He pulls back far enough to stare down at me, emotion sparkling in the amber pools. “You haven’t since…”
I shake my head. “I’m on the pill. I take it for my cycle, but I never miss a day.”
Ryker bites down on his bottom lip, his hips pressing forward until he’s notched at my entrance again. “I don’t think I can be gentle.”
“I don’t want you to be.”
“You’re fucking perfect,” he groans. “Hold on tight, Siren.”
I barely get a chance to do as he says before he slides inside me. The stretch is painful, and I can’t help but bury my face in his neck as my body gets used to the feeling of him.
He’ssomuch bigger than any of my toys, and I can barely breathe with him filling me like this.
“You take me so well, Chloe,” he moans as a cold breeze whips around us, but I don’t feel it.
I can’t.
Not when his much larger frame covers mine and my body is overheating with need.
Ryker kisses up the side of my throat, nipping and sucking as he goes before he reaches my lips and takes them in a way I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed before.
He devours me in frantic kisses, his teeth biting down on my lips and driving me higher without his hips needing to move until I can barely remember my own name, let alone the fact we’re being watched.
“Please,” I sob. “I need you to move. I need you to fuck me.”
“Such filthy words for my dirty little whore.”
I never thought I’d like to be degraded by an intimate partner. I’ve read about it, and sure, it’s hot in a book, but in real life? I thought I’d fucking hate it.
And yet my heat clenches around him, tearing a moan from the both of us.
“Oh, you like being my little whore, Siren? The next time I fuck you, I’m going to take my time bringing you to the edge overand over again until all you can think about is how badly you need to come. You’ll be a begging little mess, and when I finally take pity on you and fuck you, you’ll fucking explode.”
“Oh fuck.”
“There you go, baby. Relax for me. You ready for me to fuck you now?”
I nod frantically, my need to come so strong I’m lost in the fog of desire.
Ryker doesn’t waste another second before withdrawing until just the head of his cock rests inside me, and then he slams forward with so much power he knocks the air from my lungs, driving me closer to the edge.
“Ryker,” I cry.
“That’s it, Siren. I fucking love hearing my name when I fuck you.”
He lifts me higher as he drives into me like a man possessed, every thrust harder than the last.
It’s safe to say I’ve never been fucked like this, and I’m going to be sore for a few days.
Worth it.
Suddenly I remember Ronan and flick my attention to the dark corner he’s standing in. He’s so perfectly concealed you probably wouldn’t notice him if you weren’t attune to him the way I am. The consequence of spending every single day of our lives together for eighteen years.
I can’t make out his expression, but the way his hands are fisted at his sides make it pretty clear how he feels about the show we’re putting on.
Guilt eats away at me right alongside the pleasure, but this has to happen. He needs to know there’s no chance of reconciliation, not least because his father and brother both want me dead.
It’s too late for us.
