A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas) novel Chapter 181

Chapter 181

“He’s lying!” Silas yelled, pacing around the room.

Ivy sat on the bed, watching him silently. When Thomas had left, Silas had gotten angry again, and it had taken a lot to bring him to the room.

“I can’t believe he actually never talked about those men,” Silas said, pausing by the window. “He just jumped straight to discussing Rosie.”

Ivy crossed her legs, deciding to let him vent. She hadn’t been able to say much when Thomas had been around, the air had been too tight, and now she was tired of it still lingering.

“I’m so pissed at him,” Silas muttered, pacing again.

She knew he was going to keep hurting himself with the back–and–forth if he continued like this, so she went to him.

“He’s coming for dinner tomorrow,” she said softly. “You can always ask him about the men.”

Silas turned to her, his hazel eyes flashing with frustration. “Yeah… I guess.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, watching as his anger softened. “You need to take it easy. Rosie is already getting to us.”

Her statement terrified even herself, and Silas seemed to notice. He leaned forward and kissed her.

Her worry melted as his tongue explored her mouth. In that moment, everything else faded, not Rosie, not the lurking danger.

She just wanted to forget everything. And with the way Silas was kissing her, she knew he wanted the same.

She surrendered as his hands slipped into her clothes, searching for her breasts.

When he found them, he cupped them gently, making her knees buckle.

“I love you,” he whispered, his hand moving to her other nipple.

She moaned, unable to respond.

He lifted her by her butt and laid her gently on the bed. A shiver ran through her as he kissed her neck.

“Silas…” she purred.

His kisses trailed down her chest, each one drawing another soft moan.

He undressed her, leaving her naked on the bed, then removed his clothes and returned to her. By the time his lips reached her stomach, she was already dripping with desire.

“This marriage might have started as a contract,” he said softly, “but I love you deeply.”

Her heart fluttered at the sincerity in his voice. “I know,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

He paused, looking at her. There was so much tenderness in his eyes that it almost brought her to tears.

“What Aria said… I… you-”

Ivy reached up and kissed him, silencing him. “It doesn’t matter. Contract or not, I’m your wife, and I love it here.”

He cupped her face and deepened the kiss. “I love you here.”

She pulled him closer, locked him with her legs, and kissed him hungrily. Then she flipped him to his back.

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Chapter 181

“Woah, so strong,” Silas laughed.

She chuckled. “Don’t underestimate the power of a woman who wants her husband.”

His eyes darkened with desire and he squeezed her breasts, thumbing each nipple. “How badly does she want him?” he asked, his voice low and teasing

Ivy shivered as she kissed him again. “So bad.”

Without another word, she lowered herself onto him. He groaned, his hands dropping to hold her thighs as his head fell back.

His moans encouraged her, and she began to move slowly, grinding herself against his shaft, growing wetter with each thrust.

“Ivy,” he groaned, his legs trembling.

She moved faster, giving into the emotions. The more she rode him, the wetter she got, the wetter she got, the more her worry disappeared.

“I want to fuck you,” Silas said, his voice hoarse and helpless.

She gave him one last deep stroke before letting him take over. Silas flipped her on all fours and entered her from behind.

“Silas!” she gasped, her voice hot and needy. He filled her just right, hitting every spot with excellent precision. Quickly, the pressure built.

“Baby… I…”

“Me too,” he groaned.

He pounded into her–deeper, faster, harder–until the wave of their passion brought them to a breathless climax.

They collapsed together and stayed in each other’s arms until morning.

The next day, Ivy groaned and turned before opening her eyes.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Silas said, kissing her forehead.

She smiled sleepily as she stretched.

“I’m heading out.”

“What time is it?”

“Ten,” he replied.

“Oh shoot!” she said, sitting upright. “Aaliyah’s shoot is today.”

Then she really looked at him. He was dressed in a green tailored suit, looking sharp as ever.

“Baby,” she whispered, standing up.

The largest bouquet of flowers she had ever seen stood beside the bed, along with boxes of shoes, bags, and jewelry. One particular jewelry caught her eyes, it was a blue sapphire necklace, with her full name carved on it; Ivy Stone.

And she remembered,

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“I’m Beatrice Ave. I was sent by Kim Walker to patronize your studio,” she said. “Me and my friends. But I wanted to make enquiries first.”

“You have to leave,” she said firmly.