by Marian Tee
Hugging her tightly, he whispered tightly, “Trust me, sweetheart. Everything’s under control.” He knew the power of those words, and he used it ruthlessly. He would do everything to stop his little lamb from hurting.
On his lap, Lace was shuddering, fighting for control, fighting to prove that she did trust him.
He forced himself to ask. “Did any of them hurt you while you three were in your room?”
Silence.
“Wyndham…”
Slowly, her voice almost inaudible, she enumerated her injuries that night.
A shove that sent her flying halfway across the room—
Her head knocked hard against the wall—
Slaps to her face—
Silver’s fists tightened, and at that moment, he couldn’t be sure if the day he’d snap and go after those two wouldn’t ever come.
“And the way he kept looking at me,” Lace said sickly. “L-like it was only a matter of time before he would have me…”
She was drowning under the humiliation of it all, remembering how fucking helpless she had felt—
Over her head, Silver said, “If you had told me this…”
Her breath caught, and even though she knew it was stupid, she couldn’t help thinking he would reject her. After finding out what had happened, he’d realize that she didn’t deserve someone like him.
Their gazes collided.
And she started to cry again, the emotions in Silver’s gaze just too much.
“I’d have told you I’m so damn proud of you, sweetheart.”
Her sobs became uncontrollable.
“They fucking bullied you, terrorized you, but you chose to protect your friend. Even knowing you could lose everything, you chose to trust me.” His lips brushed against her as he whispered, “I’m so damn proud of you, Evangeline Lace Wyndham—”
She shook her head vehemently, unable to bear hearing him say the words. “I was so d-damn scared—”
“Being scared doesn’t make you a coward.”
“And I w-was stupid—”
“You believed he was a nice person. That can’t ever be a wrong thing, little lamb.” His voice gentled. “No matter what you say, it won’t change my mind. You’re the bravest girl I know, and I’ll always love you for it.”
She cried at his words, cried so much it was almost like she wouldn’t ever stop. Throughout it, Silver held her, knowing it was the only thing he could do. Hold her until she stopped crying. Until she forgot. Until she allowed herself to believe he was with her for good.
She didn’t speak for a long while, even after her sobs had completely died. When she did, her voice was hoarse with remnants of fear. “Are we…a-are we really okay now?”
His voice gentle, he told her, “We’ve always been okay.”
“It’s just…” She choked. “It’s just hard to believe, after e-everything.” She let out a painful laugh. “I’ve a-always thought stuff like that would n-never happen to me, but I g-guess that’s what we think until it r-really does happen.”
His arms tightened around her. “I’m sorry it had to happen, sweetheart.” He tipped her chin up, needing to taste her lips, needing to have her taste his. “All I can promise you is it won’t happen again.”
She nodded against his chest. “I trust you.” One, two, three seconds passed before she begged, “Say something funny, please? I’m just s-so tired of crying.”
He paused. “Don’t ever forget your promise.”
Her head lifted, Lace pushing herself up against his chest. “My promise?”
“You have to tell me if you need me.”
“I will. I would never—”
“No matter what you think of me, I’m here to protect you.”
Lace’s eyes widened. “I know. I never said—”
“So…” Silver’s face became solemn. “Don’t treat me like I’m just arm candy.”
Her eyebrows shot up in shock. “What?”
“Or a fuck buddy—”
She finally realized what he was doing and started laughing. “Oh, March.”
His knuckles grazed her cheek. “I’m your boyfriend, Lace Wyndham, and I’m yours.”
Her touch was just as tender, fingers tracing his lips. “I’m glad for that. You don’t know…” Her voice caught. “You probably won’t ever know how much, and I don’t k-know if I can ever tell you how much. But in case you have any doubts…” Her lips curved in a teary smile. “I’m yours.”
EPILOGUE
Bad News: The Things You Never Want to Hear
“Pervert,” Lace gasped even as she couldn’t make herself stop Silver from what he was doing.
When she was finally naked except for her pair of trainers, Silver stepped back, letting his gaze slowly roam all over her body. His gaze aroused her, like it always did, and she could feel her breasts swelling, its points prickling in awareness as moisture once again gathered between her thighs.
“Turn around slowly.”
The words were more than enough to make her flush from head to toe, but her word was her bond so she couldn’t make herself disobey. Slowly, she turned around, and a gasp escaped her as doing so made her face the mirror.
She froze, her lewd reflection taking her by surprise.
It also made her even wetter, hotter, more desperate—
Without warning, Silver captured her from behind. He lifted her up, making her gasp, and then she gasped again as he lowered her on his cock. With her hands gripping his biceps and her legs dangling on each side over each arm, she was completely exposed, her pussy spread open like a fully bloomed flower.
He started to move, and she could see his cock entering her inch by inch before pulling back again. It was fascinating and embarrassing at the same time, but for the life of her, Lace couldn’t tear her gaze away from their reflection on the mirror.
