Chapter 18

Tara

Having a man like Ryker Hudson on his knees for me is the single most empowering experience of my life. I've been in conference rooms with men twice my age and size who boom their voices and slam their fists on the table when they wheel-and-deal and I can storm out with my head held high and their balls in a jar by the time I'm finished with them.

In those instances, I'm untouchable.

But here with Ryker?

I want to be touchable. No, fuck that, I want to be edible. I want this man to devour every inch of me—with his mouth, his hands, his gaze.

One flick of his tongue along the seam of my pussy and I feel it over my whole body. A heated gaze from him and lust explodes in my bloodstream. All my anxiety evaporates when he puts his hands on me. If we're enemies, that's fine. I don't care what we are as long as we're something together.

He's a powerful man. A strong, quiet, calculating man. He's got dark secrets, and my demons want to drag them out and play with his vicious side.

"Put your hands on the wall for me and keep them there."

I lean back and spread my arms wide as if I'm a butterfly pinned in a display case. Sir's gaze penetrates me the same time he plunges a finger in my pussy.

"Stay steady for me," he says before leaning in to lick my clit with fast, precise strokes of his tongue. The first orgasm builds deliciously, and I hold out for as long as I can. It's hard to keep myself pinned like this when I want desperately to hold his head, dig my nails into his scalp, and grind against his mouth.

While he worships my body, my mind flashes to the way he took Garret down. How he was harsh and brutal when protecting me. How he was soft and patient with me afterwards. I hope he's the same when he fucks.

"I'm close," I say in a rush.

He doesn't speed up or double down like I expect. Ryker just keeps his own pace, and I'm so very happy he does. I can feel each notch of pleasure build in my body, coiling until it reaches a crescendo.

My release is euphoric. Steady. Strong. But it's not those sensations that does me in. It's the way Ryker looks up at me as I come in his mouth. His grey eyes flutter open, his pupils blow wide, and he devours me like a starved animal that won't let his meal escape.

And that's what makes my motherfucking legs give out.

He catches me easily. I expect him to brag. Laugh at me. Say something annoying like "I told you so" but he's still on the chase. Ryker lifts me up and cups my ass in his hands. With a growl, he shoves my back against the wall again and a breath tears out of him.

I want him to kiss me. I want to know if his mouth is diabolical on my lips or only my pussy. I want to know what he tastes like. What he feels like. I want to fuck him and get fucked by him. I want to see that animalistic, dangerously possessive look in his eyes again, and I want to put him back in that glassy-eyed subspace just like earlier with that flogger.

"Fuck me."

His voice drops to a gravelly tone. "As my Butterfly wishes."

Ryker carries me into my bedroom and lays me down amidst the million blankets and pillows I have. The swish of his belt, the rip of his zipper, the swoosh of his pants falling down before he steps out of them are all loud as screams. My heart's rapidly beating. My pussy's sopping wet.

When he crawls between my legs, he peppers my thighs with tiny kisses before licking my cunt again.

"No," I say. "I don't want your mouth. I want your cock."

He glances up at me and I see it then—the feral animal is gone. The cold, distant man that was in the Butterfly suite with me just this morning is here. The one who looked at me like I was just a chore to do.

How did that happen?

Why?

"Ryker."

He rolls me over on my belly. Slap! He spanks my ass hard and fast. "I told you to call me Sir."

The sting renders me speechless. I'm mad and embarrassed and confused because what the hell? I reach behind me to shield my butt from another spanking, but he grips my hands and holds them both in one of his.

"If you want my cock, Butterfly, you have to be ready for it." He spanks me again, only this time not nearly as hard. The air whooshes out of me as I give into him. "That's my good girl." He runs his hand over my ass cheeks, greedily, hungrily.

Smack! Smack!

I melt into the mattress. This is different than I've experienced, and I think it's solely because of the intention behind the impact.

And the man.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I try really hard to erase the thoughts infiltrating my good mood.

"Talk to me," Sir says. "You need to let me know where your head is, Butterfly."

