Chapter 50
“Congratulations!”
“Officially Mrs. Stone!”
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Ivy smiled at the guests who had surrounded them. They were complete strangers, but their smiles warmed her heart.
Silas held her by the waist, helping her through the guests. She spotted Rosie standing next to Thomas and approached them.
“Hey, guys,” she said with a warm smile. “Thank you for this.”
Rosie rushed to her, giving her a hug. Despite the smile on her face, Ivy noticed the sadness in her brown eyes. “Congratulations, Ivy!”
Though Rosie’s sudden cheerfulness surprised her, Ivy tried not to show it. “Thank you. It couldn’t be possible without you guys.”
Silas hugged his brother and muttered something into Thomas’s ears. Both of them laughed.
Aunt May came too, a proud smile etched on her face. “Congratulations, my sweet girl.”
Thank you so much Aunt May,” Ivy replied, hugging her.
Silas moved to May and gestured. “This is Ivy’s Aunt. Aunt May, this is Thomas my brother, and Rosie his wife.”
Greetings were exchanged between them.
“Excuse us, please,” Silas said, pulling Ivy gently away from the group.
Ivy followed him, using her free hand to lift the hem of her gown so she could walk. She was curious at where he was leading her to, when they entered a nearby room–one she finally realized was his study–she arched her brow in query.
“What’s going on Silas?”
Silas ignored her as he shut the door behind him. “Congratulations, wife,” he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Do you like the ring?”
and
Despite the unsettling edge in his tone, Ivy brought the ring to her face. It was a diamond ring. Big and shiny, and she could bet it was expensive.
“Thank… you,” she muttered.
He walked over, taking slow, calculated strides towards her. “And Aunt May? Glad she’s here?”
“Yes,” Ivy replied slowly, her heart pounding as she watched him close the distance between them.
When he finally reached her, Ivy held her breath.
“Oh, Ivy,” Silas whispered, rubbing his fingers around her face. “You are now officially mine.”
The possessiveness in his tone, the demand in his hazel eyes filled her with both dread and desire.
She flinched at his touch and gathered her gown, ready to dart out the door. “The guests… would be looking… for us,” she stammered.
Silas chuckled. “The day isn’t about them.”
He pulled her closer, holding her in place. “You’ve starved me enough,” he said firmly, and Ivy felt the heat rise on her cheeks.
She wanted to leave, to break free from his embrace, but his grip and eyes kept her in place. When Silas lowered his lips to hers, she surrendered, melting completely into his arms.
He pinned her against his desk, his mouth seizing hers with an urgency that made her knees buckled. His tongue parted her lips, and she instinctively opened up to him, pulling him closer.
She trapped him with her legs. Despite her huge gown, she could still feel his length against her stomach.
When his lips trailed to her neck, she moaned, encouraging him. Totally clouded by passion.
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His hands went to her back, unzipped her gown, and found her hardened nipples. He claimed them with fervour, sending her to cloud nine.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he murmurred with raw desire, moving to her other nipple.
His tone sent heat between her legs, and without thinking–unable to stop herself–she reached for his erection.
“Ivy!” he wheezed, weakened by her touch.
She found his belt, unbuckled it, and slid her hand down there. She grabbed his balls, rubbing them gently in her hand.
Silas lost control and staggered. She chuckled at his helplessness as it only encouraged her to do more.
She was hot with pleasure, and when her fingers touched the tip of his manhood, she found the slick evidence of his desire. Slowly, she jerked him up and down.
He moaned her name, his voice thick with passion.
Ivy’s senses sharpened briefly, but it was too late now. Her hands were on Silas’s cock, his eyes closed in pleasure. For a split second, the idea of controlling him charged her with delight, and she did just that. She controlled him with her hands, moving deliberately against his his cock.
Silas moaned against her ear, and she increased the pace of her strokes, until she felt his release coat the back of her hand.
“Ivy,” he said softly, resting his back against his desk.
She smirked at his weak tone and searched his table for tissue. Finding some, she wiped her hand, disposed of the tissue and tossed the pack to him.
“You’re a very dangerous woman,” Silas chuckled, cleaning himself.
Her heart hitched at the sight of his soft dick, and she looked away.
What the hell had she done?
She had treaded down a path she knew she wasn’t coming up from. Silas was definitely going to ask for more now–more than she was willing to offer.
She exhaled deeply to calm her nerves as she turned to face him. He was now on the couch, cleaned and buckled up.
“You know what you’ve done, right?”
His tone frightened her, but she wasn’t going to let him know that.
“I returned the favor. Now we’re even,” she said, determined to take control of the situation.
Silas laughed, a long rich one. “You are so cunning and dangerous. Dangerous Dawn,” he teased her.
Heat rose on her cheeks. “How did you know my other name?”
“Well,” he said, getting up, “let’s just say I have my ways.” He walked over to her, and she flinched. “Relax, we’re not doing anything—at least for now.”
Ivy swallowed as Silas stepped behind her, and gently zipped up her wedding dress. He lowered his mouth to her ear, his lips brushing her earlobe. “But we’ll definitely continue this tonight.”
She didn’t move–couldn’t move until he left the room. Once alone, Ivy exhaled again, touching her forehead in fright.
Too late now, she told herself.
She could beat herself all day, but she couldn’t deny the fact that she had enjoyed every bit of it, and as crazy as it sounded, she was looking forward to more.
She adjusted her gown and stepped out of the study, silently hoping nobody would see her. She walked down the hall, ready to rejoin her party, when she saw her brother.
“Cole?” she called, her heart pounding at his presence, as she ran up to him. “You came!”
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“I did,” Cole replied emotionlessly. “Let’s find somewhere to talk.”
She blinked at his urgent tone, but nodded. “Follow me,” she said, taking him back to study.
Inside there, images of her escapades with Silas filled her mind, but she shut them off and faced her brother. “What’s up? How are you doing?”
Cole shook his head, a frown wrinkled his forehead. “I’m disappointed in you, Ivy.”
Ivy sighed, already exhausted. “Cole, If you came to talk about the wedding, well,” she gestured wildly. “It’s too late.”
“So you’re really marrying into the family responsible for Mom’s death?” Cole demanded, his green eyes blazing with anger, his voice was harsh.
“I don’t want to argue, Cole, please,” she pleaded.
“I’m not arguing either. Just here to prove my point,” he said firmly, and pulled out a file from his pocket. He tossed it on the desk, right where she had been pleasing Silas. “There, that’s your proof.”
Ivy looked at him, bemused as she moved over to the desk. “What is this?”
Proof that Thomas Stone killed Mom,” Cole snapped. “For the sake of our family, I really hope you come to your senses and do what’s right.”
Then he walked out of the study.
