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s much as Silver acts like a bitch or directs all her maliciousness
towards me, she sleeps like an angel.
Literally like one.
She snuggles to my side, her nails digging into my T-shirt. I inwardly
groan at the memory of her dragging them down my back. She thinks she
was hurting me, when in fact, she was proving how territorial she actually is
about me.
Did she really think I wouldn't notice she was leaving those marks so
all the female population would see them? She was basically marking her
territory.
Silver might be more low-key about her possessiveness, but it's lurking
in the background, waiting to be unleashed on the world.
Her long lashes flutter on her cheeks and her lips part the slightest bit,
wishing for my fingers inside them.
The loose T-shirt slides down her cleavage, outlining the pale flesh of
her tit and there's a hint of her rosy nipple that's begging for my fucking
mouth on it.
I slowly pull the shirt up to hide it. My dick protests, but he needs to
wait. Silver might sleep like an angel, but she's a light sleeper. If I touch
her, she'll wake up, and I know I won't stop if I start touching her. I have to
take care of something else first.
Of course, I haven't slept. One, she's too distracting, moulding to my
side like this. Two, this is one of the rarest chances I'll get to take care of
unfinished business.
I could've done it in the car earlier after I made Aiden drive us while I
held her in the back seat, but I was too focused on her well-being to think of
anything else.
Aiden was right — I took it too far. But that's the thing about Silver, it's
clear that I have no brakes when it comes to her.
That's not good.
Control is everything I have. I command situations and people before
the action even plays out. I'm a director, but my sets are real and my actors
are actual people.
However, when Silver showed up dressed like a fucking fantasy at my
room in Ronan's house, and not only kicked out Jennifer but also took her
place, I lost all common sense.
After the last text I sent her, I suspected she'd follow; I never thought
she'd be that direct about it. I never thought she'd actually let me tie her
down and gag her and blindfold her. Or that she'd enjoy it the way she did.
Then she pissed me off by refusing to admit she wanted it and I lost
track.
I can't do that.
I need a remote control when I'm with her. Or that's what I told myself.