"Green." I roll over so I can see him. "I'm green."

He stares at me for a beat, probably deciphering if I'm telling the truth or not, then he smiles. "Good." After taking his shirt off, Ryker crawls back on top of me, and my thighs spread wide to give him room. "Your ass looks gorgeous with my handprints on it."

"You like marking your territory, huh?"

"Understatement of the century." He nips my skin, working his way up my neck to lick the shell of my ear. "Do you have condoms?"

"Top drawer, just there." I point at my end table.

The instant he lifts off me, cool air blows across my skin, hardening my nipples even more. I'm still wearing my dress. Reaching around to unzip it, Ryker stops me.

"Don't take it off," he orders, peeling off his shirt.

"Why not?"

He arches his brow at me. "You lost the bet. Now you better hold up your end of the deal and obey me."

I lay back and pout. Damnit, I should have never made that deal with him. But really? He's right. I was never going to walk. He called my bluff. Honestly, I'm not sure why we even made the deal in the first place. Especially Ryker.

This man is chiseled but not bulky. He has various tattoos all over his tanned body. When he crawls between my legs again, he shoves his pants down and rolls the condom over his length. I'm suddenly hyper aware of how big his dick is. It's above average in length and has some serious girth.

I hope it fits.

"Your needy little pussy is so pretty." He reaches between my legs and shoves two fingers inside me. Sir hits my g-spot and smiles. "I need you to come again for me, Butterfly."

I don't do on command tricks. But if he doesn't stop whatever he's doing in there, I just might come close. "Fuck, that feels good." My gaze locks with his as breaths turn to pants, and I lift my leg, pressing it against his shoulder. He holds my ankle and lifts it away from him, holding me half suspended in the air at an angle that makes his fingers inside me that much more intense. "Oh my god."

"Be my good girl and let me get you ready." His rhythm changes. So does his speed. I think he adds another digit inside me. Everything's tight. Sensitive. On fire. I feel so full. "Can you take another?"

Wet noises fill the room. My body burns. Blood swishes in my ears. Something in me coils tightly. "I… Yes." I can try, right?

Ryker slips another finger inside me. "That's it. You're doing so good for me."

If that's the praise I get for taking another finger, he can shove all ten up there.

He pumps into me again and it's so intense I have to breathe through the pain for a few seconds until pleasure takes over again.

"Look at you, taking this so fucking well, Tara."

My name in his mouth sounds sinful and decadent. My thighs shake, back arches, and eyes squeeze shut. "I'm gonna come again," I groan, just as my orgasm hits.

He pulls out, jerks me forward, and impales me with his cock, robbing me of breath. I'm so full, so stretched, it fucking burns. Instead of giving me time to adjust, Ryker moves his body over mine like an undulating wave. I swear to all that's unholy he's able to hit that same spot inside me with his dick and my almost-lost orgasm renews and barrels out of me like a fucking hurricane.

"That's a good girl," he thrusts harder. "Fuck you're so tight. Clench my cock with that pretty cunt."

We fuck slowly, intensely, until he's driven us both up to the headboard. Then he gathers my dress and balls it in his hand, before shoving a bunch of the fabric in my mouth. "Ready to scream?"

I nod, desperate for him to not stop, even if I'm not sure how much more I can take.

Head spinning pleasure rolls through me, again and again. My vision's blurry too.

What the hell is he doing to me?

Ryker presses his hand on my lower belly, rocks back, and slams into me. I lose all breath. He repeats this again, and again, and again. I claw down his arms. My teeth grind as I bite down on the fabric stuffed in my mouth as hard as possible while he fucks me. And I do mean F-U-C-K-S me. It's brutal. Fast. Hard. My headboard slams against the wall so loudly, I'm shocked drywall hasn't crumbled down on us yet.

He fucks me like he hates me.

I love it. Like I said, I don't care if we're enemies as long as we're something.

My body coils again and pain, pleasure, and vertigo hit me all at once. Gravity doesn't exist. The world doesn't exist. Floating in subspace, I come again and scream until I don't remember who I am anymore.