Chapter Thirty-Eight
He said I was going to be his wife. His fucking WIFE . He’s called me his Queen before, but this… this is something completely different. Coming from Ryker, it’s practically an “I love you.”
I wanted to say it to him; I almost did. Thankfully, Miles had come and interrupted me. I’ve never been so grateful for an interruption.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Ace settles into the seat next to me. I’ve been on the patio for about an hour, escaping from the crowd.
“Crowds haven’t ever really been my thing.”
He nods, running his hand through his hair. “I know you probably don’t want to hear it, but I wanted to say I’m sorry.” I stare at him blankly, waiting for him to continue. “I’m sorry for turning you over to Ryker. I know it’s my job, and I guarantee he will make me do something similar again, but it felt wrong. Watching you in the chains, beaten and bloody...” He trails off as I sip my wine, trying to process his apology.
In all my years of being tortured, raped, and being hunted, I have not once been apologized to, not from Manzo, not from my father, and not even from Ryker.
I don’t need to hear the words to know Ryker is sorry, but I’m just so stunned at hearing those words come out of someone's mouth and be directed towards me .
“Like you said, it’s your job. You have nothing to be sorry over.”
He nods, holding out his palm face up. At first, I think he’s offering it to me because he is going to help me up, but when I take a closer look, I notice a hair tie resting in his palm. A slight smirk plays on my lips as I shake my head. “Keep it.” He smiles back, pulling his locks into a bun. “Can I ask you to do me a favor?”
He nods, “Of course, anything.”
“There is a woman I want to find. Jessica. After I rescued her from Ryker’s warehouse, I dropped her off at the airport, and she hopped on a plane to Chicago.”
He sucks air through his teeth and scratches his jaw. “I’m not so sure I can get you that . We don’t need the Boone brothers on our asses right now and hacking into their stuff? That’d be an act of war.”
“I get that, but maybe she isn’t with them. I told her to stay away from the mob, and she’s a smart girl. She wouldn’t do anything to put herself in danger like that.”
“Bianca...”
“I know it’s a lot to ask, but I promised her I would stay in touch, and I’ve been waiting to hear from her since I dropped her off at the airport. You guys found me before I heard she landed safely. Could you at least check the flight and ensure she got to Chicago safe and sound?”
He nods, “I’ll see what I can do.”
I stand, wrapping my arms around him. “Thank you.”
He hugs me back briefly before someone clears their throat from behind me. Ace quickly lowers his arms and takes a massive step back before turning and practically running back to the party .
“Should I be jealous of Pretty Boy?”
I laugh, turning around to face Ryker. “Do you have nicknames for all your men?”
“Only the ones who are permanent.”
“But you gave me a nickname when you still hated me.”
“I never hated you.” He whispers, “I always knew you would be mine.”
“Ryker, don’t.”
He cups my face, hovering his mouth inches from mine. “I mean it.” His gaze flickers to my mouth, and when he looks back up to meet my eyes, lust has taken over.
Without thinking, he pulls me in, forcing my mouth on his. I eagerly meet his lips as I wrap my hands around his neck and run my hands through his hair. He rocks his hips into me, and I can’t help the moan that slips from my lips when I feel him start to grow against me.
I throw his jacket down, and he moves his mouth to my neck. He then lays me down on the grass. I start to unbuckle his pants eagerly as he begins to lift my dress. We break the kiss to slip our clothes off, and my eyes bulge when I see his massive form. My breathing picks up, and my stomach flips at the thought of him inside of me. He places his hands on either side of my head and starts kissing along my jaw as I reach down to grab his cock.
He winces and growls low in my ear, “Your hands are freezing.” “Sorry,” I chuckle.
I sit up, forcing him to do the same. He stands on his knees and scowls. “Let me warm it up for you. ”
I get on my hands and knees and grab the base of his cock, licking my lips. His eyes widen, and I don’t wait for permission. I swirl my tongue around his tip, and he immediately stiffens.
“Angel.” He warns, trying to step back, but I grab his thighs, holding him in place.
I want to do this for him. I hate that I let my fear consume me.
This time, I want to show him exactly what he does to me.
