CHAPTER 91: WE ARE OVER

"Shit, like that..." he groaned, gripping her waist tight, head thrown back as a wicked grin carved across his lips.

"You naughty boy," she teased, smacking his chest before giving him a mischievous wink. Slowly, she shifted on him, grinding in a way that made his brows furrow in confusion.

Catching his confusion, she smirked. "Oh, we are not done, honey. I have a new idea." In one swift move, she turned, her back pressing against his chest. The realization hit him and his grip softened, his palms gliding down to her hips.

"Don’t you think I will get you pregnant like this?" He teased darkly, tracing lazy circles on her stomach while his hard length rubbed against her slick entrance, making her shiver.

"Just put it in," she demanded greedily, lifting herself just enough to let him slide inside her.

"Ah! You beast!!" She cried, voice breaking into a moan as he filled her, the sharp ache spreading through her core. Her mind spun. Why hadn’t she thought of this before? This angle...it was even better than straddling him face-to-face.

"I am moving," he growled in her ear, warning her only seconds before he slammed upward, their bodies crashing together with loud, obscene sounds.

His hands clamped down on her waist, anchoring her as his pace grew faster, rougher, more ravenous. The car filled with their moans, the creak of leather, the heat of skin against skin.

"You fucking macho!! Ahh!! Don’t you dare stop!!" Zara screamed, her head falling forward as waves of pleasure rolled through her. Silas pressed his lips to her back, his hot breath skimming her skin, sending goosebumps racing across her body. Her hands clawed backward into his hair, yanking it tight as he thrust harder, his groans vibrating against her spine.

A triumphant smile curved his lips. She was losing herself, and she was completely his. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted more of her. He wanted every inch. His hand slid upward, cupping her breast, kneading it before wandering to her buttons.

Just as his fingers worked against her shirt, Zara jolted, shoving his hand away. Her entire body tensed, fury twisting her face.

"What the hell are you doing?!" She snapped, her voice sharp, raw with anger. She scrambled off him, fixing her clothes as she dropped into the seat beside him.

"The same thing you always stop me from doing!" Silas shot back, his chest heaving. "Why can’t I touch you elsewhere? Why does it always have to be just sex, like you are some prostitute I paid for and nothing else?" His words burned, rough with frustration, but his eyes searched her, genuinely desperate to understand.

Her glare hardened. "That’s none of your damn business. If it bothers you that much, then you can be the prostitute while I pay you. How’s that?!" Her chest rose and fell violently, and for the first time, Silas noticed it wasn’t just anger, it was something deeper. Something broken.

And it only made him want to dig into her secrets even more.

His jaw tightened, his expression hard as stone. "I do not want to be your prostitute..."

"Fine, then we are over." Zara cut him off sharply, her gaze snapping away, refusing to let him finish.

The words stung, but he pushed past them, voice low and steady. "Neither do I want you to be my prostitute. What I want is real. I want to mean something to you... and for you to mean something to me. Why won’t you let that happen?" His face was taut, fighting for her, even as his chest burned.

She let out a scoff, whipping her head back toward him. His breath caught when he saw her red, glassy eyes, pain buried beneath anger. His stomach dropped with regret. He had pushed too far, and he knew it.

"And then what?" She snapped, her voice cracking like glass. "We play pretend? Date for a while until you get bored and decide we are ’not compatible’? Or better yet, maybe I smile, cook, clean, impress your family, only to watch you toss me aside the moment the real ’love of your life’ shows up. Is that the dream?" Her words dripped venom, her glare cutting through him.

Silas’s heart twisted. He could barely breathe. She thought that little of him? Or worse, she had lived that before? What kind of men had destroyed her faith so completely?

"Zara..." he leaned closer, voice trembling but firm, "I know you have been through hell, but how can I prove I am different if you won’t even let me try? I don’t know what they did to you, but I swear to God, I could never..."

Her expression shifted. The disgust faded, but not into softness. Instead, she gave him a look that was sharp, mocking.

And then she laughed.

Not a sweet laugh. Not even bitter. A laugh that sliced right through him, hollow and cold.

"If I had a penny for every man who said those exact words..." she shook her head, her laughter echoing like cruelty in the small car. "I would be a millionaire by now. Those are the same pretty promises they all made at the start. But men change. Always. The first one who promised me forever?" Her laughter stopped, her face turning to ice. "I was the one left holding the pieces of that promise."

Silas’s hands clenched against the steering wheel. His chest ached with anger, grief, desperation all at once. "Not everyone is the same, Zara. You know deep down you want this too."

Her eyes narrowed, cold enough to freeze him in place. "Maybe you should stop assuming you know what I want. I don’t. Not with you. Let’s end this situationship right here. I am bored." She lifted her chin, almost daring him to break. "Now... hand me your shirt."

His brows furrowed, disbelief clouding his face. "You want to end us... just like that? After everything? You came into my life, tore down my walls, and now you are walking away like none of it meant a damn thing?" His voice cracked with betrayal.

Zara didn’t flinch. "It’s not a breakup if we were never a thing. Don’t get dramatic. Your family’s got marriage arrangements lined up for you anyway. Go beg them to find you a wife."

He swallowed the lump in his throat, anger and heartbreak choking him as he peeled off his shirt and shoved it at her. "Here."

She took it without hesitation, stripping off her own top and sliding his shirt over her body. His scent would cling to her, and it burned him that she wore it like armor while hiding her own scars.

He stared at her in silence, his chest rising and falling heavily. Every part of him screamed to fight harder, but her walls were unbreakable tonight. With a deep, broken sigh, he turned back, started the engine, and gripped the wheel.

He should have known better. Known that hoping for a future with Zara was foolish. Known that trying to save someone who refused to be touched was a battle he couldn’t win.

Glancing at her one last time, he felt the sting of finality, the bitter taste of a love cut short. Then, without another word, he drove off, leaving both of them swallowed by the silence.