“You know what to do to stop me.”
“I don’t want to stop,” I pant. “Harder.”
He groans, my plea shattering his last restraint, and he pounds into me, hard and painful.
“Touch yourself,” Ryder growls. “I want to see you fucking yourself with your fingers.”
I slide my arm beneath me and push two fingers into my dripping pussy, fucking myself in tandem with him.
“No,” he says, then hands me the vibrator. “Use this.”
I push it in, and my eyes roll back in my head. I’ve never been so full. So stretched.
It’s too much, it’s too good. I can’t take it.
When I come again, my orgasm is more powerful than ever.My body contorts as I bite the sheet, moaning and screaming. “Ryder!”
“Fuck, baby, fuck,” Ryder shouts behind me, and with a guttural, primal groan, he comes undone.
His hot release fills me, overflows, and as he pulls out, it drips down my thighs
We collapse. Ryder lies down beside me and I bury my face in his chest.
“Are you okay, Little Trouble? Was I too rough?” he whispers in my ear. “You’re shaking.”
“No. It was perfect.”
“Yes, it was.”
Twenty-One
RYDER
Moonlight spills across the room, casting long shadows that dance with the swaying palm fronds outside. We’re getting ready for bed, sharing shy smiles as we move around each other in a dance of newfound intimacy.
The chirp of her phone shatters the moment. I lean over, snagging it from the nightstand. I’m about to hand it to her when the message on the screen stops me cold.
The silent witness.
What the fuck?
My blood turns to ice. Every muscle in my body tenses, years of training kicking in.
“What’s wrong? What does it say?” Cora’s voice trembles as she reaches for the phone. I pull it back, my protective instincts warring with her right to know.
“It’s another message, isn’t it?” Her voice rises, panic edging in. She sits up, clutching the sheet to her chest. Herblue eyes widen. In the moonlight, she looks fragile, like the porcelain doll the stalker calls her, but I know she isn’t. She’s strong.
“He sent another one, right? Don’t lie to me, Ryder.”
I nod, jaw clenched so tight it aches. I want to shield her from this, to take on all her fear and pain myself. But I can’t. She deserves the truth, no matter how much it hurts.
“Read it,” she demands.
I take a deep breath, steeling myself. “I haven’t forgotten you, porcelain doll. I watch you every day. You won’t have protection forever. The silent witness.”
Cora pales, the little color she had draining from her face. Her eyes dart around the room as if expecting the stalker to materialize from the shadows. “He’s watching me? Is he here? Did he follow us to Hawaii?”
I shake my head, reaching out to cup her face. Her skin is cold beneath my palm, and she’s trembling. “No. He’s bluffing. If he knew where you were, he’d include specifics to prove it. This is vague bullshit meant to scare you.”
