I nodded. “Okay, so why is this Dominic’s last job? And more importantly, when is your last job?”
“Mine was a few weeks back, so was Alec and Kane’s. We’ve been around the world doing jobs for Marco for a long time. We knew he never cared about Trent like an uncle should; he was just a pawn and his death at Damien’s hand worked out perfectly for him. He could control us, and make a lot of money off us, but we’re done. After Dominic’s last fight, we’re out.”
“Just like that?” I quizzed, not believing it could be that easy.
Ryder nodded. “He can’t force us to stay, we’ve done what he wants of us for years. The debt is re-paid. We’ve made him more money than Trent ever could have.”
I swallowed. “What if he tries to make you all stay workin’ for ‘im?”
The thought of Ryder leaving the country, leaving me, was too scary to think about.
“It won’t work out in his favour.” He stated. “We’re done, Branna. We want a life away from being under his thumb.”
That relieved me greatly.
“I’m glad,” I smiled, hoping I didn’t look as relieved as I felt. I didn’t want to freak him out by how devastated I would be if he ever left me.
Ryder took my face in his hands. “You are? After everything I just told you, you’re glad?”
I nodded. “I’m still tryin’ to wrap me head around it, but I understand you and your brothers’ so much better now, and I am so glad you’re gettin’ out of that life, because I don’t think I could take part in it if you didn’t.”
Ryder stood up and pulled me to my feet, then into his arms as he hugged me.
“I’m out,” he assured me. “And you’re mine. I told you my mentality is to protect what’s mine, and I can be very possessive.”
I hummed as he lowered his head and trailed kisses along my neck.
“How possessive?” I rasped.
He nipped at my skin. “Let me show you.”
“Ryder,” I breathed when he sucked on the spot below my ear.
His hold on my hips tightened.
“Wait, this isn’t fair,” I panted. “That’s a sensitive spot and—oh God.”
While I was speaking Ryder unzipped my dress and tugged on it until it fell to my ankles. He wasted no time in nudging my legs apart and putting his hands down my knickers where he instantly zeroed in on my pulsing clit.
“You were saying?” he rumbled as he lazily drew circles around the sensitive bud.
I gripped onto his shoulders and recited the Lord’s Prayer, but when he pinched my clit, my pleas to Heaven became audible.
“Jesus!” I cried out as I shamelessly rocked my hips and stroked my clit back and forth over Ryder’s fingers.
“Why do you talk to God so much when I touch you?” he mused, his fingers rubbing me to ecstasy faster. “He’s not going to save you from me, no one can stop me from making you scream when you come.”
His wicked words blended with the action of his fingers and sent me flying into ecstasy. I heard myself scream, and I heard Ryder’s name spill from my mouth, but it all sounded like background noise. My body was focused on the delicious pulses of bliss that filled me.
“I love your facial expressions when you come,” Ryder murmured in my ear before nipping at my earlobe with his teeth. “It’s sexy as fuck.”
I groaned when he removed his fingertips from my clit. I opened my eyes as he brought said fingers to his mouth, but before he could suck my juices from them, I grabbed hold of his hand and brought them to my mouth instead. Ryder’s eyes were wide as he watched my lips wrapped around his fingers. He hissed when I sucked, and used my tongue to lick them clean.
I hummed and released his fingers from my mouth with a pop.
“You’re right,” I smiled. “I do taste sweet.”
“Oh. My. Fucking. God.” Ryder whispered.
I tilted my head to the side.
“Why do you talk to God so much when I touch you?” I asked, mimicking his earlier tone.
“Because,” Ryder growled as he pressed against me. “He needs praise for creating a fine specimen such as yourself.”
My lips quirked. “Always the sweet talker.”
“You know me.” Ryder grinned.
Warmth surrounded me. “Yeah, I do know you.”
Ryder lost his grin and stared into my eyes before he lowered his head and covered my mouth with his. We kissed one another with a hunger, and before I knew it, I was lying naked on his bed, with his naked body hovering over mine. When he entered me, it felt like heaven, but quickly turned to torture when he ceased to move.
“Relax for me, sweetness,” Ryder murmured, his voice caressing me like physical touch. “I’ll take care of you.”
“I can’t,” I said breathlessly, opening my thighs wider for him. “You need to move.”
“I’ll move when I’m good and ready,” he rumbled.
His firm tone only teased my body further.
“You’re killin’ me, Slater,” I hissed. “Fuckin’. Killin’. Me.”
Ryder pulled back, withdrawing from my body, but before he could slip out of me completely, he drove his hips forward and slammed into me with a resounding slap. My breath caught in my throat along with a scream of pleasure.