Chapter 18
Ryder
Of course it was the pink one.
Look at her, she was a walking beacon of pastels and girly colours. Naturally she’d pick the pink drink, the one laced with just enough not-so-legal chemicals to stir up a cocktail of hypersexuality.
In plain terms, she was horny.
Caught somewhere between euphoric bliss and drug-fuelled heat.
Her fingers danced over my arm, her little moans going straight to my cock. Needing to get her out of here before she gave everyone a show, I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder.
“Ryder!” she squealed, her dress coming up to reveal her bare arse.
If I were a gentleman, I would block everyone from looking, but I wasn’t. Instead, I squeezed her tighter against my shoulder to stop her from wriggling.
“You’re high,” I explained, taking the stairs up to the station above.
The moment we stepped back into the underground, I set her down, unsteady on her feet but upright. No way I could carry her through one of the busiest stations in London without drawing stares… and probably an arrest.
“Something’s wrong,” she said, her hands rubbing against her breasts in a provocative way. “My skin feels hot.”
She began to lift the hem of her dress again, revealing creamy thighs and lilac lace.
Christ.
“I’d stop that unless you want to be arrested for indecent exposure.” I grabbed her hand, nodding to the man who stared open-mouthed by the tiled wall. “Evening, mate.”
“Why does it ache?” Violet whispered, and I quickly tugged her towards the exit rather than the trains. I couldn’t take her on public transport without risking her dry humping some poor commuter.
The late-night air was cool, the wind and rain whipping around us like a mini hurricane. Within seconds we were drenched, raindrops sliding down Violet’s skin until it glowed, pale and pearlescent beneath the streetlights.
It was lucky we hadn’t brought my bike, because I had no idea how I’d concentrate riding with her rubbing herself against my back. But that also meant we needed a way back to my flat, one that didn’t involve other people.
Which meant I needed to steal a car.
“Can you stay here?” I asked her, her breath coming in little pants as she flung her head back towards the sky. Her hair darkened to gold when wet, her hips moving to a song that only she heard. “Violet?”
She wasn’t listening to me, her hands exploring her own body like she was the star act in a strip club. A quick glance around told me we were alone, the rain having driven everyone else for cover. Fingers brushed down my arm, and I immediately caught the hand.
“Did I say you could touch me?” Reaching for her throat, I pressed forward until her back hit the brick wall, her eyes snapping up to meet mine.
“Please,” she whimpered, the ledge overhead protecting us from the downpour.
I immediately relaxed my grip, my thumb reaching up to press hard against her bottom lip. “Please what?”
“I don’t…” She let out a strange sound, pushing her body against mine. “I need… I… Kiss me,” she breathed, her tongue flicking against my thumb.
Fucking hell. “I don’t kiss.”
“Then touch me.”
I let out a groan, my cock so hard it hurt against my zipper. “You don’t mean that.”
“Please,” she begged once more. “I need it to stop.”
I cursed low beneath my breath, finding she was trying to relieve the pressure between her thighs before I tightened my grip a little on her throat. “Enough.”
“I need… I need…”
“I know what you need.” With my free hand I guided her fingers beneath her dress, using them to touch herself above the lace. “Tell me how it feels,” I demanded.
“It aches.”
I swallowed a groan, moving her fingers as if they were my own. “Slip them beneath the fabric.”
The command hung heavy in the air, sparking between us like static. She swallowed hard, her throat shifting with the effort of resistance, but the tremor that followed gave her away.
The fight was there in her eyes, but so was the hunger trembling just beneath the surface. So clearly, she was into giving up control and taking orders. She was just a brat, her body shivering at my tone despite the rebelliousness.
Removing my fingers from hers, I slapped her pussy. She gasped, lips parting even as my thumb was insistent on her bottom lip, pressing it hard against her teeth.
“Don’t make me ask again, Violet,” I said. “Slip your fingers beneath the lace.”
Her defiance faltered, eyes dancing with arousal and a spark of anger despite the drugs. But she finally followed the order, and I knew when she brushed against her clit, her breath exhaling against my skin.
“Good girl. Touch yourself for me.”
She tried to nod, but my grip on her neck and jaw kept her against the wall.
“Seems we’ve discovered a little kink of yours,” I growled, even as she whimpered. “I wonder what else gets you all hot and bothered?”
I felt every moan and groan vibrating against my palm, and each one made my cock twitch. Begging to join in.
