Despite all of Rachel’s desperate efforts to stay silent, the shuddering, pleasure-laced moans she sobbed out delivered themselves straight into the ear of the police officer on the line.
A brief, heavy silence fell over the receiver.
—What was that?
“Understood. 3:00 PM at the 19th Precinct. I’ll be there.”
Click. Silas severed the connection without a moment’s hesitation, not even bothering to acknowledge the officer’s faint, probing voice on the other end.
Instead, he dialed another number. While the phone began to ring, he looked down at Rachel, letting out a low, dark chuckle.
“This is a problem, honey. I really don’t like other people hearing your voice.”
His tone sounded anything but troubled as he leaned his full weight over her, keeping her mouth firmly smothered under his palm.
Pinned down beneath his chest, her core quivered even more violently. It was as though Silas instinctively remembered every position that drove her out of her mind.
Even as the outgoing call chimed in his ear, his hips never ceased their relentless rhythm—driving deeper and deeper. Rachel’s eyes were completely unfocused, yet her body helplessly clamped around his shaft, swallowing him whole with every thrust.
As Rachel writhed in helpless ecstasy beneath him, the call finally connected.
—Hello?
“New York Police Department, 19th Precinct Homicide Squad. Today at 3:00 PM.”
—What’s this about all of a sudden?
“A murder investigation. Look into an officer named Noah Cruz. And check the homicide that happened in Central Park.”
It was the first time Rachel had ever witnessed Silas holding a businesslike conversation with someone, but her mind was far too fragmented to dwell on it.
Silas had put the phone on speaker, and his thrusts turned long, heavy, and punishing—far more forceful than when he was wedging the phone against his shoulder.
To make matters worse, Rachel could no longer contain the overwhelming wave of bliss that had been building at her core.
“Nhngh… Hah, aaah…!”
Silas’s broad hand couldn't muffle all of her desperate sounds. With the speaker so close, her muffled whimpers naturally leaked right into the call.
The wet, dull impact of his thighs slamming against her body provided an unmistakable backdrop.
—Right. But… are you with someone right now?
Silas caught a brief, ragged breath. Her tight, overstimulated walls were squeezing his length so fiercely it felt as though she might wring the life out of him, sending a tremor through his breathing.
“My wife.”
His thick shaft plowed through her drenched depths, stretching her inner walls to their absolute limit. As he forced his way past her tight, contracting muscles, he slid home effortlessly, riding the slick fluid she poured out. The very body that seemed to resist his entry yielded completely to the intruder, offering him intoxicating pleasure.
And whenever he pulled his hips back to withdraw, her depths clung to his length, as if begging him never to leave.
Silas was rapidly losing his mind to the sensation. His unraveled wife was still entirely under his control. What's more, the sheer risk of the situation excited her so profoundly that she reached climax far more frequently than during their usual encounters.
He, who craved total control, and his wife, who derived dark ecstasy from being controlled.
They were a match made in hell.
A low, muffled gasp slipped from Silas’s throat. No matter how hard he tried to maintain his usual detachment, the wave of heat surging from his hips made his voice waver.
—Your wife?
The voice on the line sounded utterly bewildered. At the same exact moment, Rachel’s entire frame trembled violently. A choked gasp tore from her throat as if her air had been cut off with every brutal drive.
“Yeah. Turns out I have a wife.”
Silas chuckled softly. But as his wife’s moans grew impossibly louder, he could no longer keep the speaker on. He tucked the phone back between his ear and shoulder.
Even if this was the man he had grown close to and relied upon since losing his memory, he had no intention of sharing the sound of his wife's pleasure with him. That was the sole reason he had never picked up the phone while taking her before.
He wouldn't have made the call during their intimate hours this time either, were it not for the nuisance of being summoned for a murder investigation.
—…Who?
“You know who.”
—Wait, are you talking about… Eileen Bennett?
“Yeah. Don’t bother me anymore. See you at three.”
Silas, who had been laughing softly into the phone, ended the call without waiting for a reply. He powered the device off completely and tossed it casually off the mattress.
Slowly, he turned his gaze back down—ready to give his undivided attention to his wife once more.
Rachel. Eileen. Who are you really?
“Honey, have you been waiting long?”
Silas finally lifted his hand from Rachel’s mouth. Then, with his length still buried deep within her, he lifted her bodily off the bed. The moment her torso was raised, her body yielded, allowing his shaft to plunge even deeper into her core.
Overwhelmed by the sensation, Rachel—who had been squirming helplessly against him—burst into a ragged sob.
“Hahuh, ah, s-so good, ah…!”
“Yeah. You were a good girl, so I’m going to reward you.”
Silas scooped up her thighs, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to him. The man let out a dark, low laugh before driving upward from below with punishing force.
“Hahngh…! Haa… haa…!”
Each time his thick length slammed home, her sensitive, multi-orgasmic body shuddered violently, and the blinding intensity of the pleasure whited out her vision entirely.
With every breath she took, broken sobs spilled from her lips, her arms tightly locked around his shoulders.
“N-no…! Ngh, too—too deep…!”
“You love it.”
Rachel felt as though her sanity was shattering into pieces; taking him while lifted upright allowed his shaft to reach far deeper than when she was lying flat. But Silas instantly shut down her denial.
“You love the feeling of being forced by me. You love being completely trapped, unable to move a single limb.”
As Silas whispered each word into her ear, flashes of their past encounters surged unbidden through Rachel’s mind—the memory of how intensely she had responded to him, how she had gasped in helpless ecstasy while clinging to his chest, crying out that it felt too good to bear.