She moaned when he started fucking her harder. “Pervert.”
His chuckle tickled the side of her neck. “Am I?”
“Yes, you…are…” Her head fell back as she felt his lips caressing her neck. “For thinking up this type of…punishment…pervert.”
“But,” Silver countered huskily, “you like this kind of punishment, don’t you?” He began to bounce her on his cock.
This position, his cock, her pussy bouncing up and down…
Her eyes rolled back.
Outside, she heard footsteps and voices, louder and louder—
Her eyes flew open.
Oh my God, it was her boys!
They were coming and—
Silver laughed.
Nooooooooo.
It really was going to happen.
“Think of it this way,” Silver whispered wickedly into her ear. “You’re lucky you don’t have to fake it.” One quick flip and she was on her feet, bent halfway, and he was sliding back into her from behind as he palmed her breasts and pinched her nipples. “It’s just going to come out naturally—”
One hand moved down and brushed against her clitoris, making Lace moan.
His thrusts became more forceful, his strokes against her clitoris becoming faster.
Outside, her boys had reached the door, and the knob started to rattle.
She bit her lip hard, doing her best to keep quiet.
“It’s locked,” Lace heard Drew exclaim in surprise. “Did any of you lock it?”
A chorus of “No’s” answered him.
Silver captured her gaze in the mirror. “You really think you can keep yourself quiet?”
She glared at him.
“Ah, little lamb. Why do you keep underestimating me?” With excruciating slowness, he reached for her pussy. His cock slid down, and she didn’t understand what he was about to do until she felt it—
Her folds expanding, stretching to accommodate his finger.
It was like being fucked twice at the same time, his cock and his finger sliding inside of her—
When both drove inside of her body, she could no longer keep her p
leasure to herself.
Lace screamed.
“The fuck!” Damian roared outside the door.
“Is that…Coach?” Ivan asked.
She couldn’t stop moaning now, even knowing she could be heard. It was just not possible, with the way Silver was fucking her, filling her, possessing her.
As Silver pounded into her, his balls slapping hard against her bottom with each thrust, he managed to rasp out, “Give us five minutes.”
Silence.
And then everyone cursed in Greek.
Or at least she assumed those were curses because she still didn’t understand their language, and no fucking way would she be bothered to learn it.
When Silver started rotating his thumb on her clit, Lace couldn’t stop herself from moaning out loud.
Outside the room, sounds of gagging erupted.
“It’s like hearing your mom have sex,” Vasyl said weakly.
Everyone gagged again.
“Five minutes,” Ivan shouted, banging on the door.
Lace wanted to beg the same thing, but right now, she couldn’t manage to be coherent. All she could do was twist her head around to look at him, begging him with her eyes—
“When you look at me like that—”
Silver lifted her up.
A moment later, he was seated on the bench, she was straddling him, and his cock found its way back into her pussy.
“Feed me,” Silver growled.
Trembling, she plumped one breast and rose up, feeding it to him. Another moan escaped as his mouth latched onto her nipple. Silver grabbed her hips and began to lift her up and down his cock.
“P-Please…” The word was finally torn out of her.
“No.” So beautifully dominant, and she couldn’t get enough of it. Of him. Her Silver.
Sucking hard on her nipple, he forced her legs to open more widely before he reached down—
Her eyes widened.
This time, though, his hand was caressing her bottom, his finger stroking the folds. After a while, she could feel it, one finger slowly caressing her other hole. Her body jerked, her inner muscles contracting around his cock.
The sudden movement had his finger pushing slightly inside her other hole.
“Scream for me, little lamb.”
His finger eased before moving back inside again.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
Outside, everyone gagged.
She wanted to die of embarrassment, but she couldn’t, not right now, not when she was about to die for another reason.
His cock in her pussy and his finger on her hole were finding a rhythm now, both of it penetrating her at the same time.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah.” She lost all sense of shame, and when their eyes met, she begged, “Don’t stop.”
Silver fisted her hair, turning her around so he could whisper against her lips before kissing Lace, “Never.”
And then he was fucking her so hard on both sides that all she could do was chant his name. It was more than enough to have her boys running away like a ghost was after them.
“Fucking most horrible sound on earth,” Alexio said, his face white as he and the others finally burst out of the gym.
“You think five minutes is enough?” Ivan asked, shuddering.
“Probably not,” Vasyl muttered. “The sounds Coach was making…”
Everyone gagged again.
“Will you fucking shut up and stop using her name?” Damian growled. “It’s just going to make us imagine…”
And they did imagine.
This time, they all turned away simultaneously, retching for real.
THE END
Thank you so, so much for reading This Round I’m Yours. I have had so much fun writing (and continuing) Silver and Lace’s story that I really feel guilty about it. It’s like I’m writing for myself, and so I may end up ignoring what you – Dear Reader – want. I do hope, though, that at least some of you still ended up enjoying their story. If you want Book 3 for Silver and Lace, I would be more than thrilled to write it.
