Sin & Silk

Chapter 5: The first rule

Ashley

I don’t know how long I lay there, staring at the ceiling, Riley’s words running circles in my head. You’ll come to me. On your knees.

I hated him for it, the certainty, the way he’d looked at me like he’d already won but worse than that was the ache between my thighs that wouldn’t fade no matter how tightly I squeezed them together.

The house was silent except for the faint whisper of the wind outside. I could hear the occasional soft creak of floorboards,old wood shifting under secrets I didn’t want to know.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I shoved the blankets back and padded to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face. My reflection in the mirror looked back at me,flushed cheeks, swollen lips, pupils blown wide with something that wasn’t fear.

I hated that girl. I hated that she looked…hungry.

When I stepped back into the bedroom, the shadows seemed thicker, heavier somehow and then I felt it, the subtle shift of the air behind me.

He was here. I didn’t even have to turn to know.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Riley’s voice was velvet draped steel behind me, so close I could feel the warmth of his breath on my neck.

I spun around, but he was already crowding into my space, backing me up until my spine hit the cold wall.

“I told you to stay in your room,” he murmured, dipping his head so his lips brushed my jaw. “Did you forget the first rule already?”

My pulse thudded so hard it hurt. “I didn’t forget anything.”

His eyes flicked to my mouth. He grinned,sharp, wolfish and slid one hand up to cup my throat, tilting my head back just enough that I couldn’t look away.

“Then say it,” he said. His thumb traced my racing pulse. “Say you want me to leave.”

I opened my mouth. The word no trembled on my tongue but when he pressed his thigh between mine, pinning me harder to the wall, all that came out was a strangled gasp.

“That’s what I thought,” he whispered, his mouth brushing my ear. “You can lie with your pretty mouth, but not with this.”

His free hand slid down my side, finding the knot of my robe. He tugged it loose, slow and deliberate, the silk whispering against my skin as it fell open.

Heat flooded my face, my chest, pooling low as his knuckles skimmed the swell of my breast.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured, dipping his head lower, teeth grazing the skin just above my collarbone. “One word, Ashley. That’s all it takes.”

I should’ve said it. I should’ve shoved him off me. But my hands fisted in his hair instead, pulling him closer when his tongue flicked over the mark he’d just bitten.

A low laugh rumbled in his chest, wicked and soft. “Good girl.”

His mouth claimed mine again not the punishing kiss from before, but something darker, deeper. His tongue teased mine, tasting every soft whimper I tried to swallow.

His thigh pressed harder between my legs, and I couldn’t help it, I rocked against him, chasing friction that made my knees weak. He caught my wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head against the wall.

“You want it?” he growled, pulling back just enough to look at me,really look at me, flushed and panting and helpless under him. “Say it, or I stop.”

His other hand slipped between my thighs, his fingers brushing the thin cotton of my panties,damp and shameful. I bit my lip, shaking my head, fighting the moan building in my throat.

He pressed his fingers more firmly, the barest pressure where I needed him most. “Say it.”

A sob tore out of me. “Please.”

“Please what?” His fingers stilled, cruel, teasing.

“Please don’t stop,” I breathed. “Please, Riley—”

He groaned, low and hungry, like the sound scraped something raw inside him. In a heartbeat, he lifted me, my legs wrapping around his waist by instinct alone and carried me to the bed.

He didn’t bother undressing me properly. He just shoved my robe wider, dragged my panties down my thighs and flung them aside. His mouth was everywhere,hot kisses trailing down my throat, teeth grazing the swell of my breast before he sucked my n****e into his mouth.

I cried out, the sound swallowed by the sheets as he pushed me down, his weight pinning me in place. One hand tangled in my hair, tugging my head back so he could watch every broken sound that fell from my lips.

When his fingers finally slipped inside me, I gasped,hips bucking, shame burning away under the sheer, brutal relief of it. He crooked them just right, drawing circles that had me shaking in seconds.

“Look at me,” he growled when I squeezed my eyes shut. “Open your eyes, Ashley.”

I did and what I saw there made my stomach twist,hunger, possession, something like a promise that this was just the beginning.

“You break the rules,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine as his fingers worked me faster, harder, cruelly perfect. “And this is what you get. Velvet chains. Sweet punishment. You understand now?”

I tried to answer but then everything shattered, the world turning white and hot as pleasure ripped through me like fire.

I heard my name on his lips, dark and possessive, as he held me there, wrung every last shudder from my body until I was boneless under him.

He pulled back only when I was trembling, my skin slick with sweat, the sheets twisted around my thighs. He brushed a kiss against my temple,gentle, mocking.

“The first rule,” he whispered against my ear. “Never lie about what you want.”

And then he left me there…undone, alone, aching for more.