“This doesn’t mean anything,” I whispered, using his presence to anchor myself to right now rather than dwell on thewhat if. That was Ryder’s superpower, the way he could silence everything inside my head until the only thing that existed was him.
His laugh echoed around me, husky and dark before his grip on my hair tightened just slightly, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “If you’re trying to convince yourself, you should at least try to sound convincing.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
“You’re the one trembling, blondie. Not me. You see, I know exactly what this is… and what it isn’t. But I also know I can make you come so hard you’ll forget your own name.”
My pulse spiked. “You’re delusional.”
His free hand spread my thighs, angling me forward until I could feel his cock slipping between, and I hated the way my breath caught. How I had to fight the moan crawling up my throat as his piercing grazed against my clit.
“You want me to stop?” he asked quietly, and I hesitated, caught between reason and want, between everything screaming that this was a bad idea… and the part of me that didn’t seem to care. He chuckled darkly. “That’s what I thought.”
“Ryder…” I whispered, but again, I wasn’t sure what I was asking.
He shifted his hips, the heavy heat of him sliding deliberately against me, slow, teasing until he pressed right where I was aching. “You say you don’t want this… but you’re soaked.”
“You’re insufferable.”
“And you’re still standing here.” His fist in my hair pulled my head back, curving my spine at the same time he flexed his hips?—
And finally thrust inside me.
The sharp sting at my scalp, paired with the deep, aching stretch, tore a cry from my throat, and Ryder groaned.
“Fuck, you’re killing me here.”
He shifted back, and the ache of his loss was immediate before he thrust forward again, this time sinking even deeper.
“Look how well you’re taking me,” he growled, waiting for me to stretch around his size. His piercing was cooler than my skin, stroking my inner walls in a way I’d never experienced before. “Such a good girl.”
If Ryder didn’t have a fist in my hair, I was pretty sure I would’ve collapsed, every part of my body aching, desperate for release. My clit throbbed as I felt his cock pulse inside me, impatient. On instinct, I tightened around him, a silent, breathless plea for him to stop teasing and just finish what he started.
He exhaled something close to a growl, and then without warning he pulled out, only to drive forward in one, hard, punishing motion. I gasped, eyes squeezing shut as the sensation hit me like a wave, every nerve ending lit up and raw.
Fuck!
He moved with a relentless rhythm, each motion deliberate, precise, almost punishing in its control. My release hit hard, fierce enough to steal my voice and leave me shaking and raw. I pulsed around him, Ryder continuing to move, drawing out the pleasure until it bordered on pain.
And he hadn’t even touched my clit.
Fucking hell.
Ryder chuckled, as if aware of precisely how he was affecting me, his hand releasing my hair only to push me forward. I cried out, the angle forcing me to take him deeper.
“Such a needy little cunt,” he whispered, his fingers reaching down to finally stroke against my clit, and I was gone.
This time I couldn’t hold it back, my second orgasm surging through me with the force of a hurricane. Not even the water could drown out my scream, my body convulsing as Ryder finally groaned, pulling out until I felt the hot jets of his cum on my skin.
I collapsed against the cool tiles, my legs shaking, my breath coming in jagged, uneven bursts. My body was trembling, wrecked in the best and worst ways, and then Ryder leaned in, his breath hot against my ear.
“See? Told you I’d make you forget your own name.”
Chapter 34
Violet
What the fuck was I doing?
