Chapter 14 Ryder
RYDER
Iwatch Cora’s chest rise and fall rapidly, her body trembling in the aftermath. Her eyes are half-lidded, hair stuck to her sweat-slicked forehead, limbs slack against the restraints. But the night is far from over. We’ve barely scratched the surface of what we plan to do with her.
“Here,” I say, reaching for a water bottle from the side table. I twist the cap off and move toward her. “Drink something.”
I support her head gently, tipping the bottle to her lips. Water dribbles down her chin as she gulps greedily. When she’s had enough, I wipe her mouth with my thumb, oddly tender considering what we’ve put her through.
“My turn now,” I tell her, stroking her cheek. “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you.”
I might have tricked her in the maze, leading her straight to Dominic and Liam like a lamb to slaughter, but I’m not completely heartless. She needs a gentler touch after Dominic’s intensity, and I can give her that—still fuck her properly, but without breaking her.
“No,” Cora’s voice is hoarse but firm. “Liam. I want Liam next.”
Something twists in my gut—disappointment? Jealousy? Liam smirks beside me, clearly pleased by her choice.
“Sorry, princess,” I say, keeping my voice light though my jaw clenches. “That’s not how this works. It’s my turn, and trust me, you need what I’m offering right now. Dominic just put you through the wringer. You need someone who’ll take it easy.”
Liam’s smirk fades, his eyes narrowing as he studies me. For a moment, I think he’ll challenge me—his competitive streak runs deep. But then he gives a slight nod.
“He’s right,” Liam concedes, though the words seem to cost him. “You should take her next, Ryder.”
“I will,” I nod at Liam, then turn my attention back to Cora’s flushed body spread out before us. Her chest still heaves with exertion, thighs trembling from Dominic’s attentions. “But first...”
I slide down between her legs, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her arousal mixed with Dominic’s release. My mouth waters at the sight—her pink flesh swollen and glistening, marked by both of them now.
“There’s a delicious feast waiting for me right here,” I murmur, running my fingers along her inner thighs. “And I’m not about to let Dominic’s cum go to waste.”
I glance up at Dominic and wink, my meaning clear. His eyes widen, and a flush creeps up his neck. His cock, which had begun to soften after his release, visibly twitches back to life. That reaction alone makes me harder than I already was.
There’s something intensely erotic about the power dynamic shifting between us—about making the always-in-control Dominic Vega squirm with just the suggestion of tasting where he’s been.
Cora whimpers above me, her hips shifting restlessly in her restraints. She’s overstimulated but still hungry for more. We’ve awakened something wild and insatiable within her that’s been locked away for too long.
“Please,” she whispers, and I’m not sure if she’s begging me to stop or continue.
I lower my mouth to her heat. The first taste is a heady mixture—her sweetness blended with his salt. I let out an appreciative groan that vibrates against her sensitive flesh.
I take my time with her, my tongue moving in gentle circles, nothing like the frenzy of what came before.
The way she sighs tells me this is what she needs—tenderness after Dominic’s intensity.
I hold her thighs with just enough pressure to steady her trembling legs, my thumbs drawing small circles against her skin.
“That’s it,” I whisper against her wetness. “Just feel, princess. Nothing else matters right now.”
Her breathing changes, becomes more ragged as I work her toward another climax.
When she starts to tense, I slide two fingers inside her, curling them forward.
She comes with a soft cry, her back arching off the bed despite the restraints, her eyes finding mine in surprise at the gentleness of her release.
I rise up, positioning myself between her legs, and slide inside her with one slow, deep thrust. The sensation nearly undoes me—she’s impossibly tight, wet, and perfect around me. I establish a rhythm that’s nothing like the punishing pace Dominic set. This is slow, deep, deliberate.
“Fuck,” I breathe, mesmerized by the way she takes me.
That’s when I notice them—purplish marks on her ribs that have nothing to do with our rough handling. Finger-shaped bruises circle her upper arms, older than tonight. My stomach tightens with unexpected rage.
That fucker. The honorable Mayor Pike did this to his own daughter.
Our eyes lock as I move inside her, and something shifts between us. This isn’t just about revenge anymore. Not for me. There’s an intimacy I hadn’t anticipated, a connection I wasn’t looking for.
“You’re safe here,” I tell her softly, the words slipping out before I can stop them.
I’m vaguely aware of Dominic and Liam watching us, their hands stroking their cocks as they observe our connection. But it feels like Cora and I are in our own world. I brush hair from her face, my thumb lingering on her cheek.