I start to stroke his cock as I slide it inch by inch deeper into my mouth. I start slow, teasing him. When he hits the back of my throat, I pick up the pace and look up at him. I love the moans he releases every time he hits the back of my throat. I love the way he grips my hair to guide the pace. God, I’m going to need an exorcism after this man destroys me.
He grips the back of my head tighter, telling me he’s about to come. He’s never been one to finish within a few minutes, and the fact I can affect him that way makes me wet just thinking about it.
I use my other hand to play with his balls. He groans and shoves my head down to the hilt of his cock. I grip his hips for stability as I look back up at him through the tears to meet his eyes. He stares into mine, and I can’t help but moan.
I pull him deeper into me, needing to take more. Once he slides the rest of the way in, he flexes his jaw, and the bulge in my throat begins to twitch. A wave of come slides down my throat, and we moan in tandem.
When he pulls out of me, he is scowling. I begin to feel embarrassed, but he doesn’t let me get in my head as he begins to kiss me, exploring my mouth like never before .
He lightly pushes me back into the grass, the coldness of it a weird contrast against our sweating bodies. He reaches his hand down and pulls back from our kiss when he feels how wet I am. He doesn’t say anything as he positions himself at my entrance. He holds my gaze as he thrusts into me. Hard. I gasp, gripping a handful of grass.
He leans on one arm and places one of my legs on his shoulder. He keeps his thrust slow as my pussy adjusts to his size. He reaches down to play with my clit. I lean my head back and look up at the stars as a wave of pleasure forms in the pit of my stomach. He starts to thrust harder, and I bite my lower lip to stop the moan from escaping.
I lower my leg off his shoulder, trying to pull him in deeper by wrapping my legs around his waist. I roll us, so I’m now on top. I start rocking my hips back and forth as I reposition myself. He grabs my hip and helps me stabilize as I bounce on top of him.
My pace is needy and all-consuming, taking as much of him as possible. At this angle, it’s almost painful how deep he is inside me, but I relish it. He slams my hips down onto him, and I moan as I lean my head back and look back up at the stars. He helps me along, and I feel like I’m about to come. I go faster. Harder. Deeper.
My legs begin to shake, and I have to stop bouncing. I go back to the rocking motion I started with and lower myself down fully on him, placing my hands on his chest. I look back down at him for a moment before everything inside me explodes. I let out a feral moan as the orgasm consumes me.
It doesn’t take long for my orgasm to pull out one of his own. Between my pussy clenching around his shaft and the matching throbbing coming from him, it nearly makes me crumble. The feeling in my chest, the love growing exponentially, makes me want to vomit .
When I open my eyes, I blink a couple of times, attempting to get the lust haze to disappear, but he’s not having it. He lifts me a couple of inches and slams me back down. I can read his face. He’s not done with me yet. My breathing starts to pick up as he thrusts upward into me. He is buried to the hilt inside of me, and I feel the telltale signs he’s about to come. I moan as he grows and pulses inside of me. I lean down and kiss him softly. He lifts me off him, and I can feel his come drip out of me and onto his cock.
He breaks the kiss and pulls my hips forward, shifting my center to his mouth. His tongue instantly finds my clit, and I squirm. I’m so sore and tender it’s almost too much, but his tongue runs circles around my clit before sliding down and entering my center.
My grip on his hair steadies me as my legs quiver. Ryker hits a particularly sensitive spot, making me moan, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I run my hands up my body, groping my breasts as Ryker teases my clit in between his teeth. The mixture of pain and pleasure nearly overwhelms me.
My breath hitches as my climax forms deep in my belly. When I brace myself on the cool grass, Ryker chuckles, the sound sending me over the edge. I cry out, everything from my core to my shaking arms braced against the grass. I rock back and forth, trying to ride down this intimidating high.
Once my body has calmed, I slide down his body, the sweat on our bodies sticking us together like glue. When I focus on Ryker, he rolls us so my back is against the grass. He pries my mouth open, letting the mixture of our come drip into my mouth.
“I want you to taste how good we are together.” He growls.
He shuts my mouth and leans down, whispering in my ear, “Swallow.” I do as I’m told, the salty and sweet mixture causing me to crave more of him. Of us .
Once we are dressed, I have to fight the urge to reach out and touch him because I know if I do, round three will be inevitable. I look up at the stars one last time, engraving these last few moments in my brain.