I don’t know whether it was my tone, or because her legs were no longer able to hold her weight, but she fell to the carpet, and I all but groaned at the innocence that looked up at me. Almost scared.
And fuck if that didn’t make her look even more breakable, more tempting.
“Open your mouth.”
Her lips parted, and I slipped the head of my cock against her tongue.
Christ. I had to squeeze my shaft just to stop from coming like some pimpled teenager at just this alone. Without being told, she wrapped those lips around me and sucked.
My restraint snapped, and I drove my hips forward, groaning as Violet gagged, struggling against the sheer size. I only pulled back enough to slam in deeper, forcing her to take every inch.
“Stick your tongue out. That’s it, love.”
She was a perfect little toy, crying, choking, and still taking everything I gave her. My thrusts were rough, punishing, each one driving the last of my anger straight into her tight throat. Tears streaked her cheeks, fuelling something dark and unhinged which only made me harder. Rougher.
Hands pressed against my denim-covered thighs, a deliberate choice because I wanted her stripped of everything. Bare, exposed, while I stayed clothed. In control.
Her nails dug in, pushing me away, and the instinct to flinch rose sharp and familiar. I forced it down, the rush of panic that came whenever someone tried to touch without permission.
Ifisted a hand in her hair to steady myself, using the motion as leverage, and she answered with a low, breathless moan. Her tongue dragging along the underside of my shaft, eyes glittering up at me through the blur of tears.
Beautiful, broken, and mine to ruin.
Fuck.
I came with a low groan, buried deep in her throat until she couldn’t breathe. I held her there, savouring the way she squirmed before finally pulling back and watching her gasp for air, my release spilling over her lips.
Chapter 28
Violet
I couldn’t move, and in all honesty, I didn’t want to. Drawing my knees to my chest, I pressed my chin against them, staring out at the city beyond the window. London was still going, people living their lives as if mine wasn’t swiftly falling apart.
You’d think I would be having a meltdown, but Ryder was frustratingly good at being a distraction. Enough to keep me steady, to clear my head, and allow me to figure out what came next.
Mum and I have faced our share of struggles, but we’ve always found a way through. This time wouldn’t be any different.
The bathroom door whispered open, and a wave of steam rolled into the room as Ryder stepped out. Droplets clung to his damp hair, sliding down his bare shoulders and chest. With his jeans slung low on his hips, he crossed the space between us with quiet ease and sank onto the carpet beside me, close enough that the heat of his skin reached mine.
We hadn’t exchanged a word since he used my mouth. His expression had been cold after, yet his gaze lingered onmy lips as if he might claim them again. I would’ve laughed at the contradiction if not for the humiliating truth that he’d just given me one of the most powerful orgasms of my life.
Which only made the guilt sink deeper, because while men were out there hunting my mum, I was in here on my knees, letting Ryder fuck my throat with one of the biggest dicks I’d ever seen in real life.
Which wasn’t something I’d thought I’d ever enjoy, the roughness, the dominance, the way he erased every thought until there was onlyhim.
But I did.
Daughter of the year right here.
Not to mention the piercing, which was cold against the heat of his skin. And that only made me wonder how it would feel inside me.
Stop it.
“You’re a lot more agreeable after an orgasm,” Ryder drawled, shattering the rare quiet between us. “Maybe we should make a habit of it.”
“I see you’re even more arrogant,” I muttered, sliding my eyes toward him.
He was leaning back, gaze fixed on the window as if he hadn’t just said the most infuriating thing. “Nonsense,” he chuckled. “I’ve always been this arrogant. Honestly, just look at me.”
