The Sins of Silas (The Otacian Chronicles, #2)

by Kylie Snow

Gods…am I a whore?

real

But I knew the type of man I was. I was possessive. What was mine was mine—no one else’s.

“Scream for me, Lena. I want to hear you come,”

“That's it, sing for me, Lena.” His grip on my throat tightened. “There is no sweeter sound than my name cried from your lips.”

There was no amount of closeness that would ever feel like enough when it came to him.