His thumb flicked over my nipple through the thin fabric, and I had to bite down on the moan clawing up my throat. His touch was confident and unapologetic, like he had every right to touch my body. To take without asking.
Shame twisted with heat at my own response. My body strung tight, thighs pressing together as if I could smother the ache building inside. I’d never reacted like this before. Probably because I’d neverhadthis before.
The men I’d been with were kind. Considerate. None of them had evertaken. None had ever made me feel like my body was alive, and every nerve was on fire.
“Open your mouth,” Ryder demanded, and I did so without thought, only realising when he chuckled. “Oh, blondie, we really need to explore this little kink of yours.” His thumb came up to press against my bottom lip, so I bit it.
Ryder hissed through his teeth, then laughed, a dark, fleeting sound before something dangerous flickered in his eyes. I barely had a second to react, let alone resist before his lips claimed mine. A kiss that was both insistent and unrelenting.
His tongue pressed forward, devouring me with a hunger no other man had ever dared.All his anger bled into me, every ounce of tension and frustration burning through that kiss, and I accepted it. Needed it, because at least it was something I understood. That I could actually control, even if it was just me giving into him.
A sharp pain, my lip throbbing where Ryder tugged itbetween his teeth. I moaned when he pulled back, my breathing heavy. “You’re such an arsehole,” I rasped.
“Really?” he mused, those fingers reaching down to stroke beneath my dress until they met the lace between my thighs. “Then maybe you can tell me why you’re so wet for me.”
Chapter 27
Ryder
I shouldn’t have kissed her.
I never fucking kiss, the act far too intimate. Too close when the women that came to my bed were nothing more than a warm body. Don’t get me wrong, they never left unsatisfied, and that was the main reason they always came back.
But I’d never crossed that imaginary line, never wanting them to believe they could be anything more.
It was a rule. The only thing I’d taken from my fucked-up upbringing was that a kissmeantsomething. Not even my mother kissed when she worked, telling me she could sell her body, but not her spirit.
So, no kisses. Ever. But for some reason my instinct was to press my lips to Violet’s. Hard. Hard enough to erase the fucking pity and panic that seemed to have her trapped in this twisted cyclone of emotions.
My cock ached, pressing against my zipper as punishment for breaking my own fucking rule. The bastard started twitching the moment she gave me attitude, and he pretty much did the full salute when shebitme.
“I’m not wet for you,” she groaned, the fabric between her legs soaked. “It’s just… a natural reaction.”
“Is it?” I raised a single brow, teasing my finger just beneath the lace where her skin was the softest. “Shouting must really get you off, then. You’ll have to show me how that works.”
Defiance lit her eyes, because of course she was bratty to the core. But then came the shiver that betrayed her, her body leaning into my touch even as she clung to her resistance.
Violet was like the perfect plaything, so responsive even as she fought it.
To prove a point, I snapped the lace clean off before circling her clit, and she all but collapsed, the evidence of her arousal dripping down her inner thighs.
“If you keep pushing me, I don’t know what I’ll do,” I warned, feeling my own notorious control fracture. I didn’t break, ever, and yet I was so angry I could taste the rage at the back of my tongue.
“You said you have no interest in hurting me,” she whispered, her pupils swallowing the green of her irises as she fought whatever internal conflict brewed within her.
“This is different.” I pressed closer, close enough that she could feel the evidence of my reaction through my jeans. “Besides, you like how good it feels.”
I dipped between her legs, not bothering to tease as I pressed two fingers inside her cunt.
“Ryder!” She clenched around me, squealing a little as I curled them to brush against her G-spot. She was so wet, her slick heat coating my hand almost obscenely.
“You took our fingers so sweetly, and now you’re aching to show me how well you’ll take my cock. Aren’t you?”
She tried to shake her head, but I ignored it, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm that kept her straining at the edgewithout ever letting her tip. She was like the world’s most beautiful instrument, her body and sounds easy enough to decipher. The way her breath hitched when I pushed deeper. The little growls of impatience when I slowed down to a tease, just to hear her cry.
She stiffened when I flicked her clit, her breath coming out in broken gasps even as she pressed against my hand keeping her wrists pinned above. Away from me.
“Beg me to make you come,” I demanded, and she all but came at my tone alone. So I pulled out, much to her frustration as she scowled up at me.
