Page 73 of Silenced

She doesn’t know how she torments me.

A part of me wishes she did.

Perhaps she wouldn’t fight me as much as she does if she knew.

But the other part, the part that knows any weakness can and will be exploited, is aware of the wisdom in her remaining in the dark.

Not that sunlightcan.

By its very nature, the sun exposes everything… the good, the bad, and the ugly.

The clock is ticking.

With every passing day of the eternity she’ll spend by my side, it’s only a matter of time until she realizes she has the upper hand simply by existing.

At long last.

I tug on my zipper, silently pulling it down when I reach her bedside, relief swimming inside me at the release in pressure.

I take it as a good sign that she doesn’t stir.

Even unknowingly, she registers that she’s safe here on my estate.

And so she should.

My reasons for bringing her toNavweren’t simply selfish.

Selfishness can be nuanced.

With my cock in my hand, I study the pristine lines of her features.

Awake, her beauty is unrivaled.

Asleep, her glory is merely muted.

I grit my teeth when she shuffles under the sheets—a silent tease as she reveals the upper swells of her breasts to me.

I tip my head back as I start to stroke my length, gripping tighter than usual as a punishment for doing this while she sleeps.

But she’s a temptation I can’t fight.

That I won’t fight.

She brings light to my life even as she struggles against my dictates.

Mine.

She’s mine.

She’ll learn this over time.

She will.

A breath hisses from between my lips at the thoughts that have plagued me since her fateful words a couple days ago—images of her round with my child, of my ring on her finger, of a baby that would be raised in her sunlight—have haunted me.

Fuck.

The pressure builds, my heart pounds, and I tighten my fist.

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