The streetlights were dim and yellow on this midsumr night, the night breeze not cool but rather stiflingly warm.
Stella Grant stared at Silas Sutton’s figure, her watery eyes unconsciously narrowing a bit.
The next second, Stella spoke in a calm voice, "President Sutton."
Upon hearing this, Silas paused, and in the mont their eyes t, he pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek.
Silas thought Stella would lose her temper, but she only smiled faintly, asking, "Did you co out to buy sothing, President Sutton?"
Silas’s fingertips were burned by what he held, "Yes."
Stella asked, "Did you buy it?"
Silas lied through his teeth, "No."
Stella nodded, saying, "It’s too late now, buy it tomorrow."
With that said, Stella turned and headed towards the apartnt complex.
Stella walked ahead, and Silas followed, entering the elevator where they each occupied a corner in silence.
After a while, the elevator doors opened, and Stella was the first to step out to unlock the door.
The mont the door opened, before Stella could reach for the light switch, Silas hooked her slender waist from behind, pinning her against the wall beside him.
Stella caught her breath and looked up, Silas’s thin lips pulled into a mischievous smile, "Did you see it?"
Stella pressed her lips together, her expression unreadable, "See what?"
Silas had a playful smirk, "What do you think?"
Stella’s hand hanging by her side clenched, genuinely composed rather than pretending, "I don’t understand what you’re talking about."
Silas bent closer, stopping just a fraction away, tilted his head to murmur by her ear, "Condoms."
Stella pressed her lips into a straight line, "Shaless."
Silas, "Who?"
Stella, "You."
Silas chuckled, "You clearly just felt sorry for ."
Stella turned her head, her eyelids fluttering as she said, "I must have been blind..."
Before Stella could finish saying ’blind’, Silas leaned down and kissed the corner of her lips.
Instinctively, Stella struggled, and Silas clasped her wrist, tossing what she held onto the floor, interlocking their fingers together.
The kiss lingered as long as Stella’s struggle.
Eventually, Silas rested his chin on her shoulder, chuckling deeply, "Alright, I was wrong."
Stella took a deep breath, her chest heaving with anger.
Silas pressed against her, one leg already wedged between hers, his large hand rubbing her waist, "Stella."
Stella’s voice was cold, "You didn’t keep your word."
Silas lazily asked, "Which part didn’t I keep?"
Stella stated, "You promised back in Brynnfield that we would only have a superior-subordinate relationship."
Silas teased, "That was your claim, not mine."
Stella was rendered speechless.
It seed he indeed hadn’t promised, he rely went along with her words back then.
Upon seeing Stella’s prolonged silence, Silas bit down on her collarbone, "Stella, you’re so smart, I don’t believe you can’t see my feelings for you. You’re just betting, betting I wouldn’t touch you for pride’s sake."
Stella, caught off guard, flushed red on her cheeks.
Silas’s hand on her waist slipped under her clothes, "Want to play?"
Stella’s red lips quivered, "Silas Sutton, can you be any more shaless?"
Silas, "I can, if you’re willing."
Stella retorted coldly, "What if I’m not willing?"
Silas chuckled lightly, "I don’t believe that."
When Silas carried her to the bed, Stella bit hard on his shoulder.
Silas propped himself with his hands beside her, his deep eyes intense and dark.
Silas was inherently malicious, and not just malicious but also inherently depraved.
He had many tricks up his sleeve, each ti leaving Stella both captivated and overwheld.
Out of a box of three, by the fourth ti, Silas forced her knee down as he leaned in.
As the tidal wave swept over, Stella’s body arched, her fingers curling against the sheets.
Silas gripped her thigh, his voice hoarse, "Do you like it this way?"
Stella’s legs trembled, rendering her speechless.
Not that she liked it, nor disliked it.
The visual impact was overwhelming, amplifying her senses.
Every surge Silas gave left her body trembling uncontrollably.
At dawn, Silas carried her into the bathroom to clean up.
With reddened eyes, Stella leaned against the wall, and Silas looked down at her with a wicked, lazy expression, "Don’t want to own up after enjoying it?"
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