Violet was a fucking goddess, touching herself out in the open while covered in the rain. Golden strands of hair plastered to the side of her flushed face, some sticking to her breasts and arms as she rubbed in slow circles.
Except, I wasn’t in the mood to tease, not when my cock ached to the point of pain with no release in sight.
“Please,” she whimpered.
Christ. I’m a fucking saint for this.
“What about exhibitionism? You don’t seem to care that we’re out in the open, where anyone can see you act like a whore.”
Slight doubt darkened her expression, attention darting to the side with panic, so I switched tactics.
“Hmm, you don’t like to be put on a show, noted.” I tightened my fingers a little around her throat, forcing her eyes back to me. “Choking, I’m going to take as a yes. What about being tied up?”
Violet whimpered, and I groaned.
“See? You’re a girl after my own heart.”
Pressing my fingers against hers harder, I guided her into rougher stokes. Her exhale was sharp, her body tightening as if preparing to come. But she wasn’t allowed, not yet. Not until I decided.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I muttered, leaning forward until my size blocked her from sight. “Can you feel how wet you are?”
“Yes,” she whispered, closing her eyes.
I immediately forced her hand to stop, leaving her on the edge of orgasm without the pressure to explode. “Eyes on me,” I growled, pushing my thumb inside her mouth until I pressed down on her tongue. “You keep your eyes on me as you come, do you understand?”
Violet’s nostrils flared, that earlier anger rushing back. But she didn’t bite me like I expected, instead moving her tongue against my thumb in a provocative way until I pressed harder.
“Do you want me to help you come?” I murmured, savouring the wild pulse beating against my palm.
Violet couldn’t answer, not with my hand firm around her throat and my thumb pressed between her lips, but her eyes said everything. Fury and desire tangled there, loathing me as much as she craved what I offered.
I finally removed my thumb. “Then beg me.”
She hissed, actually hissed, like some feral cat cornered and ready to strike. I simply tutted, slow and deliberate, letting the sound cut through the tension.
“Careful,” I murmured, tightening my grip just enough to remind her that her little display meant nothing against the strength holding her still. “I guess you can stay like—”
“Please!”
I paused, savouring the slow bloom of colour across her cheeks, the way it spilled over those freckles like fire under her skin.
“Oh blondie, you’re really going to hate yourself in the morning.”
This time I guided her fingers lower, no longer teasing as I found her entrance and forced her to take everything, her fingers and mine entwined. She squealed, her cunt tight as her eyes all but rolled into the back of her head. I pressed down, using her own palm to add pressure to her clit.
Her cunt clenched, so I used my fingers to press hers deeper, angling them inside to brush the spot I’d knew would have her legs shaking. Violet moaned, the sound caught in her throat beneath my hand, vibrating against my palm.
I forced her pace, faster, harder, until she was all but fucking herself on my command, her body obeying even when her pride still fought to resist.
“What a good girl, taking all these fingers,” I whispered against her, my breath feathering over her parted lips. “So tight, you’ll strangle my cock.”
Violet’s pulse thumped violently, her eyes never leaving mine as I picked up speed.
“Do you think I should let you come?”
Her eyes narrowed, as if it was the only defiance she had left. Her free hand reached for the arm around her throat, nails digging in. I waited for the familiar rush of panic, the instinct to pull back, to shove her away and leave her trembling without release. But it never came.
Instead, I realised I liked it. The dark satisfaction that came with watching her unravel beneath me. Clearly my fucked-up mind didn’t see her as a threat, at least in this moment.
Interesting.
Not wanting to overthink this, I pressed against her clit. “Come for me.”
She shattered around our hands, thighs clenching as if to keep our joined fingers deep inside. I didn’t stop moving, wanting to draw this out for as long as I could. It was only when she started to push me away that I stepped back.
Violet gasped, her breath breaking into shallow pants as she stared at our tangled hands. At the wet, glistening evidence of her release smeared across our fingers. Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I lifted them to my mouth and drew her first finger past my lips, sucking slow and deliberate.
She froze, wide-eyed, every nerve in her body lit from the drugs still flooding her system. Her legs shook, and her face was flushed, but she didn’t look away. Not even when I let her slick finger slip free, only to claim the next.
One by one, I cleaned us both, and I didn’t stop until all evidence of her orgasm was gone and her fucking taste was on my tongue.