CHAPTER 90: HARDER

Back at the restaurant, Violet sat waiting for Silas and Zara, her impatience growing as the minutes passed without sight of them.

"Miss Violet, I will take you home," a voice said. She lifted her head, only for disappointment to cloud her face when she saw it was Kay.

"Is Mr. Roman not coming back?" She asked, though she already knew the answer. It was now obvious what kind of relationship Roman had with Patricia. She should have been sure before trying to pursue him, but anyone with eyes could tell there was something between them. She was just a fool.

"No," Kay replied simply.

Violet exhaled sharply, picked up her bag, and rose from her seat. "Never mind. I will find my own way. Tell Mr. Roman not to look for me again. I have told him all I know already." Without waiting for a response, she walked out, leaving Kay momentarily frozen. She had been the easiest link they could use, and watching her leave like this didn’t feel right. Still, with the current tension between Roman and Miss Patricia, maybe this was for the best, at least until they sorted things out.

"Oh, look who’s here. Finally decided to eat?" Zara’s voice rang out behind him. Kay turned, his gaze landing on the incoming duo. Anyone could tell, even from afar, that the two had overexerted themselves. They weren’t even trying to hide it with their disheveled appearance.

"What about Roman?" Silas asked.

"He left with Miss Patricia a while ago. I will take my leave now," Kay replied, drawing a frown from Zara.

"She left willingly with him? Or did he force her?" Zara blocked his path, suspicion flaring in her eyes. Patricia might be naive, but she wasn’t foolish enough to forgive a man who had cheated on her.

"Miss Zara, you misunderstand Mr. Roman. What Miss Patricia saw at the birthday party today wasn’t what really happened. Mr. Roman would never cheat on her," Kay explained, his words earning a sharp, stunned look from Zara.

"He cheated on her?!" She repeated, shocked. That explained Patricia’s anger earlier. She must have seen something that fueled it.

"Then who was that cunning woman beside him today?" She pressed, clearly not convinced.

"That was one of Paul’s exes, the man my sister is supposed to marry. Roman is trying to gather evidence to stop the marriage, but it forces him to deal with many unpleasant women. Unfortunately, Paul indulges in women’s company only so it’s difficult to find a male witness," Silas cut in, taking over from Kay. Zara’s expression softened as realization dawned. Silas had only given her a vague explanation before, and she hadn’t connected the dots until now.

Clicking her tongue, she muttered, "Then why didn’t he just tell her? Patricia would have understood if he had. Or does he enjoy being misunderstood?"

"That’s exactly what he’s about to fix," Kay answered before excusing himself.

"I guess I overreacted," Zara muttered, guilt tugging at her chest as she remembered how she had stirred Patricia’s thoughts toward divorce again. Her lips tightened into a grim line.

"They will be fine," Silas assured her, then added, "I will take you home. Let’s go." His tone urged her along.

On the ride back, Zara couldn’t keep her hands to herself. Her fingers wandered deliberately to the wrong places, making Silas shift in his seat, his focus slipping.

"How about car sex for our new to-do list?" She teased with a wink, her palm pressing against his chest before sliding lower, slower, until it lingered at his waist, just long enough to steal his breath.

"Can’t it wait until we get back to my room?" He asked, his gaze pleading as it met hers.

"That would be boring," she shot back, her hand trailing down again, this time boldly wrapping around his growing hardness.

"Shit..." he hissed, unable to endure her torment. Slamming on the brakes, he pulled over onto a quiet street, rolled the windows up, and flicked on the AC. The late hour worked in their favor, there were no curious eyes around.

Just as he reached for her, Zara pressed him back against the seat. "Nah, let me do the honors tonight." Her voice was husky, commanding.

In one swift move, she slipped out of her pants, leaving her completely naked from her waist down. Silas’s eyes darkened in shock. He remembered her having panties when they had a quickie in the toilet, so how was it missing now?

"Oh, I tossed them away," she smirked, catching his stare. "Panties are overrated."

"What if someone sees..." he began, but she silenced him with a wicked smile as she straddled him.

"Then today’s their lucky day." She said but it didn’t sit right with him. The thought of other men picking up her panties, it is a torturous feeling. God knows what type of man would see it, hopefully it is not a pervert.

Her fingers slid down, unzipping him with practiced ease. His length sprang free, thick and hard, demanding her. Positioning herself, she sank down slowly, a shuddering moan escaping as he filled her completely.

"Fuck..." she breathed, her body trembling with the overwhelming stretch. She could feel him in every inch of her, pressing into places no one else ever reached. Slowly, she began moving up and down.

"Oh God!" Silas groaned, gripping her waist as instinct took over, helping her grind faster.

Zara threw her head back, eyes shut, riding him with abandon. Heat scorched through her veins, her core tightening as the friction grew. She had thought their quick encounter in the restroom earlier would have been enough but being alone with him again had reignited her hunger, wetness pooling before she could stop herself.

"Harder!" She moaned, the demand shaking from her lips.

That broke something in Silas. He slammed his hips up, driving into her with a fierce rhythm, her cries echoing in the enclosed car. He loved seeing her unravel, loved knowing he could give her pleasure no one else could. But deeper than the lust, a different ache pulled at him.

Zara thought of him as nothing more than a bed partner, yet Silas wanted more. He wanted to be the one who made her laugh, the one she trusted with the parts of herself she kept locked away. Tonight, he wasn’t just taking her body, he was fighting for her heart, even if she didn’t realize it yet.