She shattered around our hands, thighs clenching as if to keep our joined fingers deep inside. I didn’t stop moving, wanting to draw this out for as long as I could. It was only when she started to push me away that I stepped back.
Violet gasped, her breath breaking into shallow pants as she stared at our tangled hands. At the wet, glistening evidence of her release smeared across our fingers. Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I lifted them to my mouth and drew her first finger past my lips, sucking slow and deliberate.
She froze, wide-eyed, every nerve in her body lit from the drugs still flooding her system. Her legs shook, and her face was flushed, but she didn’t look away. Not even when I let her slick finger slip free, only to claim the next.
One by one, I cleaned us both, and I didn’t stop until all evidence of her orgasm was gone and her fucking taste was on my tongue.
Chapter 19
Violet
Mum’s arm tightened around my waist, pulling me closer until I could feel the steady rise and fall of her breathing against my back. I kept still, letting the warmth seep into me like a blanket. I couldn’t remember the last time mum actually hugged me. Probably when I was a little girl crying over a nightmare I didn’t understand. Or maybe when I scraped my knee.
I knew she loved me, even if physical affection wasn’t her way of showing it. Touch seemed to cost her something, like she had to wrestle herself just to lift a hand to my cheek. The only time she ever reached for me without hesitation was when she wanted to brush my hair, as if that small act was the one kind of intimacy she could give freely.
I wriggled back a little, wanting to embrace this moment for as long as possible. The hand on my waist pressed down. Firm, and almost possessive as it pulled me tighter against something solid.
I was sure mum never felt thisbig.Or hard.
“Keep that up, blondie, and you’ll wake up something else,” a low, sleepy chuckle whispered in my ear.
The sound jolted through me like an electric shock. Ilurched forward, flinging myself out of Ryder’s grasp. My arms shoved backward blindly, so hard that I tumbled off the mattress and hit the floor with a thud.
Behind me, Ryder laughed so hard it rocked the entire bed-frame.
He sat up, his smirk and dimples in place. “Morning,” he sang, and every single detail of the night before came rushing back.
“Oh my God,” I whispered, scrambling to my feet.
Ryder lounged back against the headboard, hands laced behind his head. He was dressed, thankfully, except for his chest. “Don’t look at me like that,” he mused. “I didn’t fuck you. Even though you begged for it.”
My cheeks were burning so bad, I half-expected to spontaneously combust. “You shouldn’t have touched me at all!”
“Correction, you touched yourself. I just… lent a hand.” His right brow arched, that infuriating smirk still in place.“At your insistence, might I add.”
Had I really dry humped Ryder like some horny teenager? Yes. Yes, I had.
Someone please bury me alive.
“You’re an arsehole.”
“Hey,” he said, raising his hands, palms out, like I was some wild animal. “You’re the one who assaultedme.”
“Trust me, it wouldn’t have happened if I wasn’t drugged. You’re not my type.”
“Please. I’m everyone’s type.” Ryder actually had the audacity to look offended.
My hands clutched at the hem of an oversized T-shirt. “Where’s my dress?”
Ryder tilted his head, gaze sliding to the shredded scraps of pink fabric on the floor. “Oh, that?” His dimples deepened. “Turns out you’re a menace when you’re horny.Absolutely feral. I’m lucky to be alive. Might even need hazard pay just for working with you.”
“Stop laughing! This isn’t funny!”
Ryder swung his long legs over the side of the bed. “You know, I’ve never had to wrestle a womanintoclothes before.”
“Ryder!” I groaned. “What happened? Why did I react like that?”
“You took some liquid E. Amongst some other drugs that I can’t remember the name of right now.”
