Pushing the delicate fabric of my underwear aside, he slidestwo thick fingers deep inside, making me gasp and arch against the wall.
“Oh my god,” I whimper as his thumb finds my clit, pressing against it in tight, wet circles.
His fingers pump deeper, curling to hit the perfect spot inside as his eyes lock with mine. “You still think you’re imagining me now, kitten?” He increases the pace, the delicious friction making me dizzy with need. “Does this feel real enough for you? Or do you need more proof?”
There’s no way I can answer. I can barely breathe as he keeps working me with his thick, talented fingers. My hips buck against his hand, chasing the building pressure threatening to consume me.
“Answer me or I’ll stop,” he growls, fingers pumping faster, voice dark and commanding. “Am I real, Noia?”
“Yes,” I gasp, clinging to his shoulders as my legs threaten to give out. “Yes, you’re real.”
His eyes are dark with hunger as he watches my face, gauging every reaction. “And this?” He presses harder against my clit, making me cry out. “Is this real too?”
“Yes, yes! Fuck—don’t stop. Please!”
Capturing my mouth again, he swallows my cries as he works me closer to the edge. My entire body is trembling, teetering on the precipice of what is sure to be the biggest orgasm of my life.
When he pulls away, he flashes a victorious smile as he drops to his knees, shoving my dress up around my waist. “Good, girl. Now I’m going to devour you.”
“Rye, wait—” My protest dies when his mouth replaces his thumb, his tongue flicking and circling my clit while his fingers continue their relentless assault.
My hands curl in his hair and he moans against me, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body.
“Come on, kitten. Let yourself fall,” he murmurs. “I’ll be here to catch you.”
The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, crashing over me with so much intensity that I scream, my legs trembling as he works me through it, not letting up until I’m gasping and tugging at his hair.
When he finally pulls away, he looks up at me, mouth glistening with my arousal.
“That was...” Panting, unable to find the right words, I close my eyes.
“Just the beginning,” he finishes, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “But only if you want it to be.”
The vulnerability in his eyes catches me off guard. Despite his cocky exterior, he’s giving me an out—a chance to slow things down.
“I—I’m sorry, Ryder. But I think we should call it a night.”
His face goes from tender to hard in a span of seconds.
EIGHTEEN
ryder
I wantto pull her back against me and finish what we started. Slide my hands back under her little red dress, pin her back up against the wall and break down every one of her carefully constructed barriers.
But instead, I shove my hands deep in my pockets, giving her the out she so desperately needs.
“You know...” she says, adjusting her dress back into place. “You could just be a better actor than I thought.”
I know she doesn’t mean to gut me with those words, but they land anyway.
“We just talked about this and you agreed. Nothing about me or what I’m doing is fake.” And that’s the part that scares the shit out of me. “I promised I was going to do everything I can to help you, didn’t I?”
I wasn’t made to feel like this. I wasn’twrittenfor this. I’m the dirty fantasy. The fictional escape.
But there she is, standing before me in that goddamn red dress, looking like every ache I never knew I had, but now wanted.
So I do the only thing I can—drop the charm and let her see what’s really underneath.
