Manhandling me, he rolled one of my nipples between his thumb and index finger and then pinched the over-sensitized tip. “No, your life was ruined long before you met me.” He growled next to my ear like the predatory jaguar I’d imagined him to be minutes earlier. “I’m the first honest voice in your life.” He clutched my hips tight, rocking them mercilessly against his erection. My anger melted into intoxicated desire.
“No, you’re a bastard. I don’t want anything to do with you.” As the dishonest words spilled from my mouth, I cursed the traitorous throbbing sensation roaring unchecked through my nerve endings, connecting them in an intricate web of desire. His fingertip glided the entire length of my entrance back and forth and around and around, teasing me, massaging me. Moans and groans tumbled unbidden from my mouth, saying more about my sick, conflicted need for him than words ever could.
“Your mouth lies even as your body screams the truth.” He slid one finger inside my pulsing sex, and my hips undulated, blooming like a flower under the warm afternoon sun. My body didn’t lie. I wanted him.
“No,” I said, but the word sounded more like a greedy moan than a protest. My mind had already escaped the confines of my head, flying high on the endorphins pumping through my veins. I pushed my ass against his hands, needing more than his finger. I craved the feel of him inside of me again. I’d only had him once, and alcohol clouded the memory. I needed to know if being with him was as good as I remembered, and if it wasn’t, maybe I’d stop wanting him.
“You sure about that?” he questioned as he plunged another finger inside of me and then pulled it out, smearing my wetness along the outside of my sex.
“I can’t—I don’t know,” I stammered, the haze of my desire obscuring my vision, shifting my focus inward.
“Yes or no? Do you want to feel me inside you again?” He growled, his voice rough and uncultivated. A tremor of unease coiled low in my belly, stopping me from answering, my body already told him everything he needed to know. I couldn’t verbalize the treason splintering my soul.
His free hand fumbled with his belt buckle. Within seconds, his hard cock slid against my entrance, burning the last dangling thread of my inhibitions. Trembling with desire, I pushed back against him, thirsting for the rapture promised in every taunting twitch and slippery slide of his cock.
“Answer me.” A cracking sound echoed through my ears as his open palm made contact with my ass. Air exploded out of my lungs and my body shook with disbelief.
“What the fuck?” I screamed, more from confusion than discomfort, as I dove forward, scrambling on my hands and knees away from him.
He lurched forward, easily capturing me before I managed to put more than a few inches between us. His fingers bit into the tender skin around my hips, so tight and punishing, he’d probably add more bruises to the black, blue, and red collage on my tattered body.
“Yes or no?” he repeated, sliding inside of me barely an inch before pulling out again.
I gasped as a jolt of pure, mind-numbing bliss boomeranged through the walls of my aching sex. Ryker played my body like Evan couldn’t have dreamed of doing, and it simultaneously made me want to kill him and have sex with him. “You can’t make me answer you. This is your fucking game. Play it. Show me what you’ve got. What’s your next move, Ryker?”
His hand shot under my shirt, and he twisted my nipple, almost as though he wanted to discipline me for my defiance, or tear the words he wanted to hear from my body. Unfortunately, it only made me greedier…wetter.
“Play your role. I’m playing mine,” he shot back, his voice vibrating like a lover’s caress along my heated, hyper-sensitive skin. He slid the tip of his cock along my sex, never penetrating, just back and forth. With each delicious stroke, my mind buckled under the weight of my mounting desire. Awash in a madness and hunger unlike anything I’d ever experienced, any remaining decency and morality dissolved into nothingness. My future withered like a grape on a vine. I didn’t care what happened to me anymore. I didn’t care if he ever let me go. I just wanted him…inside me, around me, all over me right now. I could debate the consequences later.
“Then, fuck me. That’s what this is about, right? You want to control me, bend me to your will. Do it.”
He didn’t move for one strung out second, and my mind tilted with horror. Was this another one of his mind fucks? Make me mindless with need—then walk away? My stomach flipped. White-hot fury tumbled with my desire, creating a whirlwind of rioting emotions.
“Is that a yes?” he snapped.
“Yes.”
He didn’t wait more than a second. He pushed inside, possessing me with one bone-jarring thrust. For a dizzying beat of time, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. I tried to catch my breath as my mind wrapped around his invasion.
“Move,” I hissed through my teeth when I gathered my shattered wits.
He grunted in acknowledgment, and the vibrations rolled one after another from his body to mine as though I were an extension of him. “I like it when you’re greedy.”
I didn’t want to answer, because right then he pulled out and thrust into me again. A prism of fireworks erupted behind my eyelids. I bit my lip trying to stifle my greedy moan, but it was too loud, and he felt too good. Hiding from reality wasn’t an option.
“Did you miss this?”
“I can’t miss something I only had once.” It was a lie. I missed it. I wanted it. I craved it. My hips rocked back to meet his.
“Is that your way of asking me for more?” he taunted.
“Fuck you. I still hate you.”
“That would make everything easier if it were true.” He moved harder, faster, and my control frayed. The crude sound of our grunts and slapping skin bounced off the trees, magnifying them. Small ripples of pleasure danced through my body just out of reach, haunting me, mocking me.
Wildly seeking my release, I grinded against him. He bent over my back until his breath whispered along the fine hairs of my neck, fanning the flames of my arousal. Moans and whimpers collided, bending and twisting into a coordinated symphony of destruction. With every thrust, he moved deeper and deeper, pounding into me relentlessly. I rode the sharp edge between heaven and hell, and I was sure I’d die if I didn’t come soon. I struggled against the tide of lust, toying with the idea of denying myself, but it was too much. He was too much. Some fucked up twist of fate and chemistry made me hunger for him like no other.
“Are you ready? Do you want to come?” he whispered next to my ear through heavy pants.
Instead of answering, I moaned, nodding my head and silently praying it would be enough. He slowed his thrusts until he stopped moving and then he slid out of me. I wanted to rip my hair out. The ripples turned into tremors and then my whole body shook, craving my release like a seasoned junkie on a desperate hunt for my next fix. “Please,” I said, my voice a shattered plea. “You can’t stop yet. I need this. I need you.” Holy shit…it was the truth. I couldn’t lie. Decorum and ethics had long disappeared from the forefront of my mind.