Page 36 of Man of Lies

He was so big it should've hurt, but he was taking his time, working himself into me inch by excruciating inch. He went still once he was fully seated, letting me sink into the heat and fullness.

"You're goddamn perfect, you know that?"

I hung my head, breathing hard while I adjusted to the unbearable ache. "You gonna move," I panted, "or just sit there talking about it?"

A sharp slap landed across my ass, sending a crack of pain and pleasure blooming through me.

"You don't give the orders here," he rasped. "You take them. You take everything I give you."

And then he slammed into me; one deep, punishing thrust that knocked the breath out of my lungs. The second one sent a shockwave rolling through my belly. A broken sound wrenched from my throat, and I dropped to my forearms, forced to brace myself or get wrecked.

Silas laughed, and I felt him shift, adjusting his grip to flip me onto my back.

"Whoa." Panic flared, and I twisted, grabbing the edge of the mattress for leverage. "L-like this," I panted. "We stay like this."

"Ah."He caught on instantly. He slowed, partially withdrawing, teasing me with a series of shallow thrusts that left me gasping. "That's what this is about, huh? You figure if you're not looking at me, you can still be in control. Keep me out of that head of yours."

That hit too close, but I gritted my teeth, breathing hard, refusing to admit he was right.

Silas sighed and smoothed a hand down my spine with a deceptively gentle touch. "You really that scared to look me in the eye?"

"I don't scare easy, McKenna," I ground out. The words came out like gravel, and the crack at the end gave me away.

"Prove it."

I didn't get the chance. Before I could reply, his hands locked around my hips, and in one clean motion, he flipped me. My back hit the mattress hard enough to knock the wind from my lungs, splaying me out beneath him.

He followed me down, slotting between my thighs and covering me with the full weight of his body. My hands flew to his arms, gripping solid muscle, biceps and forearms like rebar—but I wasn't trying to push him away. I was holding on. Bracing for the fall.

He propped himself up on one arm, the other catching my chin and tipping it up until I had no choice but to look at him.

"Now," he said, low and patient, "look me in the eye and tell me you're still in control."

I stared up at him, wide-eyed, caught between fight and surrender. But I didn't answer. I couldn't, not with him looking down at me like he saw right through me. He understood every reason I should have pushed him off…and he was just waiting for me to realize none of them mattered.

"That's it," he murmured, searching my expression, soaking up my surrender. "You came to me for a reason, angel. Now let go. Take what you need."

Then he thrust back into me, rough and deep—and I shattered. A strangled sound tore from my throat, and I arched like a bow beneath him. His hand slid beneath the curve of my back to support my spine, cradling me as he set a relentless, punishing rhythm.

The room was filled with the sounds of sex: the sharp slap of skin, the creak of the bed, the ragged, breathless moans I couldn't bite back. Fuck. I'd spent my whole life keeping myselfin check, five steps ahead of everyone else. It kept me safe. But I wasn't safe now. Silas had torn through my barriers like they were made of tissue paper.

I'd never even consciously handed him the power. He'd taken it, piece by piece, stripping away themeeveryone else saw and replacing it with him. He filled every hollow place I'd never let anyone touch, invading my body, my blood, my lungs, until I breathed him out with every exhale.

It terrified me how much I wanted this—how much I wantedhim.

My body wasn't my own anymore. It belonged to him. He commanded me, working me open, unraveling me like I was his to do with as he pleased.

Maybe I was.

Maybe I wanted to be.

His hand dragged up my chest and curled around my throat. Not squeezing. Just a solid, grounding weight. A reminder of who was in control.

A broken noise ripped from my throat.

"That's it," he purred, low and filthy, reading the surrender in my face. "Knew you'd figure it out eventually. Go on. Come for me, angel."

God help me, that's all it took. Pleasure detonated behind my eyes. My spine bent, every muscle locked tight as I rode the razor-edge of release, caught between pain and bliss with nowhere to run.

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