Chapter 31
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Ezekiel
“Are you still not going to tell me where we’re going?” Riley raises her eyebrow as I hold the door for her and she gets out of the car.
“I told you, it’s a surprise.”
“Not even a little hint?” She insists, stepping onto the damp pavement.
I noticed how out of place she felt all evening, even though she belongs in a place like Noir as much as everyone else in there did, if only because she’s mine.
“Just five more seconds,” I say, nodding toward the looming facade of the building ahead. “Then you can complain all you want.”
She narrows her eyes at me, a flicker of defiance in her gaze, but follows anyway. The moment we stop in front of the cinema, she freezes.
“You mentioned during the dinner that you really wanted to see this movie, so we’re seeing it tonight,” I turn to face her, watching the neon lights bleed across her skin. Her eyes go wide and she covers her mouth in surprise.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes,” I nod.
“But the movie theater is closed at this hour,” she frowns as she looks at the dark ticket booth. “And the movie is not screening anymore.”
“Riley, ,” I smile, as I lift my hand to her nape, my fingers sliding into her hair and wrapping around the heat of her skin, and pulling her in for a quick, heavy kiss, before I open the door for her. “It’s open now.”
“So that’s what you were doing earlier when you went to the restroom,” her eyes light up at the realization. “You were arranging all of this.”
“I just made a phone call.”
I let go of her neck, sliding my fingers down to take her hand in mine with a strong grip. “Let’s get inside.”
I watch Riley’s face light up as we walk into the empty movie theatre, a smile slowly spreading across her face.
I have arranged snacks and drinks for us, and she immediately grabs a bag of popcorn, placing it into her lap, the rustle of the paper loud in the dark and somehow I find myself feeling envious of the damn paper bag.
“You want some?”
I take a handful of popcorn myself and try to focus on the massive screen as the movie starts playing.
It’s all in vain, I can barely catch anything that’s happening on the screen.
Every time I look towards it, my attention drifts back to Riley instead.
To the way she leans forward during the emotional scenes, and the quiet laugh she tries to hold back during the funny ones.
“This is really mind blowing,” her voice a soft murmur against the loud audio of the feel. Her eyes are beaming.
“You know that you can live like this every day, Riley?” I turn in my seat to face her.
“What do you mean?” She looks at me, confused, her fingers pausing over the popcorn.
“I have more money than I’ll ever be able to spend,” I shrug, the weight of my empire sitting behind every word. “If you wanted to stop working tomorrow, you could.”
“I really appreciate that, Zeke,” She places her hand over mine, her palm warm against my knuckles. “But I really don’t want to live like that. I don’t want to become dependent on you or anyone.”
“Good.” A small smile tugs at the corner of my mouth, the dark spike of pride hitting my chest.
“Good?” She raises an eyebrow.
“I know how important your independence is to you,” I add, leaning in slightly closer, until the heat of my breath brushes her cheek. I slowly tuck a stray hair behind her ear, letting my knuckles graze the soft skin of her jaw. “I’d be disappointed if you were willing to give that up so easily.”
“Are you serious?” She searches my face, her eyes studying my features in the flickering light, as if she’s trying to figure out whether I’m joking. “Or are you just teasing me?”
“I’m serious,” I brush my thumb across her cheek, applying just enough pressure to make her look at me. “But just know that I will put the world at your feet the moment you ask for it.”
“Zeke…” Her voice is weak as she speaks, a shallow exhale showing how affected she is by the warmth of my hand.
This woman is driving me fucking insane and I don’t think she has the slightest clue about how much of an impact she has on me.
Of how easily she tugs at the strings of a man who controls millions.
I drop my hand, hooking my index finger beneath the delicate strap on her shoulder, letting it drop on purpose just to see her reaction.
The heat in her cheeks builds, a dark flush visible even in the dim theater light.
She looks down to the fallen strap, her breath catching, and then her eyes meet mine again.
For a brief second, she glances down at the heavy bulge in my pants, her lips forming into a sharp, knowing smirk. That’s all I need.
