Chapter 6 Sable
SABLE
It’s been five days since I pointed a gun at my new step-brother. Five days of torture.
I still can’t sleep. Ryker invades my dreams every night, haunting me like some evil spirit bent on my destruction.
I wake up sweating, dripping, and have started taking two a.m. showers just so I can get back to sleep.
He may not have broken me, but he did awaken something inside me. Something dangerous I can no longer ignore.
Every day I avoid him. I take my meals in my room and go shopping all day. Anything to get out of the house and away from him.
But I’m over it. This is no way to live my life.
I’m reacting—not acting. Burying feelings that are completely natural all because of what society says. Because of what my parents say.
Burning with intent, I get out of bed and go to the shower, cranking the water on as cold as it will go.
The chill takes my breath away but does nothing about the warmth between my legs or the tension in my belly…
…or the images of Ryker that seem to have been stamped into my mind.
Okay, so he’s hot—gorgeous even. That’s fine to admit, right? Even if he is my step-brother, it’s not like we’re blood-related. We didn’t grow up together. Why can’t I be attracted to him?
I know he’d be smirking right now if he knew what I was thinking, that son of a bitch. But I’m not going to let that affect me.
I’m Sable Noir. If I see something I want, I take it. That’s who I am, and people know better than to screw around with me.
And if I want Ryker, goddamn it, I’ll have him.
It will be purely physical—no feelings whatsoever. And no one will find out.
Smiling, I shut the water off and grab a towel. If he could only see me now.
He won’t be able to deny me. He already tried to kiss me, and I’ve seen his eyes blazing back at me when we fought.
I don’t even bother with underwear. I just throw on a loose pair of sweats and a T-shirt and make my way down the hall to Ryker’s room.
My heart hammers as I grab the knob to his door and twist.
Without hesitation, I step inside.
“Whoa, so you just come into my room without asking, now—?” he starts to say, lying in his bed, but I cut him off by jumping right on top of him, my primal instincts threatening to take over.
“Shut up,” I whisper, pressing my finger over his lips. “You remember what I said?”
His eyes search my face. I can’t tell if he’s confused or excited. Slowly, he nods and I remove my finger.
“That what I did would never happen again.”
“That’s right,” I reply.
“And yet you’re here, straddling me on my bed.”
My pulse is racing. Heat coils inside me as I gasp a desperate breath. “That’s because I’m laying down ground rules.”
His eyes flare. “Ground rules?”
I feel a pressure between my legs. He’s getting hard.
“I want sex,” I say simply. “No strings, no feelings, just sex.”
“And what do I get out of that?” He sneers arrogantly back at me. Talk about a proud son of a bitch.
“Don’t play dumb, bro,” I reply, shaking my head. “I can feel you getting hard right now.”
He snorts a laugh and reaches up, sliding his hands beneath my T-shirt to grab my breasts.
His surprise move shocks me, and I almost slap him and jerk away, just out of instinct. But I quickly remember why I am here and lean into it.
The calluses on his palms are rough against my nipples—almost painful—but surprisingly, I like it.
After all, what has our relationship been but pain until now?
“I have to admit, you have great tits.”
He moves his hand down, and my body springs to life when he tugs at my waistband.
But I quickly stop him. “This is just physical. Understand?”
His eyes narrow. “Just?”
I can’t tell if he’s being serious or just screwing with me, but I nod anyway.
“Just.”
“Okay,” he replies, looking back at me, his expression unreadable. “Just sex. No promises.”
“And if you can’t follow the rules, you get nothing,” I say firmly, but maybe, just maybe, something in me wants to break them.
My vision starts to blur as I look down at him, my body blooming like a flower in the sun. His hand tugs my waistband from my belly, and he slides two fingers down to the same place he touched me earlier.
I take in a deep enough breath that I feel under control—at least for a few seconds before the tingling grows and the wetness spreads between my thighs.
This time, he uses my thumb, pressing it against my most sacred of places. My body reacts to the sensation that jolts through me, nearly sending me tumbling backwards.
“You’re so wet, princess,” he growls, causing my cheeks to flush. I drop my chin, letting my hair fall in front of my face, but Ryker quickly reacts. He flips me onto my back and tugs my pants all the way down to my ankles, fully exposing me before him.
Fear, heat, anxiety—they all spread through me as he drags his eyes down my half-naked body.
When they reach my sex, he licks his lips and roughly spreads my legs with his strong hands.
His eyes gleam down at me as he tugs up my shirt, exposing my breasts. Before I can stop him, his lips are wrapped around my nipples, sucking gently, causing me to draw a desperate gasp as he begins to kiss his way down my belly.
“Jesus…” I murmur, twisting on the mattress as he moves lower.
Exhilaration grasps me as I feel his breath on my mound, followed by the scruff of his chin against my sex. I can’t believe I’m doing this. No man has ever been this close to my innocence, and now that man is my step-brother, a sworn enemy of my family just a week ago.
Keeping my thighs open, I look down and find him looking up at me as he extends his tongue. I gasp as he spreads me open with a delicate craving that sends a shiver up my spine.
Every little movement he makes delights me as he traces the line of my slit and teases my button with precise, circular motions.
The change happens quickly inside me. It’s like a plane engine spinning up, getting ready for takeoff.
Whatever he’s doing to me is changing me, invoking emotions I never thought possible.
I want to reach down and touch him so badly, but as he moans into me, the vibrations from his throat send me soaring, and all I can do is grab the sheets as my body takes over.
All the air escapes my lungs, and my stomach knots as indescribable pleasure hits me like a truck. I feel a splash of moisture from my sex, mirrored by the slickness of his lips and chin.
I’d be self-conscious if I had any ability to think—but I don’t.
All I can do is ride it out as Ryker holds me down on the bed, his strong hands clasping my hips, and keeps his tongue right where it needs to be.
Right where it belongs.
“Fuck,” I finally manage to curse as I begin to regain a sense of being.
My heart is pounding, along with a feeling of something I can’t explain.
He actually got me there this time. No denial, no pulling back. And as he rises up above me and reaches for his pants, it becomes clear.
He isn’t planning on stopping.
When they come down, I find myself staring at the first penis I’ve ever seen. And it’s huge.
His scent is drilling itself through my nostrils and into my lungs. I’m tingling all over and gasping for breath. Oh, lord, my blood pressure must be through the roof right now.
“Time to spread that little pussy open, princess,” he growls, leaning down over me.
I feel the tip of his cock against my hole. This is it.
I jump back, squeezing my legs together.
“What are you doing?” He frowns.
“What? Uh, nothing,” I stammer, pulling my pants up and sliding off the bed. My legs nearly give out from under me as I try to stand. I’m trembling all over, barely even able to catch my breath.
“I thought you wanted to have sex.” He sounds annoyed, like I’ve intentionally tricked him. And it causes something inside me to rear its head.
“Yeah, well, you denied me, and now I’ve denied you,” I snap. “Now we’re even.”
“Are you fucking serious?” He leaps in front of me, blocking my path. He reaches out but stops himself and looks down. “See that? That’s what you did to me.”
I look down at his rock-hard erection. My whole body is on fire now. Unable to stop myself, I reach out and curl my fingers around his thick shaft.
“Now you’re gonna just get up and leave?” he asks.
“That’s right,” I snarl defiantly, trying to calm my heart as I stare into his eyes. With a deep breath, I let go of his arousal and push past him.
Only once my back is to him do I let myself smile.
His cock was hard, and I’m the one responsible for that.
I can hear him cursing me under his breath as I race from the room. Ryker may be bigger and stronger, but I’m a future queen.
This will go my way.