Series: Penny Dee
Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Silas’s hot hand touches my elbow, bringing me back from that furious, betrayed version of myself that doesn’t entirely have to do with Ben and Nessa. But of a life I ran away from, of people who hurt and betrayed me more than I care to admit. I thought I’d buried all those feelings, so I intentionally shove them back down.
“Doc, maybe we should go?” Silas says.
I glare down at the pathetic couple, the hurt still there but numbing as I say, “Yeah, maybe we should.”
What was I expecting? This is human nature. Everyone always looks out only for themselves. I’m no different, but for Nessa and Larissa, I was willing to do anything to protect them. Looks like I’m only the fool once again.
“I’ll get you back for this,” Ben seethes, and immediately, Nessa covers his mouth with her hand. I watch as she leans in and whispers something to him. His eyes go wide, and he looks at Silas. “I didn’t know. I’m sorry, man.”
Ha, that’s a first, watching the victim to the man who just broke his hand. I bet Silas is used to that.
Fuck it, if everyone else is doing whatever the fuck they want, then I should just do the same. Consequences be damned.
“You can come back to mine, on one condition,” I say to Silas.
“What?” he asks, seemingly surprised.
“You let me examine your body,” I say to him with a mischievous smile. He raises a brow in question, and I ignore Nessa’s stare that I can feel.
“Done.” He nods. “Do you want me to drive, or you?”
“You can follow me.”
“I already know where you live.”
Of course he does.
I turn back to look at Nessa one last time as she panics over Ben, who curses under his breath through his sobs. It’s pathetic really, and I only grow more saddened by the fact that someone as squirmy as him was able to come between us. But it’s not my fucking problem. I slam the car door behind me and drive away.
24
SILAS
Did she really think I was going to turn down her offer to examine my body? Absolutely fucking not. I would pretty much let her do whatever she wants with my body. If she asked nicely enough, that is. Who the fuck am I lying to? She doesn’t even have to ask nicely, because I’m as equally attracted to her inner psycho, which I can tell she is very much battling with right now.
Part of me wanted to watch what she might do to him, knowing full well she’s capable. But the moment he tried to touch her, my body was moving on its own. She’s my temptation alone to play with.
When we reach her house, she doesn’t wait for me to get out of my car before opening her front door and leaving it slightly ajar as she goes inside, expecting me to follow. As soon as I push the door open, I see her shoes on the floor and slip mine off. I close the door and lock it, then follow her. It’s kind of what I expected—simplistic, dark furnishings with a few pops of color. There’s a slight chill in the air, and I can’t help but feel like I’m walking into a lion’s den.
I find her in the kitchen, clearing the island counter. She turns and looks at me and then nods to the kitchen counter. “Get undressed and get on it.”
I raise an eyebrow, trying to hold my bemused smile. Ever demanding and with peculiar requests, but it’s what I find most intriguing about her. I don’t quite know what she’ll do next. It keeps me on my toes, pulling at my interest alongside the heightening infatuation to make her submit to me all over again. There’s that quiet challenge always in her gaze that makes me only want to play.
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I’m already removing my shirt as I walk closer to the counter. The island counter is a decent size. I wonder if she actually knows how to cook or if she uses it for bodies as well. A spike of irritation pumps into my bloodstream at the thought of her having anyone else here.
Sliding off my pants, I let them fall to the floor, then immediately turn and put myself on the counter. She’s watching me with those emerald eyes, and I can tell she’s assessing every single move that I make. I don’t wait for her instructions. The coldness hits my bare back as I lie down. Still as the dead, because I know that’s how she’ll appreciate me most.
She steps closer, and then she bends down to look at me.
“Do not try to touch me,” she instructs. “I’ll be doing the examination.”
“I’m not making any promises,” I say with a grin, but she ignores me. I love the way she immediately demands control and fascination. It’s a dark lure where I lie in suspense, wondering if this will end up bloody. My cock twitches. A woman after my own heart.