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Before he got in, he turned back toward my house and muttered something to himself.
His engine roared to life, tires screeching as he peeled out so fast his back end fishtailed.
A neighbor’s trash can took and angry hit—the plastic lid spinning through the air like a flipped coin before clattering to the pavement.
Angel snorted. “He mad -mad. He’s going to find a reason to beat your ass eventually.”
I grinned, draping an arm around Angel’s shoulders.
“I’m going to quote you, baby momma.I wish he motherfucking would.”
Chapter Twenty-Three- Eshe
It was pitch black, hiding everything from sight. The only sounds that filled the room were our ragged breaths and the soft rustle of sheets as I wound my hips counterclockwise.
I sighed. I could feel the heat radiating from our bodies, the hardness of his dick as it slid in and out of me. He had this way of stretching me that felt like possession.
“Fuck, Silas,” I moaned, my hands gripping his chest as I rode him harder. “You feel so damn good.”
The air between us was thick with heat. My thighs bracketed Silas’s hips, his hands possessive even in stillness—fingers splayed across my lower back like he was memorizing the shape of me. Sweat-slick skin caught the dim light as I rocked against him, slow and deliberate, our breaths tangled in the quiet.
He responded with a low growl, hands gripping my hips tighter as he thrust up into me. I could feel the tension building inside me, my orgasm just out of reach. I was so close. So damn close—
SLAM.
A door burst open. The sound cracked through the room like a gunshot.
“Silas Alexander Whitacker!”
A woman’s voice. Sharp. Echoing.
My body locked.
Silas’s grip turned to iron.
My heart stopped, my body freezing above him as his thrusts didn’t stop. His hands clutched my hips tighter.
I jerked back.
Silas dragged me down against his chest, his heartbeat wild under my palm.
“Don’t move,” he rasped, voice low and frayed.
“We tried calling you,” came a deeper voice—thunderous. His father. “Of course you didn’t answer. But I see why.”
“Get out!” Silas yelled.
He didn’t speak again until the door slammed shut.
He lifted me off him once they were gone.
My brain was foggy as hell from lack of sleep, lust still clouding my thoughts as I tried to figure out what the fuck had just happened. I didn’t even get to ask who they were—but I assumed, by the way the woman screamed his name, that it was his parents.
He’d never talked about them.
I clutched the sheets to my chest while he yanked on a pair of sweatpants, his movements sharp and tight with anger.
He was mad.
