Chapter 20
Willow
She swallowed hard. The surge of adrenaline in her system had sobered her a little, but she was definitely feeling a buzz. “Nothing. He was joking.”
“Is that right, Ez?” he called out, still keeping her fixed in place with those intense blue eyes. His hair was a little disheveled and only added to his almost feral appearance.
Their drunk companion didn’t reply. Instead, the only sounds to be heard were the crackling fire in the woodstove and Ezra’s deepening snores.
Shit. He passed out. Though she wasn’t sure what he would do. If Ryker lashed out at her for fooling around with him, then he would blab, and then they would both know.
What did you think would happen, you idiot?
Old memories stirred that she tried to push back into the corner of her mind where they belonged. He looked angry, but not the way Billy would look at her.
Ryker side-stepped around the table. She tensed, gripping the edge and ready to bolt.
“Looks like Ez isn’t able to take back what he said,” he purred, inching closer.
Willow subtly scooted to the edge of the chair. “Well, you can find out in the morning.”
“No.” He shook his head. “I’m going to find out right now.”
He lunged, and she shot out of the chair, aiming for the front door. With a couple strides, he was on her, arms wrapped around her waist as she kicked and flailed.
“Put me down! Ezra, wake up!” Ice cold fear flooded her veins. She was wrong. She shouldn’t have trusted him.
Ezra lay motionless on the couch, one arm draped over his face and his mouth slightly open. She kicked and punched at Ryker, but it did nothing to slow him as he dragged her toward the bedroom.
“What are you doing!”
“I told you, pretty girl. I want answers.” They reached the threshold of the door. She attempted to grab the frame, but her hands slipped. He kicked the door shut. The room was dark with only a bit of moonlight streaming through the window.
He tossed her onto the mattress before pinning her down. “What have you been up to, Willow?”
There was nothing she could do; he was too strong. “I haven’t done anything!” Her voice cracked. “Don’t kill me, okay?”
His features softened in the low light, but his tone was still chilly.
“I would never kill you.” He held her hands above her head and dipped down, his lips glancing over hers.
The heat of him was almost overwhelming as they breathed each other in.
Need stirred deep in her core as she felt his hard length pressing against her thigh.
Ryker must have sensed she was enjoying this since he rolled his hips. “He might have tasted your moans,” he said, trailing the tip of his tongue along her bottom lip, “but I’m going to devour your screams.”
His movements were fast and rough as he wrestled the sweater off of her. The room was warm this time since the fire had been going all day, which only added to the heat flooding her body. She really shouldn’t be so into this.
“I’ve been wanting to rip his clothes off you all day,” he growled. “I wish he was awake so he could watch me fuck you.”
His large hands gripped her flesh that was now exposed, traversing across every inch of her skin. He shoved one of the cups of her bra down and smirked when he found the little silver barbell. Then, he yanked the other down with a low moan as he revealed the same on that side.
“Fuck, how do you keep getting hotter?”
Delicately, he raked his teeth across the stiff peaks and flicked his tongue against the metal. She sucked in a breath while digging her nails into his shoulders.
“It makes sense now,” he said. “The way you looked when I got back—face all red.” He gripped the waistband of her borrowed shorts and yanked them down. The room was dark enough that he couldn’t see the scars on her hip and outer thigh. Only the tattoos would be obvious.
His eyes drank her in. “He already got to play with you.” He tossed the shorts aside and shoved two fingers inside her. It was so abrupt and harsh that she flinched. “Fuck, you’re already wet.” He gently teased the ring with his thumb.
Ryker let out a low growl as his fingers pumped in and out of her. “Did you fuck Ezra?” he asked. “Did you let him fill this gorgeous pussy?”
“No,” she replied, breathless. “It didn’t get that far.”
“Ah, now you’re admitting something.” He withdrew his fingers and hastily unfastened his jeans. “Tell me more, and you can have my cock.”
She wiggled her hips as he slid his erection through her arousal and teased her piercing with the underside of his shaft. He wanted to know?
He nipped her chin and clutched a fistful of her hair. “Start talking, or you don’t get to come. I’ll just fuck my hand until I finish all over you.”
This was crazy, but she couldn’t help but comply. She wanted him so bad it hurt. “He held me against the wall by my throat.”
“Like this?” He pushed himself up onto his elbows and wrapped his long fingers around her neck.
“Yeah… like that,” she groaned as he slid the tip of his cock into her, but not pushing any further.
“Then what?” he rasped. It was obvious it was taking all of his control to hold back.
“He made me come on his hand.”
Ryker thrust forward so hard she yelped, her body clenching from the sudden force. “That’s my good girl.” He withdrew slightly before slamming into her again and tightening his hold around her throat. “You’re so pretty when you’re struggling to take my cock.”
“Fuck…” she gasped, trying to relax around his girth. This was exactly what she wanted the night before.
“That’s what you need, isn’t it?” He lazily rolled his hips. “You need to be fucked so hard you scream. Where do you want my cum?”
“Inside me. I have an IUD.” She ran her fingers through his hair, loving the way his harsh expression relaxed as she did so.
His brows lifted, and that feral glint in his eyes returned. “Perfect.”
She reached down to toy with her clit. He grabbed her hand and went to pin it above her head again, but her subtle wince from the angle made him readjust. Even if he was being rough, he still cared about her pain.
“You’ll come when I say you can, Willow.
You’ve been playing games, so now I get to have fun with you. ”
She whimpered as he upped the pace, desperate for the friction she needed to finish.
His hips slapped against her as he somehow found his way deeper with each thrust. It was so intense she could feel tears pricking the corners of her eyes.
He wrapped his arms around her body to lift her ass up, hitting a spot that made her see stars.
“Oh… my… God…” she cried, wanting so badly to finish. “Please… please…”
“Please what, pretty girl?”
“I want to come… I want you to come…”
Ryker’s body tensed, and he squeezed her tight against his body in a crushing embrace. “Fuck, Willow,” he groaned, pulsing inside her.
He paused for a moment to recover, his breath heavy against the crook of her neck. She ran her fingers through his hair again, dragging her nails across his scalp.
She hadn’t expected any of this. But somehow, trapped in a remote cabin with two dangerous men, she felt safe. It had to be the alcohol making her think that—making her sense of self-preservation falter.
They aren’t like Billy. I just know it.
Billy never would have cared that her shoulder was sore. Ryker was upset, but he still cared not to hurt her during this little “lesson”.
Willow clutched onto him harder, not wanting to let go of what she had at the moment.
Even if it wouldn’t last.