Page 15 of Silks

I couldn’t read the expression in his golden boy blue eyes with my hair falling in his face, but he brought his hands up to where I was trying to throttle him.

“Is this the kinky shit you’re into, Ophelia?” he asked.

“No!” I snapped at him. “I’m literally trying to choke you.”

Teddy’s mouth only twisted up a bit, and then with one swift motion he captured my wrists and flipped me all the way over so I was on my back on the trundle bed and he was atop me.

Then he put both hands around my throat, lightly caging me in, and pushed my chin up so I was forced to look him in the eyes.

“You want to play that way?” he asked teasingly.

“No, I don’t want to play, you asshole,” I cried, feeling panicky even though I was easily able to breathe.

I tried to knee him in the balls again, but he put one knee on either side of my thighs and squeezed together.

“Why are there pictures of me on your phone?” I demanded. “You’re spying on me, aren’t you?”

His face didn’t move, the half-smile still there. “Yeah, I check up on you at the University of Chicago. You don’t return any of my calls or answer any of my texts. How am I supposed to know if you are all right or not?”

“I don’t need you checking up on me, Teddy,” I snarled. “I can take care of myself.”

“Can you?” he asked, then he captured my wrists in his hands again and forced my arms above my head.

“Teddy, seriously, get off me,” I hissed.

Holding my wrists with one hand, he moved his other hand, gliding it under my shirt to my waist.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I yelped, uncomfortably aware that I had no bra on and only a thong under my big nightshirt.

He moved his hand to tickle that side curve of my waist and I wriggled uncomfortably.

“How old are you? You’re going to tickle me, really?”

“I want to know why you haven’t talked to me for two years. It’s either tickle you or spank you, Ophelia. You’re not too old to be spanked.”

Teddy moved his fingers again, then skimmed up to under my armpit.

“God, stop!” I cried.

“Why are you here?” he asked. “What made you come home?”

“I didn’t want to miss the Derby,” I said.

“You missed it last year,” my brother replied. “And the year before. What makes this year so special?”

“No reason,” I panted, feeling an uncomfortable squirming sensation inside me as his fingers danced over my body.

His legs were so tight on my thighs that I felt heat begin to pound there, and then I realized with horror that there was a thick, hard length pressing against where my thong barely covered my pussy.

“Get your disgusting morning wood off me, asshole! I can feel your cock on me. I can’t move anywhere without it fucking touching me, so get off me.”

“But yesterday you said it must be small,” Teddy protested, only squeezing his knees tighter together.

“Shut up,” I said through my teeth, trying to struggle harder now. But just as before, Teddy had me pinned effortlessly.

“And what about you? What are these? Morning nips?” he asked, tweaking where my nipples were hardened and peaked against my thin T-shirt.

I shrieked in outrage. “I’m going to kill you for that! You can’t just touch my tits.”