Chapter 42
Chapter
Forty-Two
ALLIE
I cursed myself for allowing any other fumbling man to even breathe in my direction when this was what true passion felt like.
A gorgeous man above me, rock hard– very hard–body pressed against me, completely in control.
Unhurried.
No jittery, unsure touches.
No fumbling around in the dark.
Ryker savored each moment, each of my breaths and eyelid flutters like he’d spent his entire life waiting to witness them.
That was the difference.
Waden’s stare used to take, hungrily racking over me for his own lust.
Ryker’s gaze gave, watching me like I was a miracle from the gods. Like he couldn’t look away, too mesmerized.
Nobody had looked at me like that. Not when I embraced them, saved them, or bled for them.
It was strange, the way his eyes roamed over my body, almost like a caress. As if he was deciding which part of me needed attention the most.
It calmed me down, how he took his time with me.
I’d only ever had sex with one other guy. I hadn’t exactly liked it.
Fumbling around in the dark with Waden had been…disappointing. Honestly, he’d wasted my time and all the wicked ideas this mind of mine could conjure, because he sure as shit wasn’t able to.
So, I worried.
What if Waden hadn’t been the problem? After all, he’d had no problem fucking that blonde like he actually knew what he was doing, while he’d refused to even entertain the idea of taking me from behind when I’d brought it up.
But Waden had never made me burn like Ryker did–and he’d only set me ablaze by kissing me.
“You’re gorgeous,” Ryker whispered against my neck as he gently nipped at it.
He caught my earlobe between his teeth, sucking and nibbling until I began to writhe underneath him.
“Tell me,” he went on, voice sinful and promising. “Do you like it?”
I nodded, the words caught in my throat along with the moans I tried to swallow.
He tsked and bit down harder on my earlobe. “I want to hear you.”
“Yes.” I gasped. “I like everything you do to me.”
“What else do you like?”
“I–” I still couldn’t bring myself to utter all the wickedness I buried inside of me for years. First Daughters couldn’t risk indulging in depravity. They had to be stoic beacons, keeping their passions hidden. “I have many ideas.”
Ones I’d never dared whisper. But, gods, he made me want to try them all. Imagining was no longer enough,
What I actually wanted to say is that I needed him to turn me around, tie my wrists so he could have his hands free to tug on my hair, and fuck me until I cried out binding desire.
“Hmm. I’d love to hear these ideas. I bet they’re amazing.” He groaned. “Or do you want me to start?”
“Yes, please.”
“Gods, I’m going to love hearing you beg. I think you’ll want to try all of my wicked ideas. Again and again and again–”
My hips flexed against his, trying to relieve the growing tension. “Tell me. Please .”
His hold on my wrists tightened. I wanted to purr at the pressure.
“I’ve dreamt of you in my bed.” He licked one long column up my neck, setting my skin on fire.
He hadn’t even undressed me and I was already aching for him.
“Pulling your hair, as I drove into you so fast, you'd have to hold onto the bedpost for dear life.
And all you'd be able to do was keep begging me not to stop.”
A wave of raw lust raced through my veins. Fuck, yes .
Ryker let go of my wrist and trailed his palm up my thigh, lifting my slip achingly slow as his eyes never left mine. He was such a tease.
“Your turn,” he murmured as his palm slid up my waist, heading straight for my ribs.
He wanted me to speak? With words and sentences that made sense?
“Come on, Huntress. Open that mouth of yours and tell me.” He fisted the silk in his palm right underneath my breasts.
My chest rose silently encouraging him to undress me whole.
But he halted any and all movement, a fiendish smirk playing on his lips.
“Or I’ll stop and we’ll continue when you’re in a more talkative mood. ”
I narrowed my eyes up at him.
So it was like that, was it?
He wanted payment and the cost was my honesty.
“You’re despicable,” I hissed. Once the building pressure inside of me eased, I was going to make him pay for teasing me like this.
That only made his grin grow. “You like it.”
I fucking loved it. “Very well.”
Two could play this game.
I licked my lips slowly, making sure his eyes snapped to my mouth.
“Back when we negotiated the contract,” I murmured, arching my back.
Ryker groaned appreciatively, mouth latching onto my neck and doing wicked, wicked things with his tongue that melted my inhibitions away. “Yes?”
Come on, Vegheara.
If you can think it, you can say it.
“I imagined we’d get so riled up that you’d shove each one of those precious papers to the ground and take me right there on the table.”
Ryker groaned, the sound melting with the silk ripping in his fist as he tore the slip, exposing my body.
He wasted no time tasting my breasts, tongue circling my nipples as I arched my back shamelessly. My hips rose once more, trying to silently communicate what I was struggling to say.
I wanted him to fuck me as hard as I knew he could.
But Ryker gripped my hips and pressed me back down into the mattress.
I’d never imagined giving up control could feel this liberating.
My arms, always poised to strike or defend, relaxed against the mattress. My fingers twisted into the sheets, not straining for a weapon. My legs coiled around his hips, drawing him closer, not kicking him away.
No tension, no hesitation, only surrender, born out of lust and trust.
Ryker felt capable to be in control. So I could just…be. And indulge and enjoy.
It was a new, welcome feeling.
“Such a dirty mind,” he purred against my clavicle. “And that mouth of yours....”
Then he rose again.
His gaze had changed.
It had turned predatory.
Wanting.
Craving.
“Knew you were a brat. You know what happens to brats?” His mouth trailed lower, peppering kisses over my ribs, tongue diving into my bellybutton. “They get bent over and punished for what they’ve done.”
Gods-fucking-dammit, he was going to make me come with his voice alone.
The pressure between my thighs turned unbearable. But what I really wanted between my legs was him. Any part of him.
“P-punished how?” I managed to ask.
“Your ass in the air, my hand on it. Again and again and again. I’d make you count each strike, too.”
I inhaled sharply.
I might have actually burned alive from the growing blaze inside of me. He’d barely touched me and I was already wet and aching.
I wanted him.
Loudly.
Without restraint.
“Would you like that?” he asked, kisses slowing.
It might have been my imagination, but he sounded hesitant. As if afraid he’d revealed too much, too soon. Or something she didn’t want.
Would I have liked that?
After a lifetime of being the perfect First Daughter, the perfect Huntress, the perfect Clan heir?
Always in control, never allowed to make a mistake, or follow my true desires?
“Fuck yes,” I moaned.
The words tasted like freedom.
Ryker moved faster than my gaze could track him, catching my lips in a searing kiss. All I could do was try and keep up with him as my lust clouded all of my thoughts.
Ryker ripped himself away breathing as heavily as I did. “Good. I think you’re going to like the next part, too.”
Before I could ask what he had planned for me, Ryker gave me another wicked grin and crawled down my body.
“Gods,” I breathed out, watching him grip my knees.
“Allie, darling, not even Xamor himself can help you now.”