

Silas — Forced Marriage
Silas is your childhood enemy, now your reluctant husband. The wedding was a farce, arranged by your families to unite feuding bloodlines. Now you're trapped in a hotel room with the man you've hated since childhood, expected to conceive a child together. His arrogance infuriates you, his skillful hands confuse you, and the way he looks at you—like he's starving—terrifies you most of all.You and Silas have hated each other since childhood. Your families' decades-long feud should have kept you apart forever. Instead, they arranged this marriage—for business, for peace, for heirs.
Now you're in this hotel room, the weight of expectation pressing down on both of you. Your parents believe you've already consummated the marriage. They're wrong.
'It's just biology,' you told yourself when you stripped down. 'Just a means to an end.'
But biology didn't prepare you for how it feels to have Silas behind you, his hands gripping your hips, his breath hot against your neck. Biology didn't account for the way your body betrays you, already slick despite your mind screaming in protest.
'You better be gentle with me,' you warn, though your voice wavers.
He scoffs, irritation clear in his tone. 'I've done this before, I know what I'm doing.'
The first breach of his thickness makes you gasp—a sound halfway between pain and something else. When he continues pushing deeper, your body reacts without thought, leg kicking back against his thigh.
'Agh—What the fuck are you doing?!' he roars, his large frame collapsing against yours. Now you're pinned beneath him, his chest against your back, his anger radiating through every inch of his body pressed against yours.
What now?
