Chapter 48
FORTY-EIGHT
noia
The closet has gone eerily quiet, and the silence stretches as I strain to hear any movement on the other side of the panel.
I check my phone.
Time’s up.
My heart races with triumph and I grin. I won!
Carefully, I slide open the hidden panel and crawl back into the closet. The oppressive silence makes me nervous, but also a little smug as I scan the interior of the bedroom.
Seeing no one, I step out of the closet and before I can take another step, a large hand clamps over my mouth from behind. I try to scream but only manage a muffled yelp as I’m yanked backward against a solid, muscular chest while another arm locks around my waist.
“I thought we talked about what would happen if you messed with my actions and emotions again, Noia,” Ryder growls in my ear, voice sullen and dangerous.
He walks me forward, his body pressed tight against my back, and shoves me face-first up against the wall.
The hand over my mouth moves to wrap around my throat, while the one on my waist slides across my stomach and shoves inside my jeans, into my panties.
All I can do is whimper.
“Looks like I win, kitten.” His fingers slide through my folds to collect some of my arousal before sliding back up to circle my clit. “In more ways than one.”
His evil chuckle sends heat rushing through my veins like molten lava.
“Why do I feel mean, huh?” His teeth graze my earlobe as his fingers continue their torturous exploration. “What did you do to me this time?”
“I—I just wrote…” I gasp as he slides a finger inside me. “I wasn’t sure if it would actually work.”
“You sure about that?” His grip tightens around my throat. “You thought you could control me, make the game more interesting, am I right? Hmm?”
A second finger plunges inside me, making me cry out.
“Fucking with things you don’t understand,” he growls, adding a third finger and curling them to hit that perfect spot. “When will you learn?”
My knees buckle, but he holds me up, his grip on my throat tightening even further.
“Funny thing is...” He starts to thrust. “It just made me want to punish you even more.”
“The—the time was up,” I gasp, bucking against his hand. “You didn’t find me in time.”
“Oh, but I did.” I can feel his lips curve into a smile against the racing pulse in my neck. “I found your hiding spot with five minutes to spare. I just decided to wait and see what you would do.”
I groan in frustration as jolts of pleasure ratchet up my spine.
“Tell me what you wrote.” His thumb presses against my clit as his fingers pump in and out, making it hard to think.
“Just that—ah!—that you’d feel like a predator,” I moan. I’m so wet I can hear what his fingers are doing to me. “That you’d want to hunt me down and claim me.”
His voice drops to a sinister whisper. “You want to be hunted?”
“Yes,” I admit as a gasp.
He spins me around, pinning me back against the wall with his body. Pupils blown, his eyes are black with desire, jaw tight.
“You want to be claimed?” His fingers are back working between my legs.
“Oh, god,” I whimper, already so close to the edge. “Yes.”
His thrusts slow to an agonizing pace. “Then your wish is my command.”
With a growl, he withdraws his fingers, grips my wrists and pins them above my head.
Using his other hand, he unbuttons my jeans, tugging them down with my panties until they’re tangled around my knees.
The cool air hits my exposed skin, making me gasp.
“Shhh.” He rests his forehead against mine, breath hot on my face. “You lost the game, remember? Now you have to do whatever I want.”
He releases my wrists, only to grip my waist and lift me, carrying me to the bed. He tosses me down on the mattress, then flips me onto my stomach.
“On your knees,” he commands, and I instantly obey, heart hammering against my ribs as he pulls my jeans and panties off and tosses them to the floor.
“Is this what you wanted when you wrote those words?” he asks, his voice a dangerous rumble as he runs his hands down my back. “For me to lose control?”
“Yes,” I groan, pressing my face into the mattress.
“You think you can control me?” His voice is a dangerous rumble as the blunt head of his cock nudges my entrance. “You think you can write my feelings, my actions? How do I know my actions have been mine? Have you been controlling me this whole time?”
“No,” I gasp, desperate for him to fill me. “I would never do that. I’m sorry.”
His palm connects with my ass in a sharp slap, making me yelp. “Not yet, you’re not.” And with that, he slams into me, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust.
I cry out as the sensation of being filled so completely overwhelms all my senses. He doesn’t even give me time to adjust, just sets a punishing pace that has me clawing at the sheets.
“This is what happens,” he grunts, one hand gripping my hip while the other coils in my hair, yanking my head back. “When you play with fire.”
Each thrust drives me closer to the edge, the delicious friction building so fast I barely have time to breathe. His fingers dig into my hip hard enough to leave bruises, marking me as his.
“Promise me you won’t ever do that again,” he demands, his pace relentless.
His thrusts are hard and deep, each one driving me further up the bed until I have to brace myself against the headboard, forcing harsh breaths and desperate moans from my throat.
“I won’t,” I groan, the pressure building to an unbearable level. “I promise.”
“Damn right you won’t.” His hand tightens in my hair, pulling just enough to arch my back and change the angle of his thrusts, making the new position hit a spot inside me that makes my toes curl.
“Fuuuck. You feel so fucking good.”
“Ryder, please,” I beg, not even sure what I’m asking for at this point.
“Please what?” He slows his pace, drawing out each thrust until I’m whimpering.
“Harder,” I gasp. “Fuck me harder.”
He immediately complies, hips snapping against my ass as his fingers dig into my hips. Just the thought of wearing his fingerprints on my skin sends a fresh wave of heat through my body.
“You’re such a dirty little slut for me, aren’t you?”
The moan that bursts from my lips is barely recognizable.
“Promise you won’t control me again,” he grunts, pounding relentlessly.
“I—I promise.” I pant, the words tumbling out without hesitation.
“I can’t hear you.” He reaches around to find my clit, circling it with a finger.
“Oh, god! Oh, fuck! I promise!” I cry out as pleasure builds, coiling tighter in my belly and tingling at the base of my spine.
“That’s right,” he growls. “And don’t you fucking forget it.”
The dual sensation of his cock stretching me and his fingers working my clit pushes me over the edge. My orgasm explodes, making my inner walls clench around him as I scream his name.
Following right behind with a hoarse shout, his hips falter as he empties himself inside me before he collapses, breath hot against my neck as we both gasp for air.