Chapter 25
Ryven
I really wish she would keep her mouth shut. I crash my mouth onto hers, forcing her lips apart with my tongue. If she wants to speak even when she shouldn’t, then I’ll force her to open for me whenever I please.
My fist tangles in her hair, and she moans into my mouth. My nerves feel like they’re pulled tight after the encounter.
I push on her shoulders, forcing her to her knees. She looks at me with wide eyes as she parts her lips for me once more. I unzip my pants and thrust inside her mouth without warning. I’ll take what I want, and she’ll like it.
“Filthy little rabbit,” I growl. “So damn dirty.” Using the back of her head, I shove her further on my cock. I suck in air through my teeth, grunting as she strokes her tongue along the side. Then, I snatch the hair at the nape of her neck and ram it down her throat.
“Do you want to choke on my cock tonight, Rabbit?” I pull out a little, so she can catch her breath and then slam inside.
Her eyes widen, and she nods slightly. She wants this. A low hum comes from her throat each time I thrust inside.
“Spread your legs,” I command, grunting as she spreads them wide. “Good girl, now slip your hand inside the front of your jeans for me.”
She hesitates for a moment, but undoes her button and slides her hand inside.
Her eyes close when she dips her fingers lower, and this causes me to lose my pace. She is gorgeous when she pleasures herself, always has been.
I increase the pace once more and command her to play with herself. “You’d better come before I finish using your throat. Or you’ll leave with nothing.”
As I pump in and out of her mouth, she furiously flicks her clit until her body stills and then shudders. I drag my cock out of her throat to let her catch a much needed breath. I wipe the tears from her eyes and help her up.
Then I lift her into my arms and sit on the fountain next to us. “Ride me.”
As she slides off of my legs to remove her pants, I move my jeans out of the way as well. Then she climbs on top, hovering over me.
She glances around, nerves flickering in her eyes. I smack her cheek—light but sharp. When she sets her smoldering eyes on mine, I smirk.
“When I’m this close to being inside you, your eyes better be on mine, filthy Rabbit.”
Without any warning, she grabs my cock and takes it from root to tip insider her pussy.
I groan in pleasure and throw my head back. “Fuck—you feel like heaven, baby.”
She doesn’t even give me time to recoup before she fucks me like this is the last time. She grips the back of my neck and forces my face into her chest as she pounds herself on top of me.
I’m so close I can almost taste it. I grab her hips and help guide her back and forth at a quicker pace until my release is right at the edge. “Ah fuck, baby. I’m going to come,” I moan, gripping her ass tighter.
An orgasm hits, and my entire body stills, but she doesn’t. She keeps furiously milking me until I beg her to stop.
When her orgasm hits, she rides it out with one last shudder and a breathless curse. She climbs off of me with a smirk and puts her pants on. “How is that for full attention on you?” she asks.
I chuckle and tug her wrist, causing her to fall on my lap. With my face in her hair I say, “That was perfection.” Then I look at her and smile, cupping her cheek. “You are perfection.”
Those words make crimson appear on her cheeks, and I can’t help but love it.
“You keep saying shit like that, and I’ll forget we’re supposed to be broken.”
After spending time in each other’s arms, Rory returns to her headquarters to meet with Jennifer, and I go to my house to freshen up. When I step out of the shower, I notice my bedroom door is open, even though I shut it before getting inside.
I grab my pistol from the bedside table and point it out into the hallway. “Do you want to get fucking shot? Or are you just that stupid?” I call into the hall.
I’m met with a chuckle and a clanking of a glass from my living room. I wrap the towel around my waist and aim my weapon down the hall as I march toward the room. When I turn the corner, I’m met with a pair of eyes I wasn’t expecting to be in my home—Westley.
I sigh and put my gun on the table nearby. “What the hell are you doing in my house?”
He shrugs and takes a sip of my alcohol. “I have something I need to ask you.”
I motion for him to continue and take a seat on a nearby chair.
He takes another large sip and sits it on the table in front of him. “What’s your deal with the girl from the rebellion?”
I raise my brow. “What do you mean?”
He smirks. “Don’t play coy, Ryven. I saw the way you attempted to protect her from us.”
Of course, he did. I try and play it off. “She’s just an old friend, is all.”
“An old friend, huh? Is that why I watched you fuck her after we left on the fountain?”
His smirk makes me want to punch him square in the jaw. How dare he watch us do anything? I shrug. “Did you enjoy the show?” My chest constricts, and I roll my shoulders. I can’t show him this conversation is bothering me.
He nods slowly. “I did, thank you. Maybe you’ll share your pussy?”
Blood boils to the surface, and I clench my fists. “Why in the hell would I want to share some pussy with you?”
He shrugs. “Because she has a nice ass, and I want a taste. Isn’t it obvious?”
I clear my throat. “Well, I don’t like to share, Westley. You know this.”
He nods. “Maybe I’ll find her on my own and see what she has to offer.”
This conversation is getting out of hand. I quickly get up from my chair and stand in front of him. Looking at him, casually sitting on my couch without a care in the world, only pisses me off more.
“Rory is mine. If you lay a single hand on her head, I’ll fucking gut you.”
He pushes my hand away and chuckles then he stands from the couch. “I don’t understand the allure of her, Ryven. I mean, she isn’t even that good-looking.”
He moves to the fireplace and picks up the first photo on the mantle.
It’s a picture of me with the rest of the cult members and our masks on.
I glance at the picture on the end of the mantle.
It’s of me, Ro and Joey from highschool.
Westley was there when Joey was sacrificed, so I’m sure he’ll recognize him in the picture.
I inch closer to it with the intent of pulling it from the shelf but his hand lands on it before I get close enough.
“What do we have here?” he questions, pulling it closer to his face and wiping the dust off of the picture. After a moment, his eyes widen, and he looks over at me. “So that’s the connection.”
I raise my brow. “What do you mean?” Fuck.
He holds it out to me. “She’s Joey’s sister.
That‘s why you try to keep her a secret. She was the runner’s sister!
” He slams the picture frame onto the ground with a loud crash.
“You’re sleeping with the runner's sister. Just wait until Cedric hears about this. You’ll no longer be the golden boy. ” If he talks, I’m dead.
I tackle him to the ground with a racing heart.
No more talking. Cedric can’t know my secret.
Not now. Not when I’m this close to succeeding.
We scuffle on the floor, and both of us flail our bodies to get the other one pinned.
My towel falls free, leaving me naked and wrestling with a man.
I groan at the thought of what we must look like right now.
He swings and lands a punch to the side of my head. Dazed, I hesitate for only a moment before regaining control. I scramble my legs around his, until I get him on his back and straddle him. I slam my fist into his face over and over again until his body goes limp and he no longer moves.
Pushing off his chest, I grab my towel and stand.
Great, now I have another body to get rid of. And this one matters.