“No one’s going to hurt you like that again,” I promise, knowing I shouldn’t but unable to help myself.
I lean down and capture her lips with mine.
It’s not something we planned—kissing feels almost too intimate for what this is supposed to be.
But I can’t help myself. Her mouth is soft, hesitant at first, then yielding.
To my surprise, she kisses me back, her tongue meeting mine as a single tear slides down her cheek.
I taste the salt of it and pull back just enough to brush it away with my thumb.
“I’ve got you, princess,” I whisper against her lips. “I’ve got you now.”
It’s sweet and tender, this moment between us—completely at odds with why we’re here, with the restraints still binding her wrists and ankles, with Dominic and Liam watching our every move. Yet I can’t bring myself to break it as I continue to move inside her, my pace measured and deep.
Her breath catches with each thrust, her body tightening around me as she builds toward another release.
“Fuck me,” she murmurs into my ear, so quietly that only I can hear it. “Please, Ryder. Fuck me harder.”
My control snaps at her words. I grip her hips and drive into her with renewed purpose, giving her exactly what she’s asking for. Her back arches beneath me.
“That’s it,” I praise, watching her face contort with pleasure. “You’re taking me so well. Such a good girl.”
More words of praise fall from my lips as I thrust into her—telling her how perfect she feels, how beautiful she looks coming undone beneath me.
Her walls tighten around me as I thrust deeper, her body arching up to meet mine. The sight of her—flushed and desperate beneath me—is almost too much to bear.
“Ryder,” she moans, my name falling from her lips like a prayer. “Ryder, I’m coming.”
Her eyes lock with mine as she shatters, her entire body convulsing. The way she says my name—like I’m something more than her hunter—sends fire racing through my veins. Her inner walls pulse around me, gripping my cock in waves that pull me right to the edge.
“Fuck, Cora,” I groan, my rhythm faltering as that familiar pressure builds. “I’m gonna come inside you.”
I can’t hold back any longer. With one final thrust, I bury myself to the hilt and explode, pumping her full of my release. Wave after wave crashes through me as I empty myself inside her.
“That’s it,” I pant. “Taking my cum so perfectly. Such a good girl.”
I stay there for a moment, savoring the way she feels around me, before slowly pulling out. My release trickles from between her thighs, marking her in the most primal way.
“Beautiful,” I murmur. “So fucking beautiful.”
Liam clears his throat behind me. “My turn now,” he says, his voice rough with arousal. “Then you can have a rest, Cora.”
She looks between the three of us, exhaustion evident in her eyes despite the lingering desire. “You promise?” she asks, her voice small but not broken.
Something protective stirs in my chest at her vulnerability. I brush a strand of hair from her face, gentler than I should be, given why we’re here.
“I promise,” I tell her, meaning it more than I expected to. “You’ll get to rest after Liam.”
Dominic nods from where he stands at the head of the bed. “We keep our word,” he confirms, surprising me with the almost tender way his hand strokes her cheek.
“Promise,” Liam agrees, his eyes softer than I’ve ever seen them. “Just me, then rest.”
I stand back, still catching my breath as Liam approaches. Despite her exhaustion, Cora’s eyes follow him hungrily, fixing on his cock. She licks her lips slowly, a gesture so natural yet so provocative it makes my spent cock stir back to life.
“Looks like she’s still hungry,” I comment, watching as Liam positions himself between her spread thighs.
My cum begins to drip from her well-used pussy, a sight that sends an unexpected surge of possessiveness through me. Liam notices too and smirks, pressing the head of his cock against her entrance, using it to push my release back inside her.
“Waste not, want not,” he says, his voice dropping to that silky-smooth courtroom tone that makes juries believe whatever bullshit he’s selling.
He slides in with one smooth thrust, making Cora gasp as he seats himself fully inside her. My cum squelches around his cock, creating obscene wet sounds that fill the room.
“That’s it,” Liam says, his tone shifting to something harder, crueler than either Dominic’s or mine had been. “Perfect little cum dump, aren’t you? The Mayor’s precious daughter, just a warm hole for us to fill.”
Cora’s eyes widen at his words, but instead of protest, a moan escapes her lips. Something about Liam’s degradation clearly works for her, too. She’s so versatile, loving Dominic’s roughness and domination, my gentler side and praise, and now Liam’s degradation.