Page 45 of Hunted By Darkness

Chiding me with a sound, he yanked my hair farther back and pushed my legs apart. “Already going straight for the prize, love? That’s hardly a punishment,” he lectured, snatching my hand and biting my fingers as if to discipline them. “Naughty.”

His hand grazed my naked front, teasing my breasts and stomach. He purposely stayed away from anywhere too sensitive. A moan got caught in my throat when he finally dropped his head and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. My stomach contracted as I fought voicing my pleasure. Silas was relentless, though. He clawed my thigh, pushing my legs wider, and teased my clit with the hand not holding my hair.

Sensation stormed my waist, and I swiveled without intending to. His sure strokes kept me on the edge. He didn’t do enough to make me come, but he didn’t stop either. He kept his pace deliberately slow to torture me.

“Silas,” I growled in warning.

His fingers sunk inside, and I arched. “What is it, love?”

“Tease me any longer, and I’ll break your nose again,” I hissed, the electric warmth spreading across my waist and thighs.

“Oh, aye,” he laughed, his thumb running circles over my sensitive nub. “You always do know how to threaten me with a good time, don’t you, little rebel?”

His hand caught mine before I could reach for him, trapping it to the counter, but I used the other one to grab his hair and bring his mouth to mine. The kiss was brutal. I sucked his tongue andlicked his palate. His groan filled my mouth before I was yanked close and my naked chest pressed hard into his.

The anxiety and stress from the ominous dream ebbed away, leaving desire in its place. That might’ve been his entire objective, but all I could be was thankful. Silas never failed to give me an escape when I needed one, even if sometimes he went about it in the most obnoxious way he could.

Pulling away, he huffed a breath and his fingers dug into my ass. “You’re not playing fair, little rebel.”

“I wasn’t aware paid killers followed rules to begin with,” I rasped, nipping his pec and sinking my teeth in. The little hiss that escaped his mouth was all the reward I needed. “But you’re right. I feel absolutelyfilthyand should probably shower.”

His cock jumped between us, a sure sign I’d won. His hold tightened, and a wild groan fled his mouth before I was kissed again. “I never stood a chance against you, did I?”

Grinning against his mouth, I licked his bottom lip and locked my legs around his strong waist. “Too bad, so sad,” I teased. “Now take me to the shower, you big brute.”

Snickering with a devilish grin on his face, Silas lifted me and I clung to him, my arms dropping around his shoulders. I tugged his ear and celebrated the way he quivered against me. His steps were hurried over to the shower, the heat coming out of the box in misty wafts.

“You’ll have to make it quick,” I warned, kissing him again as the spray washed over us. “Lev will be awake soon. He’ll want to review what we found yesterday.”

Pressing me against the wall, Silas trailed kisses and bites from my ear to my shoulder. “The lad asked me for a favor today, so he’ll wait. I never promised him a time. You and I have all morning to explore the limits of your body.”

That got my attention. “He asked you for a favor? What do you mean?”

“Cheeky birds aren’t owed explanations. You’ll just have to wait and see,” Silas clapped back and twisted me around.

I was now facing the wall, breasts plastered against the cold, wet tile. His hands caught my hips and dragged me back so I was bent over with my legs spread.

“Now be a good girl and let your handsome rogue have his wicked way with you.”

20

Silas

If breaking my nose got me my gorgeous rebel bent over and at my mercy like this every time, then call me a masochist because I’d happily break it several times a day.

Water poured over my face as my hands lathered soap all over my goddess. I washed every part of her and left the best for last—the one place I hadn’t gone before. The blood had fled my head for my knob when I thought about how she might react. Would she fight me? Would she demand I stop? Would the pleasure be swift and steal every complaint?

If Nika asked me to stop, I would. But something told me that whether or not she openly admitted it, she’d enjoy what I didto her next. She’d enjoy it as much as she enjoyed every bit of affection I laid on her.

Because my rebel was weak to pleasure.

Nika looked over her shoulder when I dropped to my knees behind her. Her mouth opened, but she wasn’t given time to speak. My fingers were quicker. After slathering two with lubrication, I teased my bird’s puckered hole with a fingertip before pushing past the tight ring of muscle. Her back arched and every part of her tensed. She hadn’t expected it.

“What the fuck, Silas?” she rasped.

“Hush, love. Just close your eyes and feel it,” I told her, cock throbbing and desperate for attention. But this was about her. Everything I did inpunishmentalways was.

The hands she’d flattened on the wet tile curled inward, but she didn’t move or fight to get away. She let me have my way.

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