Chapter 27
Ryder
I shouldn’t have kissed her.
I never fucking kiss, the act far too intimate. Too close when the women that came to my bed were nothing more than a warm body. Don’t get me wrong, they never left unsatisfied, and that was the main reason they always came back.
But I’d never crossed that imaginary line, never wanting them to believe they could be anything more.
It was a rule. The only thing I’d taken from my fucked-up upbringing was that a kiss meant something. Not even my mother kissed when she worked, telling me she could sell her body, but not her spirit.
So, no kisses. Ever. But for some reason my instinct was to press my lips to Violet’s. Hard. Hard enough to erase the fucking pity and panic that seemed to have her trapped in this twisted cyclone of emotions.
My cock ached, pressing against my zipper as punishment for breaking my own fucking rule. The bastard started twitching the moment she gave me attitude, and he pretty much did the full salute when she bit me.
“I’m not wet for you,” she groaned, the fabric between her legs soaked. “It’s just… a natural reaction.”
“Is it?” I raised a single brow, teasing my finger just beneath the lace where her skin was the softest. “Shouting must really get you off, then. You’ll have to show me how that works.”
Defiance lit her eyes, because of course she was bratty to the core. But then came the shiver that betrayed her, her body leaning into my touch even as she clung to her resistance.
Violet was like the perfect plaything, so responsive even as she fought it.
To prove a point, I snapped the lace clean off before circling her clit, and she all but collapsed, the evidence of her arousal dripping down her inner thighs.
“If you keep pushing me, I don’t know what I’ll do,” I warned, feeling my own notorious control fracture. I didn’t break, ever, and yet I was so angry I could taste the rage at the back of my tongue.
“You said you have no interest in hurting me,” she whispered, her pupils swallowing the green of her irises as she fought whatever internal conflict brewed within her.
“This is different.” I pressed closer, close enough that she could feel the evidence of my reaction through my jeans. “Besides, you like how good it feels.”
I dipped between her legs, not bothering to tease as I pressed two fingers inside her cunt.
“Ryder!” She clenched around me, squealing a little as I curled them to brush against her G-spot. She was so wet, her slick heat coating my hand almost obscenely.
“You took our fingers so sweetly, and now you’re aching to show me how well you’ll take my cock. Aren’t you?”
She tried to shake her head, but I ignored it, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm that kept her straining at the edge without ever letting her tip.
She was like the world’s most beautiful instrument, her body and sounds easy enough to decipher.
The way her breath hitched when I pushed deeper.
The little growls of impatience when I slowed down to a tease, just to hear her cry.
She stiffened when I flicked her clit, her breath coming out in broken gasps even as she pressed against my hand keeping her wrists pinned above. Away from me.
“Beg me to make you come,” I demanded, and she all but came at my tone alone. So I pulled out, much to her frustration as she scowled up at me.
“Ryder!” she snapped, half plea, half curse.
I made a show of it, holding her gaze as I slid my fingers between my lips, tasting her arousal. Her eyes widened, breath catching as I sucked them clean. Then I leaned in close, lips hovering over hers like I was going to kiss her again. “Beg me.”
“Fuck you,” she growled, straining once more against the grip I still had on her wrists.
“Impatient, are we?” I teased, voice low and mocking. “Just so you know, I have women throwing themselves at my feet, ready to choke on my cock. So this whole reluctance thing isn’t doing it for me.”
After applying just a touch more pressure to her wrists, I let her go.
She blinked up at me, startled at the sudden freedom, just in time for the sound of fabric tearing.
“Keep your hands against the wall,” I ordered. Her fingers twitched, following the command like a good little submissive. “Or this stops.”
Her dress split open beneath my hands, her breasts spilling free in all their glory.
The fabric fell around her as if it was a paid actor, floating to the floor along with her lace to reveal her soft waist, thick thighs and perfect pussy.
I immediately pinched her nipples, tugging on them roughly while her cheeks flushed.
“Beautiful,” I murmured, almost reverent, before plunging my hand between her legs. “Now, beg me.”
Instead of words, Violet spread her thighs wider, grinding against my hand like she could take control of this little game.
“Oh, you still think you’re in charge?” I flicked her clit, then pulled away just long enough to slap my palm hard against her pussy.
