“Ryven?” Relief hits briefly but disappears just as fast.
“Shut your fucking mouth, rabbit,” he growls, hand clamping around my throat. “Right now, I’m just a faceless mask to you. Listen to what I fucking tell you if you want to get out of here.”
I can honestly say that I’m scared right now. I know he wouldn’t hurt me, but that doesn’t mean he’ll stop them. Would he stop it, or would he just watch?
He kneels between my legs, and from what I can see, he’s swiveling in all directions, keeping the other members at bay. “Leave!” he roars, but the men just look at him, tilting their heads in confusion.
“We want to play too,” one of them says and takes another step closer to me.
Ryven stands and gets into a defensive position. I don’t dare move a muscle as he yells at his men again. “I said to fucking leave. Now! This one is mine. No one touches her.”
I don’t know why, but I feel a tingle between my legs at him claiming me, and I hate myself for it. Even in the midst of danger, he claims me as his own.
Footsteps begin to sound as people start to retreat back to the church, leaving Ryven and the other man who voiced his opinion earlier.
“Wes, I said to fucking leave,” Ryven growls at the man.
Instead of listening, he takes another step toward me. Then, before I know it, the man kneels next to me and lifts my head up from the ground. I yank my face away from him, but he grips the back of my head.
He brushes my hair out of my face and says, “I can’t wait to see my cum on your face while you are bleeding out.” Then he uses my head as leverage and stands to stare off at Ryven. My stomach threatens to retch. This is what they really are.
After only a moment, he huffs and walks back toward the church.
After he walks away, my entire body is shaking. For the first time, I realize just how close I came to dying tonight. If Ryven wasn’t here, I wouldn’t have made it out.
Chapter 17
Ryven
Once it’s just me and her, Ro turns on me, bucking her hips in the air to get me off of her. She shoves against me. “What the fuck was that, Ryven?” A little growl leaves her lips and I can’t help that my cock jolts at the sound. “You could’ve gotten me killed.” Her voice is softer now. Like she’s really taking in what just happened.
I pinch the bridge of my nose and lean back, letting some of my weight off of her body. “I told you to run,” I snap. “You shouldn’t have come here.”
She tries to sit up, but I push her back down. I shouldn’t be touching her right now. Not after what just happened. But I can’t help myself. If she wants to play in my woods, then she will get what she deserves. I position myself between her legs and lift her so her back is against my chest.
Bringing my hand to her neck, I whisper in her ear. “Little Rabbit,” I purr. “You know better than to step onto my land.” I squeeze a little harder around her neck and grind my erection into her ass. “What made you so stupid tonight? What made you come back to me?”
She huffs out a breath but doesn’t try to wiggle from my grasp. That’s a good sign. I know she likes the chase, maybe even more than I do.
“I needed to see you,” she moans as I grope her breast with my free hand.
“And what did you need to see me for?” I slowly travel my hand along her torso and slip into the front of her jeans. “Are you going to be wet, Little Rabbit? Or did the chase scare you?”
She shakes her head as much as she can in this position, and when I dip my fingers between her folds, I shouldn’t feel relief. But I do. She’s soaked, in fact. I think she liked the chase a little too much.
“That’s not for you,” she growls, grinding back anyway.
I shove her down, ass in the air, clothes in my fist. Slipping my fingers inside her, I say, “Oh, it isn’t? Maybe it was Westley. I guess I could call him back over here to satisfy you.” I fingerfuck her quick and hard until she squirts down the front of my jeans and cries out.
“I’m sure he would do it better than you anyway!” she shouts, pushing against my hand, wanting more movement.
I smack her ass hard, and she whines. “You want it rough, rabbit? Right here in the dirt—like the filthy thing you pretend you aren’t?”
She shoves her pussy against my fingers and screams, “Yes!”
I unzip my pants and position myself at her center. I thrust inside her, harder than I mean to. Like I’m trying to prove something. To her. Or myself. Or the members who still lurk in the shadows right now.
“Ryven!” she bellows into the dirt.
