Page 32 of Silks

She’s never going anywhere without me again.

“Ophelia, I really despair of your behavior,” Mom was saying as my eyes devour my sister. She’s pulled her heavy thick hair across her neck so the place where I bit her isn’t visible, but I can feel its presence, and when she turns and I get a little glimpse of my mark peeking out, I can feel it on my cock, already hardening for her.

“Her behavior is fine,” I said harshly into the frigid silence.

She’s mine to correct. That’s not anyone else’s job anymore.

Mom looks with surprise at me, but Ophelia looks furious.

“Actually, I was a brat,” she countered.

“Yes, you were,” my father said in his short, clipped tones. “But then, Teddy has always had a blind spot when it comes to you. Some might say you’re his only weakness.”

His tone is a challenge.

Explain yourself.

I tense inside, looking my father right in the eyes.

“It doesn’t make me weak,” I said, daring the old asshole to contradict me.

My feelings for Ophelia don’t make me weak.

They make me dangerous.

*

WHEN WE WALKED INTO my bedroom, Ophelia gathered up her backpack and suitcase like she was going to leave.

“Where are you going?” I asked, leaning against the door as I undid my first cufflink.

“Away from you!” she said, her gorgeous eyes flaring at me. Her eyes are my favorite color. Gray, changeable, a flash of quicksilver, like her.

I just looked at Ophelia, letting my body flare with the pleasure of seeing her, of her knowing I own her now.

For a moment there’s silence and I can read it in her eyes.

She knows.

She knows I’m not going to let her go. She knows I’d never ever let her walk out of this room.

“Are you going to let me go?” she asked, and I can see her chest heaving.

But she knows the answer, her eyes wary.

“No,” I said. “I won’t let you go.”

“At least put a goddamn condom on,” Ophelia said. “I can’t find my pills. Maybe I forgot to bring them after all.”

My eyes locked on hers as I jerked my shirt off.

Was that a flicker. . . even just a small flicker of desire in her eyes?

My stomach clenched painfully tightly at the idea.

I could not screw this up by coming early again. If there was even the slightest chance I could make her love me, I had to take it.

I reached in my duffel bag, my eyes still on her. Fuck, her tits were so big, making my mouth water just looking at them. Her nipples seemed tight and taut against her dress. I was going to rip it off every one of her curves. Her soft, kissable lips were set in a pout.