Chapter Seven
Need You to Ruin Me
It started with a kiss.
Not soft. Not slow.
Hard. Bruising. Like he was trying to imprint the shape of his mouth into mine.
I was still sore from the night before, but the ache only made me hungrier. I wasn’t just wet—I was throbbing. A raw, hot pulse that didn’t stop no matter how many times he made me come.
I wanted more.
I wanted everything.
Silas leaned over me, shirtless, sweat still glistening from our last round. His fingers trailed from my throat to the top of my breast, teasing the skin just above my n****e.
“You keep looking at me like that,” he murmured, “and I’ll put you on your knees again.”
“I want you to do more than that,” I whispered.
He arched a brow. “Yeah?”
I nodded. “I want you to ruin me.”
His eyes darkened instantly. Hi
