Sentenced to Life

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Emory felt his bulge pushing into her but decided not to comment.

"I've taken such a sinful interest in you," he murmured. "You're just such a...kind soul."

Emory patted his back. "You say that word a lot...kind. Any significance?"

He hummed but said nothing, pulling away. "Alright. I'm ready for my close up now, beloved."

Emory shivered and started the camera. "Sure now where should I sit?"

"On my face?"

Emory shot him a sharp look over her shoulder. He shrugged. "Worth a try?"

"You know you talk a big game," she mused, turning around. "But you couldn't handle me. I think I'm little out of your depth."

"Hm...I think I wouldn't mind being your depths, beloved." He murmured, suddenly behind her, his hands on her hips. "We could explore them together."

Emory smirked, feeling him pressed against her back.

"How many million did you con me out of," he asked his fingers caressing her cheek.

"Do you even wanna know?" She asked softly.

He chuckled. "Then I'll ask something I do want to know," he lifted her hand, splaying it with his own. "How fares dear Thomas?"

"Shouldn't you have asked me that before you pushed yourself against me? Do you even care?" She'd asked.

His thumb swiped over her ring finger. "But of course. You're divorced? Or at least estranged. Please tell me it's so."

Emory licked her lips, her lips quivering. "Why do you want to know? Why do you even care?"

Silas' grip on her got tighter. "I couldn't bear the thought of him touching you. His hand on yours." He bent down resting his lips in her shoulder. "His lips on your body. He doesn't deserve you."

Emory narrowed her eyes, trying to constrain her excitement. "And you do?"

Silas pulled away suddenly, turning her around deftly. "I deserve everything I want. It's a tenement engrained in me since birth. That all I want with my hands should be mine. Divine Right."

Emory scoffed. "You think...it's gods will that you do whatever the hell you want. Seriously?"

Silas smirked. "I think...if God wanted stop me He is either unwilling or unable. And in either case..." he lifted her face staring down at her, his bright blue eyes almost shining in the dimly lit room. "There is no one to stop me from having what I want."

Emory raised her shaking hands, cupping his cheeks. He raised his brows in surprise at her sudden initiative.

"And am I something you want? You've set your eyes to covet me, Count Silas?"

He smiled softly, leaning into her palm. "So I have. Disposing of your husband, taking up your mind. I am your gold mine, but you are mine. The rest of the world does not know me. But you...you address me as Count Silas. You alone, beloved."

Emory kicked off her heels, enlarging the height difference between us. She slipped away from him, smiling at the soft fleeting kiss he pressed against her hand as she moved away.

"You seem like a dangerously unstable individual," she mused walking toward the wine.

He followed her. "Do I? But you're so kind to me, Emory. Are you avoiding my questions about your husband because you're still seeing him."

Emory poured herself a drink and tracked across the room. He followed her, leaving some space between them.

"I found you under suspicious of the murder of one more. A Duke. Said to have gone on a hunting trip with you," she backed up, against the foot. "What is your explanation?"

"Ah..." he chuckled, walking toward her. "That...you see there is a very simple explanation...and it is...well it's—" he chuckled running his hands through his hair. "I found out he was fucking my wife. I'm a really terrible person and I left him in the woods to die."

He shrugged, putting his hand against her head. "Satisfied?"

"Jessie Howard?" She demanded.
"Robbed me."
"Ivory Sandees,"
"Fucked my wife. She got around. I didn't blame her. I'm gonna save you the trouble of about four more names. Tripped my daughter. Stiffed me in a business deal. Spoke of ill of my deceased mother. Fucked my wife again."

"I only had those two," she whispered.

He shrugged. "Oops?" He pressed against her. "So here we are. I've laid out all my dirty little secrets to you. And now...what do you think of me, beloved? Still worthy of your kindness."

Emory smirked, and shrugged. "I'm not sure if I could call it kindness, really."

Silas swallowed brushing his cheek against hers, letting his lips glide across hers. "Hm...then will you have me, my beloved?"

He raised her thighs, wrapping them around his waist. Emory didn't protest instead looking over his face.

"What is that you want from me? Be truthful."

"To consume you," he breathed, putting his hands in her hair. "Your every waking moment, your every breath. I want to make you go wild."

Emory shook. "Well then, don't tease me anymore. Show me what you got to go wild for, Silas."

He smirked, pulling her toward the bed. "A challenge. But why else would you wear that dress tonight?"

He pulled the straps off her shoulders, as he laid her down, her leg around his waist. He bunched up her dress, relieving himself of his clothing.

Silas drank in the sight of her, his hands embracing her flesh.

"How long has it been since you've touched a woman."

He raised his brows and smirked. "Not as long as you'd like I'm afraid."

Emory shook her head. "How was I to know under all that dirt and grime, you were really such a damn whore?"

Silas chuckled, pressing himself against her, the weight of his body heavy against her skin.

"My apologies. I wanted to be back in practice for you. Forgive me?"

Emory put her arms around his neck, her body writhing heating up at his touch. His deft fingers worked their magic, fucking into her gently, stretching her open.

"No," she murmured as he entered her. "I won't forgive you." She sank her teeth into his shoulder.

Silas laughed boisterously. "Fine then, beloved. Fuck me with all the disdain in your heart."

Emory arched her back as he stroked deeply inside her. He forced her hands above her head, his lips above hers.

"Can I keep you," he asked softly.

"No," she whispered. "Just for tonight."

Silas grinned.