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“I don’t care if he’s a goddamn saint. No one touches my wife.”
“He gets close again?”
“I put a bullet in him with the gun I used to fuck your cunt with.”
“Is this what happens?” I swallow around the desire in my throat. “When you get jealous, you go on a killing spree.”
“I’m not jealous, Hex.” There is a chuckle in his voice, dark and demanding. “I know what that uptight pussy of yours tastes like, and it’s my cock that you crave. I’m protective over what’s mine. Don’t confuse the two.” “I—” “Don’t fucking deny it,”
“Don’t make yourself a liar.”
“Fuck you.”
“You could, if you’d let yourself. Submitting to me sexually doesn’t make you weak, Coraline.”
“But yes, that easy. You will always be safe with me, even from me.”
“You want me?” He tilts his head, shadows splaying across the contours of his handsome face. “You’ll crawl.”
“I want you to wet my cock with your mouth, get me nice and ready for your pussy, Hex. I can’t fuck your face the way I want to with my piercings in.”
“Wouldn’t wanna shatter those pretty teeth.”
His grip on my face tightens before he spits onto my tongue, forcing me to shut my mouth around it, forcing me to swallow it down. Whiskey and heat. The familiar taste of hi...
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I want to be someone who deserves him. His praise.
“You gonna be a good girl for me, Hex? Let me use your holes until they are leaking my come?” he grunts, eyes intense and unyielding. “Be sure about your answer because I’m not just gonna fuck you. I’ll ruin you. Your body isn’t yours—it’s mine. It’s
my temple to worship and mine to fucking destroy.”
“Words, baby. I need the words.” “Yes, Silas. I’ll be a good girl,”
“You’re not ready for me yet. Gotta fuck you with my mouth first, baby. I have to get this tight pussy loosened up, or I’m not gonna fit.”
“You’re so close, baby. Go on, be good and come for me.”
“God, I can’t wait to feel you strangle my cock like this.”
In this moment where I can’t think of anything, where I am only an exposed nerve, feeling everything, I want to be everything he needs. What he craves.
“I need you, please.”
“These are fucking delicious,” he mutters before attacking them with his warm mouth. “I’m going to shove my dick between these soft tits and fuck them until I come all over your pretty face. But not tonight.”
“Tonight, I’m gonna come right here, right in this tight cunt. Pump you full and leave you leaking.”
“I’m on the shot,” I moan, furrowing my eyebrows as I peer down at him, watching as he drags his dick up and down the lips of my pussy. “I’m clean. Are—” “You think I would come this close to fucking you raw if I wasn’t clean?” His eyes soften as he tilts his head. “You’re safe with me.”
“I’m going to break your heart.” He stills, jaw twitching. “You’re going to let me into yours.”
Silas Hawthorne begins to ruin me. Inside and out.
“You’re so fucking wet. So fucking tight. God, nothing has
felt as good as you, baby. You’re taking me so fucking good.”
“Cry for me, baby. Cry because it’s so fucking good and you know no one’s cock uses this pretty little cunt like me. Cry for me.”
“That’s right, baby. It’s all mine, all fucking mine,” he grunts with brutal, short thrusts, his hips slapping against my sticky skin as he loses pace. “Fuck, gonna fill you up. Gonna fill this cunt. Fuck, fuck—”
Silas is better than any Ecstasy I’d ever taken. There’s no drug that could equal this. Nothing bad can touch me here. With him.
I know I’m going to break a cardinal rule of hookups: do not cry after sex. But I can’t help it, not when I know I’m falling for him.
Silas does not make me feel cursed. He makes me feel loved. “Why won’t you let me save you from me?”
“You bought a fucking lavender plant? Why?”
“Because you like it.” When is she going to realize there is nothing I won’t do for her? That if it’s what she desires or it benefits her well-being, I’ll do it. I’ll get whatever it is. She wants a garden of lavender? I’ll get her two.
“This is fake, Silas.”
“But it feels real, doesn’t it?” “That’s what scares me.”
“Why are you so afraid of hurting me?”
“There is no defeat when you refuse to lose. We can only be beaten when we give up on ourselves, Coraline.”
It’s why she’s so scared to let me in, because she’s terrified she’ll hurt me. Which in and of
itself tells me all I need to know about Coraline. Something that she doesn’t even see in herself. She is not cruel or unkind. She’s willing to live her life alone if it means not hurting other people.
“If you value your life, I’d stop trying to make ...
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“I gave you my word to be your secret keeper. You took an oath, kept a secret. Now you can give it to me.”
“It’s my oath to give,”
“I may suck at this emotional stuff and connecting with people. I get that. But one thing I can promise you is that no matter what, I’ll believe you. Your voice is the sound I trust most in the world.”
I’m the voice she needs. She’s the ears that I want to speak to.
“When you’re ready,” she hums, a yawn stealing her voice, “you’ll tell them. I’ll go with you. We can do it together.”
This woman is not a curse, never has been. She is a fucking gift.
Maybe it’s because the first time I’m outwardly admitting my feelings for Silas, it’s to his dead girlfriend. I feel like the poster child for emotional incompetence.
