Page 209 of Forged in the Fire
I knew he regretted saying it the second it slipped because he stilled for a beat, like he was silently beating himself back into the corner where he kept himself fettered.
It was painful the way I wanted to draw him out.
“Yes,” I said again, the single word a plea. “You’re exactly what I’ve been missing. What I didn’t know I needed.”
“I’m going to make sure you know it, Brinley. Going to make sure you feel me so deep there will be no erasing what I’ve done to you. I’m going to mark you as deep as you’re marking me.”
He swept his fingertips down the cleft of my ass.
I jolted back with a wheeze, and he edged closer, covering me in his shadow.
“Please, don’t tease me.”
His lips moved to the side of my neck as he shifted my underwear to the side. “Give me one good reason not to make you beg, Little Wildfire. Defying me the way you do.”
His voice was all grating and admonishment, but I could hear what else was in it.
His fear over me putting myself in a bad situation.
“I’m sorry.” I whimpered it, and I wanted to regret it. Take it back. But I meant it.
He and his men had run out to rescue me yesterday, stood in front of me when all of this was Dereck’s doing. They could have been injured or…
I choked off the thought, not even able to contemplate what kind of tragedy it could have been.
“Are you? Are you sorry for what you’re doing to me?”
He let his fingertips drag lightly through my folds.
A tease.
“I thought you said you weren’t going to punish me?”
“You’re right, this punishment is all on me,” he grunted.
He suddenly moved, kicking my ankles farther apart and driving two big fingers into me.
At the sudden intrusion, I gasped and clawed at the wood.
He leaned his chest against my back. His free hand came to my throat and pushed up my chin, and he angled my head around until our noses were nearly touching.
He was everywhere all at once and not nearly close enough.
His fingers sure and strong as he thrust them deep.
My gasps filled the air between us, panted into his mouth, our eyes wild as he stirred me into a writhing puddle.
Pleasure sparked and glinted in little flashes that struck in my body.
“Silas. Please.” I didn’t care that I implored it. Didn’t care that we were in the middle of the office and anyone could walk in at any point.
I only cared about this. About him touching me. Freeing me. About the intensity that ripped and tore between us as he drove me into divine disarray.
“You like it? You like me fucking you with my fingers?”
I did. But I wanted so much more.
“I want your cock.” I was really asking for it. But I figured if he was going to ruin me, he might as well do it all the way.
