He was a beast covered in vicious scars, she was the beauty he would do anything to have.

Silas always knew that he was a monster, and not just on the outside. People feared him, but he liked it that way. It gave him strength, power.

But that all changed when he walked into a deserted bar and saw her.

It was supposed to be easy; collect his money and go, but she made him want more. He struck a dangerous deal that would change their lives forever.

But all the beast could think about from the moment he saw her was: owning Olivia.



“Tell me if this isn’t what you want.” He removed my shirt lifting it above my head. I savored the sharp contrast between the cool air and the heat from Silas’ body pressed up against mine.
​“I don’t want you to stop,” I breathed, as I pulled him closer to me. That was all he needed. Suddenly, his kiss became hungry, even more urgent with need. He devoured me as if he hadn’t eaten in days and I was the only meal that could sate his voracious appetite. ​He kissed his way down my body stopping at my breasts. He took one nipple in his mouth and sucked, bringing them both to hard points while he pinched my other nipple between his fingers. There was a pain but the sensation was extraordinary and I felt wetness pool in my panties. My temperature rose from his touch, a combination of gentle and rough, pleasure mixed with pain, exactly as I needed and wanted it to be.
​Silas abandoned my nipples and undid my pants, pulling them down to expose my underwear, my plain, white schoolgirl underpants. I felt stupid for not having something sexier on, but I’d never had a use for lingerie before. He stopped, and a sly smile crept over his lips.
​“These are pretty fucking hot,” he said. I wasn’t sure if he was being serious until the bulge between his legs signaled just how serious he was. Silas leaned in and placed his nose on the white cloth and inhaled. I was self conscious about the wet stain there and tried to squirm away. Silas grabbed my hips and kept me immobile.
​“Where are you going, sweetheart? I’m not done with you, and I don’t think I ever will be.” Hearing SIlas’ voice gave me a sense of comfort and I stopped trying to move away. He slowly pulled my panties down, exposing my sex to his unbridled gaze. He put his hands behind my back supporting my weight.
​“Put your legs on my shoulders.” His tone was strong and authoritative. I moved my legs above his head unsure of how he was going to support my weight or what he was about to do. He nuzzled the inside of my thighs, his five o’clock shadow caused goosebumps to rise across my sensitive skin.
He teased my swollen flesh with his tongue, first delicately, rolling my clit in gentle circles, then alternating to penetrating me fully with his tongue, his mouth incompasing my sex. I rolled my hips, but his giant rough hands pinned me in place. My flesh heated to the point of stinging, while my whole universe whittled down to his mouth devouring my most tender flesh. The sensation ebbed and flowed but continued climbing until I was shamelessly thrusting myself into his sinful mouth. I’d never forget how gut-clenchingly sexy he looked. He pinched my nipples and an orgasmic wave rolled through me, numbing my mind to only his smile, his tongue, and the rhythm with which he thrust inside me.
I came on his face. My thighs squeezed together and felt the scratch of his stubble as the orgasm tore through me.
“Silas,” I said. I was breathless, had no words to fuel my voice.
“Let me hear you, baby,” he said. His voice was muffled, his head still dipped between my thighs.
“Let me see you,” I managed.
He raised his face enough so that I could see the crook in his eyebrow as he sucked my engorged clit into his mouth.
I screamed, and came so hard I thought we’d run Annie, or anyone for that matter, out of the house.



Mila Crawford is a book lover and has been around them one way or another her whole life. She is a fan of happily ever afters, sassy heroines, over the top alphas, and most of all safe reads.