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What the hell was he doing?
Silas berated himself, but it was too late. His fingers had found her sweet spot, and she was soaking wet.
Pulling her closer, he plunged his fingers deeper. Her moans grew louder as she clung onto him, riding the rhythm he set. He undid her zip, searching for her pink nipples. When he found them, they were hard and sensitive beneath his touch.
He took them one after the other, meticulously teasing them with his tongue. He thumbed her clit, coaxing a shiver from her body.
He had wanted to punish her–for pushing Rosie, for testing his patience–but here he was, weak and defeated. Unable to control himself, he went for the other nipple, tugging it gently with his teeth.
“Silas she breathed, her fingers tangling his dark hair.
Her moan only encouraged him. He went deeper, his tongue flicking her nipple. Her cries changed as she gripped his shoulder for balance. His thrusts intensified, and for a moment, he let her take control.
Her eyes shut tight, her moans louder. But Silas didn’t care who might hear. She was his, and he wanted the entire house to know that
She shuddered, her body jerking from pleasure. A final cry escaped her lips and he withdrew his fingers, feeling the warm evidence of her release.
“Fuck, that was so hot,” he said, his eyes dropping to her bare, rosy breasts.
Her cheeks flushed as she covered her breasts with her gown. “You have to leave.” Her voice was sharp despite her embarrassment.
He chuckled, at least part of the plan had worked–she wasn’t leaving anymore. “Dinner’s at 8. There’ll be reporters around,” he said. leaving her rOOM..
He was barely in the corridor when the door bolted quickly behind him. He chuckled as he brought his fingers to his nose, inhaling deeply, before slipping them into his mouth.
God, she smelled so good–and tasted even better.
As he made his way to his room, his arousal still bulging in his trousers, he wondered why the hell he had done that
He’d gone to her room hoping to find the reason why she had shoved Rosie. But as soon as he saw her packing–with that fierce look in her eyes, something shifted inside him. His anger melted, replaced by panic and fear.
He had kissed her to stop her.
That was what he told himself then–he was using it as punishment. She didn’t want intimacy between them, what better punishment than that?
But when she had responded, parting those legs with that seductive gaze, he completely lost control.
Silas pushed his door open, utterly confused. He was a fool to think he could control his emotions around her.
Kicking off his shoes, he collapsed to his bed. He was supposed to reprimand Ivy. It should have been easy–he knew Rosie before her.
So why couldn’t he do it?
His phone rang, interrupting his thoughts. He sat up, pulling it from his pocket. Thomas was on the line.
“Si,” Thomas’s voice came through as Silas answered. “How are you?”
“I’m good. And you?” Silas replied.
“Same here. I heard you canceled the photoshoot because of Rosie?” Thomas’s calu tone made Silas slightly guilty.
“It wasn’t just about Rosie, Silas admitted quietly.
“I get it.” Thomas said. “Your woman had no right to shove Rosie, but I know Rosie too. She can be difficult. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’d said something to provoke Ivy
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His woman, Silas thought, his chest surging with possessiveness.
“These are women’s squabbles and it shouldn’t be enough reason to cancel. You know how much I need it,” Thomas said, a hint of desperation in his voice.
“I know, I know, Silas said, “Don’t worry–we’re still making the announcement today. I’ve planned a dinner date.”
Thomas heaved a sigh of relief. Thank you so much, Si,”
“Of course, bro. Silas said, happy his brother was relieved. “And. I apologize for Ivy’s actions.”
“It’s okay. Let’s just chalk it up to family initiation, Thomas teased. “At least we now know the kind of woman Ivy is.”
“Right.” Silas chuckled. “My regards to Rosie.”
“Alright.” Thomas replied. “Talk to you later.”
When the call ended, Silas ran a hand through his hair, relieved that the conversation had gone smoother than he’d expected. Yet anger still stirred within him.
Seeing Ivy in that red gown had shattered him more than he would admit. The dress brought back memories he thought he had buried.
Ivy didn’t know he had proposed to Kim in that same gown, nor was she aware that he had caught Dylan shoving his dick into Kim while she wore it. Ivy knew none of these yet, somehow, he was angry at her.
Silas clenched his fists. He didn’t want to dwell on the anger because it meant he was still hurt and hadn’t moved on from his ex–best friend and ex–fiance’s betrayal.
He shook his head, as though the gesture would erase the memory in his mind. When his phone rang again, he welcomed the distraction. This time, it was Rachel.
“Hello sir,” she said briskly.
“Hi Rachel,” he responded.
“I’m calling to inform you that everything is in order. The paparazzi are set for dinner.”
“Good,” Silas said. “Is the gown ready?” He asked, pleased with the piece he had picked from Sky Rave’s collection.
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“I’ll send it soon, sir,” Rachel confirmed. “Oh, and your wife left the sapphire necklace behind.”
Silas paused. “She did?” The rejection surprised him. Maybe she didn’t like it, he mused “Get her something else something more expensive.”
Understood, sir. Anything else?”
“No, thank you, Rachel,” Silas said before ending the call.
Ivy’s rejection stung, but he knew he couldn’t blame her. He had embarrassed her out of anger, and now he could only hope she forgave
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Hours later, after a short nap, Silas woke and prepared for dinner. After a quick shower, he dressed in a tailored black suit, and went to Ivy’s room.
“Ivy,” he called, knocking softly.
The door opened, and she stepped out. She was breathtaking in the black gown he had picked. A red diamond necklace shimmered on her neck, the matching earrings accentuating her stunning features.
“I thought you’d wait for me downstairs,” Ivy said, blushing slightly-
His gaze dropped to her chest, and the memory of her juice all over his hand made his body tense. He went hard instantly, the heat of the thought catching him off guard.
“You look so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick.
“Don’t even think about it,” she warned, her green eyes narrowing at
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Silas chuckled, pleased that she was as uncomfortable as he was. “Shall we?”
“After you,” she replied.
Silas led the way to the car. His Bentley was ready with Bud and Stud, the new bodyguard, all set.
Tonight, he’d chosen Whitney Restaurant–with reporters strategically stationed around. The drive was swift, and as Silas helped Ivy out of the car, a familiar voice called.
“The Silas Stone
Silas froze, his heart tightening in recognition. Only one person called him that.
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“Dylan Wright, Silas said, his voice cold as steel.
Standing there, bold as ever, was the man who had betrayed him his ex–best friend, Dylan.
But what made Silas’s blood boil was the undisguised hunger in Dylan’s eyes as he looked at Ivy.
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