I lean over and claim her. The moment our lips touch, she lets out an involuntary moan as if she’s been dying for this to happen the whole night.
“Zeke,” The words are breathless, whispered directly against my mouth. “Someone might walk in.”
“Does that scare you?” I ask, my voice rough. I don’t wait for an answer before placing another kiss on her jaw, then lower, biting gently at her neck and trailing down to her collarbone until she shivers.
“No,” She shakes her head, her fingers tangling in the collar of my shirt and pulling me closer to her.
When our mouths meet again, she isn’t holding back anymore.
The fearless look in her eyes makes me harder, a tight, painful ache, and I can’t hold myself back a second longer.
Even though I enjoy teasing her and having her beg for my dick, tonight has been an absolute torture.
I’ve been fantasizing about slamming my dick into her while she’s still wearing that dress from the very moment I saw her step out of that car.
“Tell me what you want, Riley?” I breathe into her neck, my hand sliding up the smooth skin of her thigh, pushing the fabric of her dress out of the way until I reach the thin, damp fabric of her thong.
“I want you to fuck me,” she breathes the words against my lips, bold and desperate.
I pull her onto my lap in one heavy movement, her legs straddling me on both sides.
The fabric of her dress slides up to her waist, leaving her long toned legs completely exposed in the dim light.
I feel the agonizing, perfect pressure of her body on my dick as my arms lock around her, holding her in place.
Even though she’s on top, I’m the one controlling every movement she makes, anchoring her to my weight.
With one hand resting firm on her hip, digging into her flesh to keep her still, and the other grabbing the nape of her neck to pull her in for a deep kiss, I have her completely at my mercy.
“Don’t move,” I whisper into her ear, my voice a commanding growl as she desperately tries to rub herself against me, needing the friction as much as I do. “Unzip my pants.”
She reaches for my zipper, her finger clumsy and trembling, aching for this as much as I do. Her face lights up, her eyes darkening when my dick springs out, fully erect, thick and ready for her.
“Good girl.”
The throbbing in my groin is becoming unbearable, a blinding need. In one swift motion, I hook my fingers into her thong and rip it off, letting the fabric fall to the dirty floor of the movie theater.
“This is crazy,” she smiles, a breathless, thrilled sound as she watches it hit the floor and then returns her heavy gaze to my crotch.
I don’t wait any longer. With ease, I lift her hips just enough to lead her slick entrance to the head of my dick, and slowly, deliberately, drop her down. She releases a sharp, fractured breath, her eyes closing as she tosses her head back, her spine arching as she tries to ride me.
“Not yet.” My hands slide up her back, my fingers digging in through the thin fabric, forcing her to stay absolutely still while I’m buried completely in her. “I want you to feel everything first.”
I let her adjust to the sheer size of me stretching her open. She whimpers against my mouth, a desperate, broken sound that I drink in greedily. Only when I feel her walls slick and melting around me do I finally give her what she’s begging for.
I start a brutal, upward rhythm, lifting her up and slamming her back down onto my lap.
The movie theater seats creaks beneath our combined weight, the movie soundtrack masking the wet, rhythmic slaps of our skin clashing together.
Riley clings to my shoulders, her nails digging straight through the fabric of my shirt.
“You’re such a good girl for me,” I dig my fingers into her ass as she continues to ride me.
She’s incredibly loud in the empty theater, tossing her head back reaching the edge of an explosive orgasm.
I push her over it, picking up the pace until she shudders, her entire body clamping down around my dick in a fierce, crushing wave of release.
The feeling destroys whatever restraint I have left and I drive into her two more times, hard and deep, before filling her up, my groan swallowed by the curve of her neck.
Riley collapses on me, our bodies sweaty and worn out, while the credits of the movie continue to roll in the background on the massive screen, casting blue and white light over us. She’s heavy against my chest, her breathing starting to slow down.
“You’re sleeping at my place tonight,” I whisper into her hair and she doesn’t protest.