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Meanwhile, you might want to check out this excerpt of my other standalone book The Greek Billionaire and I. The characters are older here, and though it deals with more angst and drama, it also has the same lighthearted feel you get from the Play With Me series.
The Greek Billionaire and I
When the powerful, sexy, and gorgeous Greek billionaire Mykolas Sallis finds a misplaced cellphone and reads its messages, he becomes intrigued with its owner, a woman who seems to possess the rare combination of beauty, wit, and lots of snappy comebacks.
13:15 How about going for a movie tomorrow night?
13:16 Thomas, you’re a good guy, so I’m going to tell you the truth once and for all.
13:17 What is it?
13:18 I’m a lesbian. I want your d*ck – but not for the reasons you’re hoping for.
When curvy 24-year-old schoolteacher Velvet Lambert speaks with the Greek billionaire the first time, she knows right away she’s out of her league. She does her snarky best to resist, but in the end she still finds herself saying ‘yes’ to a marriage of convenience, pretending she isn’t head over heels with him, and trying not to lose hope even if she knows Mykolas only sees her as a prized possession.
EXCERPT
As she headed to the teachers’ dorm, her phone buzzed in her pocket, startling her.
Fishing it out and seeing an unidentified number, Velvet answered the call. “Hello?”
Mykolas leaned back against the plush cushions of his yacht’s custom-designed sofa. He had hoped to meet the intriguing Velvet Lambert – a little digging in her phone allowed him to figure out her name – but his meeting with his stepsister had to be cut short because of an emergency back in Athens.
Velvet’s frown was evident in her voice, and this made his smile widen. “You have found your phone then.”
The voice at the other end of the line was decidedly Greek, a deep accented baritone filled with sensual confidence and natural arrogance. Oh no, Velvet immediately thought. Her friend Mairi’s Greek billionaire sounded exactly like this, and look what had happened to her. Granted, Mairi and Damen Leventis were a couple now – they had just gotten engaged last night, in fact – but even so, the sheer amount of drama the two had gone through to earn their happy ever after was too much for Velvet.
And so she said crisply, “Yes, I did. Thank you for handing it to the librarian. Goodbye.”
Mykolas gazed at the phone in amusement. That was the first time a woman had hung up on him.
Velvet’s frown became more pronounced as her phone vibrated, signaling an incoming message. Persistent just like Mairi’s Greek billionaire. This really wasn’t good.
I have a confession to make, Velvet Lambert. I went through your phone and read a couple of your messages.
About to cross the street to get to the dorm, Velvet abruptly stopped walking with an infuriated gasp. How dare he?
All of them had come from your ardent admirers. Their devotion to you makes me want to see you and find out whether you are as desirable as they make you sound to be. However, I am not like most men who are easily swayed by appearance. I want my woman not only wonderful to look at but wonderful to spend time with as well.
I am sure that you are the same. So I propose a bet.
And that was that.
Velvet waited for another incoming message, but none came. If he thought leaving her hanging like that would make her call him—
Velvet’s phone rang, and she froze. Don�
��t answer it, Velvet, an inner voice cautioned inside her head. To distract herself, she resumed walking, crossing the street to get to the teachers’ dorm. She took the stairs steadily and tried to keep her heartbeat at pace with her steps.
Her phone stopped ringing just as she slid the key into the knob and unlocked her door.
Good, Velvet told herself. He’s lost his patience. She pushed the door shut with her hip and after dropping her bag to the floor, she threw herself on her bed and gazed up at the ceiling. Seconds ticked by. Slowly, she placed her hand on her heart, which was still thudding. Restlessness built inside her, and Velvet realized that she hadn’t been this annoyed – or this intrigued – in ages.
The librarian had called the person who found her phone a gentleman. Most likely, he wasn’t working for the school then. Was he a visiting professor? The thought had her wrinkling her nose.
Her phone rang again.
Before she could think twice, Velvet answered the phone. “Hello?”
Mykolas purred, “You sound breathless.”
Damn it, but she was. “Don’t take it personally,” she managed to quip. “I’m always like this when talking to potential stalkers.”
“You’d be lucky if I stalk you.”
Damn it, damn it, damn it but why did this man’s voice sound so sexy to her? He was arrogant as hell, which was usually a turn off for her but right now, it was the opposite. There was just something about his voice that told her this man had every right to be arrogant. He was that...desirable.
She gripped the phone more tightly, needing a few seconds to make sure her voice was not breathless as she said, “Dream on.” It was a lame ass reply, and Velvet knew it. By the way the man chuckled, he seemed to know it, too. And to rub salt into the wound, the sound of his chuckle was also sexy as hell. Damn it.
“While I’d love to keep talking to you more, agape mou, I unfortunately have an urgent business meeting to attend to. May I talk about our little bet?”