“Maybe,” he muttered, his fingers brushing over my skin before I bucked, trying to throw him off. His fingers stiffened, pining me down. “Stay still.”
“Or what?” I sneered, no longer fighting the urge to hit him. I didn’t care that I was touching him, breaking one ofhisstupid rules. I kicked wildly, reaching up to scratch and punch. I even managed to twist myself free, landing on top of Ryder before he quickly flipped us back, my legs spreading automatically as he pressed me down onto the mattress.
He caught my wrists, locking them in one of his handsabove my head. “Or I’ll show you my favourite kink, and we both know how much you like to explore kinks.”
He pressed forward, his hard cock nudging against my opening even through the barrier of denim.
I bit back a moan, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.
He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. “Or maybe that’s what you want?”
I bared my teeth in a snarl. “I hate you.”
“And yet your cunt weeps for me.” He rolled his hips, and this time I let out a hiss. “Hate kink, I’ll add that to your list.”
“What do you want, Ryder?” I groaned, debating how hard I could hurt him before he’d let me go.
“I want to know why you went to Roman and not me,” he asked, his lips pressing against the side of my throat.
“It doesn’t?—”
He bit me, hard enough that I knew it would mark.
“Stop it!” I growled.
“Not until you tell me what you asked for.” His free hand pinched my nipple through the T-shirt, causing my back to bow. “And why him and not me?”
I hesitated, pulse hammering as the question hung between us.
Ryder’s quiet laugh brushed against my skin. “Oh, blondie, you really do like testing me, don’t you?” Before I could answer, he pulled up my T-shirt until it caught against my wrists, twisting the fabric and pinning them above my head.
The angle pushed my breasts up, and Ryder immediately leaned down to suck a nipple into his mouth, teasing the tip with his teeth.
“Ryder!” I tugged at my hands, and while the fabric stretched a little, I was stuck attached to the bedframe.
“No underwear,” he mused. “It’s like you’re begging to be fucked.” His fingers drifted down, stroking over my folds before two fingers pressed unapologetically inside.
A sound escaped me before I could stop it, and Ryder answered with a low, rough groan.
“So fucking wet.” He pumped his fingers a few times, curving them up until they brushed the spot inside me that had me whimpering. “So helpless.”
“Ryder, please,” I begged, not sure what I was begging for.
For him to stop? Or for him to push me past the point of thinking altogether?
“Why did you go to Roman?” His thumb flicked against my clit.
“Because he can keep mum safe,” I managed to say through gritted teeth.
Ryder paused, removing his fingers and sitting back with a sneer. “What did you give him in exchange?”
I met his gaze, my lips pressed tight together. With a click of his tongue, Ryder flipped me over, the fabric tightening further as it twisted. He guided me up onto my knees, one hand firm between my shoulder blades, pressing me down until I bent forward.
The position left me bare, exposed while he hovered above me.
Completely in control.
My breath stuttered when I heard the zipper, the mattress moving slightly as he removed his clothes. Then he positioned himself behind me.