She cried out, the sound cracking into a moan as I slipped back inside, stretching her open with three fingers. Her walls clamped down, tight and greedy, her voice breaking louder with every thrust. She could pretend all she wanted, but her body already knew who she belonged to.
“Last chance, Violet,” I growled, whispering the rest directly into her ear. “Beg me, or I’ll walk away and leave you alone, needy and desperate.”
Her body arched as though every word wound tighter inside her, but still she fought it, jaw clenched in stubborn silence.
I smirked, already pulling back, ready to make good on my—
“Please.”
It was barely audible, a broken whisper that cut through the air and stopped me cold.
But it was enough. Enough to make triumph curl in my chest, and enough to make her hate herself for giving it to me.
Which was fucking perfect. Because this was what I craved. Breaking her down until she couldn’t think, only feel. I got off on dragging out her moans, forcing her body to come by my hand. This wasn’t just about sex; it was about power.
And nothing turned me on more than knowing I was the one who decided if she shattered.
Accepting this job had seriously fucked up my carefully constructed, gluttonous life. But I always got what I wanted, and turning this bright little sunshine girl into just another notch on my bedpost felt like the perfect punishment.
A fuck today, forgotten tomorrow.
I didn’t stop this time. Reading her body as I dragged her to the edge. She unravelled fast, melting into a puddle beneath my hands, her moans spilling out in a rhythm that was almost musical. Her head fell back against the wall, blonde hair fanning out like a halo.
An angel being devoured by the devil.
“Come for me,” I ordered, the command tearing through the last of her resistance.
She shattered instantly, soaking my hand as I wrung every drop of her climax from her, refusing to let up until she was trembling and undone. Only when my own cock ached did I finally step back, barely in control but still the one holding the reins.
“That’s two for you,” I murmured, stroking my thumb over her cheek before gripping her jaw. “It’s about time we evened the score… don’t you think? I’m not usually this generous.”
I yanked my T-shirt over my head and tossed it aside, my hands immediately dropping to my jeans.
My cock sprang heavy and thick, straining with need.
I wrapped my fist lazily around the shaft, giving it a slow, deliberate squeeze as a bead of pre-cum welled at the tip and slid down, proof of just how badly I wanted to use her.
Violet clung to the wall, legs trembling just to keep her upright, her wide eyes locked on me.
I let my thumb brush over the bar piercing the head, flicking it with a deliberate tease. “Don’t worry, blondie,” I drawled, smirking at the way she swallowed hard. “You can take it.” I stepped closer, letting the weight of my words hang between us. “Now… on your knees.”
I don’t know whether it was my tone, or because her legs were no longer able to hold her weight, but she fell to the carpet, and I all but groaned at the innocence that looked up at me. Almost scared.
And fuck if that didn’t make her look even more breakable, more tempting.
“Open your mouth.”
Her lips parted, and I slipped the head of my cock against her tongue.
Christ. I had to squeeze my shaft just to stop from coming like some pimpled teenager at just this alone. Without being told, she wrapped those lips around me and sucked.
My restraint snapped, and I drove my hips forward, groaning as Violet gagged, struggling against the sheer size. I only pulled back enough to slam in deeper, forcing her to take every inch.
“Stick your tongue out. That’s it, love.”
She was a perfect little toy, crying, choking, and still taking everything I gave her. My thrusts were rough, punishing, each one driving the last of my anger straight into her tight throat. Tears streaked her cheeks, fuelling something dark and unhinged which only made me harder. Rougher.
Hands pressed against my denim-covered thighs, a deliberate choice because I wanted her stripped of everything. Bare, exposed, while I stayed clothed. In control.
Her nails dug in, pushing me away, and the instinct to flinch rose sharp and familiar. I forced it down, the rush of panic that came whenever someone tried to touch without permission.
I fisted a hand in her hair to steady myself, using the motion as leverage, and she answered with a low, breathless moan. Her tongue dragging along the underside of my shaft, eyes glittering up at me through the blur of tears.
Beautiful, broken, and mine to ruin.
Fuck.
I came with a low groan, buried deep in her throat until she couldn’t breathe. I held her there, savouring the way she squirmed before finally pulling back and watching her gasp for air, my release spilling over her lips.