I slide down between her legs, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her arousal mixed with Dominic’s release. My mouth waters at the sight—her pink flesh swollen and glistening, marked by both of them now.
“There’s a delicious feast waiting for me right here,” I murmur, running my fingers along her inner thighs. “And I’m not about to let Dominic’s cum go to waste.”
I glance up at Dominic and wink, my meaning clear. His eyes widen, and a flush creeps up his neck. His cock, which had begun to soften after his release, visibly twitches back to life. That reaction alone makes me harder than I already was.
There’s something intensely erotic about the power dynamic shifting between us—about making the always-in-control Dominic Vega squirm with just the suggestion of tasting where he’s been.
Cora whimpers above me, her hips shifting restlessly in her restraints. She’s overstimulated but still hungry for more. We’veawakened something wild and insatiable within her that’s been locked away for too long.
“Please,” she whispers, and I’m not sure if she’s begging me to stop or continue.
I lower my mouth to her heat. The first taste is a heady mixture—her sweetness blended with his salt. I let out an appreciative groan that vibrates against her sensitive flesh.
I take my time with her, my tongue moving in gentle circles, nothing like the frenzy of what came before. The way she sighs tells me this is what she needs—tenderness after Dominic’s intensity. I hold her thighs with just enough pressure to steady her trembling legs, my thumbs drawing small circles against her skin.
“That’s it,” I whisper against her wetness. “Just feel, princess. Nothing else matters right now.”
Her breathing changes, becomes more ragged as I work her toward another climax. When she starts to tense, I slide two fingers inside her, curling them forward. She comes with a soft cry, her back arching off the bed despite the restraints, her eyes finding mine in surprise at the gentleness of her release.
I rise up, positioning myself between her legs, and slide inside her with one slow, deep thrust. The sensation nearly undoes me—she’s impossibly tight, wet, and perfect around me. I establish a rhythm that’s nothing like the punishing pace Dominic set. This is slow, deep, deliberate.
“Fuck,” I breathe, mesmerized by the way she takes me.
That’s when I notice them—purplish marks on her ribs that have nothing to do with our rough handling. Finger-shaped bruises circle her upper arms, older than tonight. My stomach tightens with unexpected rage.
That fucker. The honorable Mayor Pike did this to his own daughter.
Our eyes lock as I move inside her, and something shifts between us. This isn’t just about revenge anymore. Not for me. There’s an intimacy I hadn’t anticipated, a connection I wasn’t looking for.
“You’re safe here,” I tell her softly, the words slipping out before I can stop them.
I’m vaguely aware of Dominic and Liam watching us, their hands stroking their cocks as they observe our connection. But it feels like Cora and I are in our own world. I brush hair from her face, my thumb lingering on her cheek.
“No one’s going to hurt you like that again,” I promise, knowing I shouldn’t but unable to help myself.
I lean down and capture her lips with mine. It’s not something we planned—kissing feels almost too intimate for what this is supposed to be. But I can’t help myself. Her mouth is soft, hesitant at first, then yielding. To my surprise, she kisses me back, her tongue meeting mine as a single tear slides down her cheek.
I taste the salt of it and pull back just enough to brush it away with my thumb.
“I’ve got you, princess,” I whisper against her lips. “I’ve got you now.”
It’s sweet and tender, this moment between us—completely at odds with why we’re here, with the restraints still binding her wrists and ankles, with Dominic and Liam watching our every move. Yet I can’t bring myself to break it as I continue to move inside her, my pace measured and deep.
Her breath catches with each thrust, her body tightening around me as she builds toward another release.
“Fuck me,” she murmurs into my ear, so quietly that only I can hear it. “Please, Ryder. Fuck me harder.”
My control snaps at her words. I grip her hips and drive into her with renewed purpose, giving her exactly what she’s asking for. Her back arches beneath me.
“That’s it,” I praise, watching her face contort with pleasure. “You’re taking me so well. Such a good girl.”
More words of praise fall from my lips as I thrust into her—telling her how perfect she feels, how beautiful she looks coming undone beneath me.
Her walls tighten around me as I thrust deeper, her body arching up to meet mine. The sight of her—flushed and desperate beneath me—is almost too much to bear.
“Ryder,” she moans, my name falling from her lips like a prayer. “Ryder, I’m coming.”
Her eyes lock with mine as she shatters, her entire body convulsing. The way she says my name—like I’m something more than her hunter—sends fire racing through my veins. Her inner walls pulse around me, gripping my cock in waves that pull me right to the edge.
