Page 36 of Closer Than You Think
I gasp, suddenly knowing it was all real.
“It wasn’t a dream,” I say.
“No, angel. It was very much real.”
He spreads my legs and shoves my thong aside, feeling my arousal dripping for him. He moans against my ear and bites the lobe.
I feel him position himself at my entrance, then with one rough thrust, he’s buried deep inside me.
“I’d been watching you for months, Hallie,” he says, starting a pace that’s slow but deep.
I cry out with each thrust as it pushes me into the wall.
“I wanted you the moment I first saw you. I knew I’d make you mine, but I waited.”
I moan at his intrusion, at the way he’s timing his words with each thrust.
“You’re so beautiful. So innocent. I just watched and waited. Until that night. You looked at me, right at me, as I sat outside your window. I knew you needed to be fucked, baby. I knew you needed a nice hard cock to destroy this pussy. So I helped you out with that.”
His lips suck on my neck, surely leaving a mark, but I don’t care. I’m aroused, I’m frightened, I’m angry. But most of all, I’m intrigued. I want to know more, and I want more.
“I knew it was wrong. You were drunk. You’d taken a sleeping pill. But I didn’t care, baby. I knew I’d gone past the point of no return. You’re mine and I needed to make you mine.”
“I’m yours,” I say, and I relish when he growls against my ear again.
He’s thrusting so hard now, I can’t help the sounds that come from my mouth, but soon, he’s pulling out of me and turning me around. He lifts me onto his cock and I wrap my legs around him. Pushing my back up against the wall now, he thrusts inside me again, pushing in at a deeper angle, hitting that spot that makes me delirious.
As Silas pistons into me, his strong arms holding me aloft, I feel a white-hot fire building inside of me. His words send shivers down my spine, both terrifying and arousing in equal measure.
I can’t believe that the man I had trusted, the one who had stolen my heart, is the same person who had violated me inmy most vulnerable state. But here I am, wrapped in his arms, craving more of his brutal touch.
His green eyes bored into mine, a tempestuous mix of lust and possession.
“You feel so good,” he growls, his primal lust-filled groans driving me even wilder. His grip on my hips tightens as he pounds into me relentlessly. I cling to him, my nails digging into his back as my orgasm builds.
“You like it rough, don't you, angel? You like it when I take what's mine.”
I can only moan in response, too lost in the moment to form coherent words.
He kisses me roughly, his tongue invading my mouth, his declaration of ownership as he fucks me against the wall. I whimper into his mouth, my orgasm barreling down on me like a freight train.
“That's it, baby, come for me.”
He grunts with each pump of his hips. My body catches fire, every nerve ending on edge. Heat pools in the pit of my stomach and his bruising grip on me pushes me over the edge.
I cry out his name as my body goes limp, but he continues on fucking me, holding me up like I’m just a weightless fuck doll.
“That's it, Hallie. Give it to me,” Silas says, his voice a low, primal growl that sends shivers down my spine. “You're mine, and don't you ever fucking forget it.”
I moan again.
“I’m gonna fill you up like the first time. You don’t remember that, baby, but I filled your pussy with so much cum. You want more of that, don’t you?”
I whimper at his words, lost in my haze of lust.
“It doesn’t matter anyway, baby. It doesn’t matter what you want. You’re getting my cum in you regardless. You ready for it?”
“Yes,” I whisper, clawing my nails into his back to hold on for dear life as his movements become impossibly rough. Silas's grip on my hips tightens, his green eyes blazing with the same primal hunger that had drawn me to him from the start. He grunts with each thrust, his movements becoming even more relentless, as if he's hellbent on claiming every part of me.
