Why do I feel like this? Why does it feel so differentthis time? My depths still throb from the pleasure, missing his cock.

“England?” Silas’s voice pulls me back, and I blink, trying to focus. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner, Kane?”

I sit up, pulling the sheet around me as he listens to whatever Kane’s saying on the other end. I don’t know why, but I feel uneasy.

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