Bittersweet Memories (Off-Limits #4)(88)

“I don’t feel anything for him, Silas. I really don’t.”

He places his hands over mine, but the tension in his body doesn’t ease. “I can’t do this anymore, Alanna.” He pushes my hands away, forcing me to let go of him. Silas walks toward his bedroom, and every instinct is telling me to stop him, that letting him walk away now isn’t something I’ll survive.

I walk up to him and grab his arm, pulling him back to me. Silas turns back to look at me, his gaze cold, but I don’t let that deter me. I rise to my tiptoes and wrap my arms around his neck before pulling him toward me, my lips finding his. I kiss him with every repressed and hidden feeling, every desire I pretend not to have.

Silas freezes against me instead of kissing me back, and my heart sinks as I pull away, humiliation and defeat spreading throughout my body. I let my hands slide down his chest and pull them toward me, unable to look him in the eye, the rejection stinging.

“Silas,” I whisper, my voice breaking.

Just as I think he’s going to walk past me, he grabs my hair and tips my head up before leaning in and kissing me, his touch rough and impatient. I moan as I rise back to my tiptoes, my hands roaming over his chest.

Silas grabs my hips and lifts me into his arms, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist as he pushes me against the wall, grinding against me as he deepens our kiss, moaning into my lips. He pushes against me, pressing his hard cock against me, and a delicious shiver runs down my spine. I move my fingers to his chest, sending the buttons on his shirt flying in my impatience.

Silas chuckles and moves his lips to my neck as I push his shirt as far over his arms as I can, wanting it off entirely. “So impatient,” he admonishes before sucking down on my neck.

“Oh God,” I moan, rolling my hips against him. I need more of him. I need to feel him closer. I want him deep inside me, his thoughts filled with nothing but me. I want my body to tell him everything my lips can’t.

Silas carries me to his bedroom, his lips never leaving mine as he blindly finds his way to his room, the two of us knocking over several things in the hallway in our impatience. He throws me onto his bed and shrugs off his shirt, letting it drop to the floor as he watches me.

He places his knee on the bed and leans over me with a scowl on his face. “Tell me, baby. Did you let my brother touch you today?”

I shake my head, and Silas grits his teeth as he stares at me for a moment, trying to ascertain my truthfulness. He pushes my dress up and looks into my eyes as he wraps his fingers around my thong, slowly dragging the fabric down my thighs.

“You’re lying to me, aren’t you?”

I shake my head again, and Silas leans over me. One of his hands moves between us, and he smiles when he realizes how wet I am. His touch is rough as he pushes two fingers in, his thumb brushing over my clit. I wrap a hand over my lips, trying my hardest to control the intense desire he makes me feel.

“No,” he warns. “None of that.” He yanks my hand away and pins it above my head as he looks into my eyes, his fingers slowly driving me crazy. “Say my name, Alanna. Beg for it, and I’ll make you come.”

“Si,” I beg, “please.”

Silas freezes, his eyes widening. “What did you just call me?”

“Si?”

He groans and dives in, his lips taking mine roughly as his hands tear at my clothes, his touch tinged with a new kind of desperation. He takes off my dress, and I tug at his suit trousers, the two of us relentless. Silas moans when I wrap my hand around his cock and pump up and down, enjoying the feel of him.

“Alanna,” he warns. He sits down on the bed with his back against the headboard and pulls me on top of him, so I’m straddling him, his cock sliding against my soaking wet pussy. I rise up a little, and Silas grabs his cock, aligning himself with me as I sink down on top of him, taking all of him, inch by delicious inch.

“Oh God,” I moan as Silas drops his forehead against mine. Our position feels so intimate, so close. I feel like I’m in his embrace, yet he’s filling me up in the best way possible. He cups the back of my head and kisses me as I rock my hips, riding him slowly, leisurely, the two of us lost in each other.

“He can’t fuck you like this,” Silas whispers against my lips as his hands move to cup my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples. “He doesn’t know your body like I do. No one ever will.”

I nod. “No one has ever made me feel this way, Si. I swear it. No one but you.”

He captures my lips as his hands move to my waist, and Silas starts to move me up and down his cock, keeping me at an angle that has me gasping. He nibbles on my lower lip as he teases me. “He doesn’t know you can come just like this, with my cock sliding in and out of you slowly, the tip brushing past your clit over and over again.” Silas pulls back to look at me and smirks. “You want to come for me, don’t you?”

I nod, my gaze pleading. He’s torturing me, keeping me right at the edge. I might be on top of him, but I’m not in control at all.

“Yeah… you’ve always been a little slut for me, haven’t you? Couldn’t resist me even when you were dating my brother. You’ve always been mine.”

“Please,” I beg.

“Please what, baby?”

“Please make me come, Si. I’m begging you. I can’t take another second of this.”