Chapter Fourteen
Rygaard
I watch her walk away the second the bottle lands on me. It’s my turn to pick one of these needy girls to take into the closet for a little fun, but there’s no way I’d pick anyone if it wasn’t going to be her.
She doesn’t stick around long enough to see me respectfully decline their offers.
“It’s your life if you want to commit social suicide, Ry,” Donovan mutters, having the audacity to say anything when he had his hands all over my girl.
“Better social suicide than murder,” I shoot back, watching his face shift. “Fucking touch her again, and I’ll end you.”
I walk off, not giving a damn what people think. As long as he knows exactly what I mean, that’s all that matters. His silence speaks louder than words.
Next on my list: find my girl.
Passing the drink station, Ryleigh nods in my direction. I take the cue and walk over. “What’s up?” I ask.
“Looking for Presley?” she teases.
“Maybe. You seen her?”
“Sure did. About fifteen minutes ago. Fixed something to boost her confidence.”
My gut twists. “Not one of your special drinks, right?”
She grins. “Wrong. Girl looked like she needed one, but I might’ve slipped her three.”
“ Three ?” My voice rises. Ryleigh shakes her head, giggling as she pours another drink.
“Ryleigh, what the fuck is wrong with you?”
“She needed my help. Poor, lost, little lamb,” she says, laughing. “Better check upstairs. That’s where my drinks usually send people.”
Smirking despite myself, I head for the stairs, taking them two at a time. At the top, I hear a tiny voice. “How could you be so stupid?” she squeaks.
Smiling, I push the door open.
She’s adorable. Pink corduroy dress, knee-high white socks, black shoes, and a matching pink barrette.
I shut and lock the door behind us, guiding her toward the four-poster bed in the center of the room. I recognize the guest room, but I’m not thinking about the decor.
Right now, all I care about is her.
“What the hell?” she yells when I wrap my hands gently around her waist.
“Rygaard? What are you doing here?” she squeaks.
“I saw you,” I whisper.
“Saw me what?” she asks, feigning confusion.
“Saw you with Donovan. Saw his hands on you. Saw him all over you.” I stalk toward her.Smirking, she stifles a giggle. “Why? Are you jealous, Ry?”
I pull her closer until our noses brush.My breath fans across her face, each word laced with raw need.
“You haven’t seen jealous,” I say. “Not until you’ve seen me watch you with someone else. I define jealous, Prez. I don’t care if someone looks at what’s mine. But when they touch it?” I growl. “That’s when I lose my fucking mind.”
I back her up until her legs hit the bed.
She fidgets under my gaze, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say she’s turned on by it.
Then she giggles, scoffing, “Oh, now I’m yours? That’s funny, weren’t you just in a closet with some bimbo from class?”
Next thing I know, I’m pushing her onto the bed, dropping to my knees between her thighs, resting my head in her lap.
This girl is the only one who gets to see me like this.On my knees. Vulnerable.And I don’t even need her to ask for it.
“Fuck every single girl here that isn’t you, Presley. I declined everyone’s offers and walked away. Thank God nothing happened, because if it had, this house would be ashes.”
I tangle my hands into her hair, feeling hers clutch at my back, holding me like I’m her whole world.
“I didn’t know Donovan would do that,” she whispers. “He only offered to let me cook and bake at his place. But I wasn’t stupid enough to believe him, Ry.”
“I know you’re not stupid,” I murmur. “But he’s a fucking pig. If anything happened to you at his hands…” I clench my jaw. “I’d be rotting in Polunsky. Because I’d kill him.”
Her tiny hands lift my chin, forcing my gaze into hers.“Rygaard, you never have to worry about me,” she promises, sealing it with a soft kiss.
I lean into it, losing myself. Her lips are home.
“Good,” she whispers, cradling my face. “Now be a good boy and take my virginity.”
Those big, innocent eyes search mine, full of trust. Full of need.
“Is that the alcohol talking, Presley?” I ask, wary.
She grabs my face harder. “What makes you think it’s the alcohol?” she fires back. “I asked you to fuck me weeks ago. You said no. Don’t play the knight in shining armor, Rygaard, it doesn’t suit you.”
Her hands are so small, but her grip is fierce.
Slapping her hands away, catching the teasing smirk on her lips, I stand and haul her up with me.Spinning us around, I sit on the bed and tug her between my knees.
“Kneel,” I command. Her smirk blooms into a full-blown grin as she obeys.God help me.
I’m a fucking ball of nerves, but I can’t back down now. If we do this, there’s no going back.
“Ry,” she moans, desperate.
I brush my fingers lightly over her bare skin, watching goosebumps rise.
“Who are you tonight, Presley?” I murmur. “A good girl who listens? Or my bad, little slut who craves being treated like something dirty?”
Her breath hitches.
“I, I…” She trips over her words, but then she squares her shoulders, staring right into me. “I want to be your bad, little Presley. I want you to treat me like a slut, your slut. I want you to take my virginity and do every wicked thing you’ve ever dreamed about. Because I won’t tell you to stop.”
“You’re damn right you won’t,” I growl. “You might beg, but there’s no tapping out tonight.” I grab her ass, dragging her closer. “Do you understand, Princess?” Instead of answering with words, she just shakes her head, disobeying me. “Choosing violence already, baby girl?” I smirk.
“Yup,” she chirps, eyes gleaming.
Without needing to be told, she bends across my lap, lifting her ass high, practically presenting herself to me.
“I love your enthusiasm, Presley. But this won’t be easy.” I raise her skirt, exposing her perfect ass.
“How dare you look so damn cute,” I mutter, “makes me want to ruin you.”
Looking over her shoulder with a smirk, she teases, “Do your worst, Ry.” She has no idea what she’s asking for.
“Remember, Princess, you begged for it.” I bring my hand down hard on her ass, her scream echoing around the room.Music to my ears.
I don’t even know how many times my hand lands after that.All I know is my brow is slick with sweat, my hand stings, and she’s still squirming for more.
“Are you okay, Princess? Want me to stop?” I tease.
She sniffs and answers, “Not on your life.”
That’s my fucking girl.
I land a few more sharp smacks, loving how her body trembles under me. Then I pull her panties down, spreading her open.
“Are you wet for me, Princess?” The moment her legs part, her sweet scent hits me hard, and my cock strains against my jeans. “Fuck, baby…” I groan. “We’re gonna have so much fun.”