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I grind my teeth and look away.

He grips my chin. “Did the cock catch your fucking tongue?” With his thumb, he forces my lip down. “Good. Keep it that way. I’d much prefer a fuckable mouth over a mouth that talks.”

“Oh fuck, this is too hot,” Max murmurs from his chair.

Silas pushes his hard-on back across my tongue, scraping along my teeth as if he doesn’t care.

“You want to bite? Then do it. Make me bleed, thief. I know you want to.”

Anger pushes me to bite just like he said I would. But the smile on his face is something I didn’t expect.

He groans. “It’ll only make me want to thrust deeper.”

He mercilessly slams inside all the way to the base, grips my nipples, and twists them so hard the scream makes its way past his shaft.

“Yes, that’s it. Scream for me, slut!”

“Please! Please, please let me touch her!” Max begs, his chair inching forward with each desperate scoot.

Heath merely laughs at him.

When Silas finally releases my nipples, the stinging sensations reach all the way between my legs, and I try to push them together to keep the throbbing at bay, but the spreader bar is in the way.

“Fuck no.” Heath spreads my ass cheeks and spits, letting it drip down into my crevice. “I know you’re turned on by this. I can feel it. Stop fighting it.”

“Fuck you,” I spit when Silas finally lets me breathe.

He grips my throat. “I allow you a breath, and this is what you choose to do with it?”

“Just because I allow you to take my body doesn’t mean I can’t say what I really think about you,” I respond.

“And that’s where you’re wrong, little thief,” Heath says.

“You didn’t allow us anything …” Silas’s fingers dig deeper into my skin. “I don’t need anyone’s permission to take what’s already mine.” His face inches closer to mine. “Hate me as much as you desire, but your body will always be mine. Today, tomorrow, every hour of the week, I will command it as I see fucking fit.” His tongue dips out, and he drags it across my lips. “And you will hate to crave every fucking second of my claim on your body until you become just as willing to lay down your fucking soul.”

“Lies,” I spit back.

His eyes glisten with heightened interest. “The only lies here are your own when you deny me what you promised.”

“I said you could have my body in exchange for the money I stole, not—”

“You saidanything.”

My eyes widen.

“And I want …” He groans as his tongue slowly dips inside my mouth. “Everythingfrom you.”

CHAPTER 29

Ivy

His tongue drives inside,twisting around mine as I struggle to keep the moan at bay. Heath’s relentless pounding only forces me farther into Silas’s mouth, his tongue lashing across the roof of my mouth, his lips greedy, demanding, insatiable.

And I can’t fucking breathe.

Not just because of his unending kiss, but because of how much more it makes my pussy throb.

Fuck.