We’re too broken, and hurting him is the only way I can think to make him see that the way I do.
Ryker thrusts into me so hard pain radiates through my lower belly, but it only adds to my pleasure.
He chuckles against the shell of my ear. “Oh, you like a bite of pain, do you, baby? And here I was thinking you couldn’t get any more perfect.”
“Yes,” I cry out, my release so close I can almost taste it.
“You gonna come for me, Siren? I want to feel you milk me like the needy little slut you are.”
His dirty words are all I need to shove me over the edge into an orgasm that steals the breath from my lungs. Dark spots cloud my vision, and for a blissful moment, only the two of us exist.
The outside world fades, and blissful quiet surrounds us, making it feel like I can breathe for the first time in forever.
The fact we’re outside in a parking lot in the freezing cold ceases to mean anything as the sound of Ryker’s roar of release fills the quiet night, and a moment later he slumps over me, his breathing as choppy as mine as his cock twitches inside me.
I’m vaguely aware of retreating footsteps, but I couldn’t drag my eyes open even if I wanted to. I’m sated in a way I can’t ever remember being, and I allow myself long moments to enjoy just being.
Ryker’s lips press to my ear. “You get one chance to use me, Little Siren. But the next time I fuck you, there’ll be no going back. You’ll be mine, and there will be no escaping me.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
RONAN
NOW
My heart races in my ears, the scene I just witnessed playing over and over inside my head.
She knew I was there. If she cared about me even an ounce as much as I care about her, she would have made him stop. She would have done something to save me from watching her be fucked like a fucking animal against a car in the middle of the night.
I may not have been able to tear my eyes off them, but I couldn’t stand to stay and watch them in their afterglow.
Not when those are some of my favorite memories of Chloe.
Tangled in my sheets, her body flushed with pleasure, her eyes filled with love and adoration every time she met mine.
We would talk for hours, imagining a future, talking about our hopes and dreams in a way we couldn’t with anyone else.
It was all a dream, of course, because our lives were set out for us from the day we were born. We each had a duty to the family, and we were just lucky to be allowed to have one another.
At the time, I don’t know what I would have done if Dad ordered me to marry someone else, because I couldn’t even look at another woman without feeling a deep sense of guilt, let alone marry one.
Even after she left, it was years before I could stand to go on a date.
But it’s fucking clear to me that Chloe didn’t feel the same way. Because if she’d ever loved me even an ounce of how I love her, she wouldn’t have done that to me.
Bursting into the room, I flick the lights on and find Damon sprawled across his bed, thanking a god I don’t believe in that he’s at least wearing boxers.
The motherfucker loves sleeping naked, and I’m in no mood to see his junk right now.
He grumbles, pulling his pillow over his face, which I quickly tug away.
“Get up,” I snap.
He cracks an eye open, staring up at me like I’ve personally offended him. Which I kind of have because there are few things Damon values like he does his sleep.
“What’s crawled up your ass?” He lifts his head enough to look at the clock between the beds. “It’s three in the morning.”
“I just watched that asshole bodyguard fuck Chloe against her car.” I grind out the words, the image permanently etched behind my eyelids, ensuring that’s all I’ll see every time I close my eyes from now until forever.
