33. HEAVEN AND HUNGER

33

HEAVEN AND HUNGER

YARA

I could smell Ryden’s desire coating his skin. I should have thought of this before tonight, but at least I finally got him exactly where I wanted him.

“Why?” I said, my grin self-satisfied as we weaved through the throng of dancing bodies toward the elevator.

He whirled around, glaring at me. “Oh, shut up, Yara.”

“What?” I blinked.

“You’re not as innocent as you look.” His voice came out harsh and accusing. I smiled a little inside. He had no idea how truly awful I was.

“Really? Why do you think that?”

His eyes went to the clingy red dress, and he grunted something under his breath, looking properly mad.

“You tortured me with your sex toy. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and you know it. You made sure of it. It’s like madness, and I—I can’t stop going insane,” he said as he stepped in front of the shiny gold elevator.

“We can’t go in. It’s private,” I said.

He pulled out a shiny gold card from his jacket and swiped it across the card reader with a playful grin. “I know someone.”

“Who?”

“A friend of mine is a silent partner in the club,” he said with a shrug, motioning me to go in. As soon as the elevator began to move, he slammed his hand against the emergency button, halting it midway, and I gasped.

There were mirrors everywhere. I could see Ryden’s eyes following me, stalking me with a dark intensity that lit my skin on fire.

The glint in his eyes made me equally aroused and nervous. A good kind of nervous. It made me feel like I could conquer the world and destroy it with a wave of my fingers.

“So, now that you’ve trapped me in an elevator full of mirrors, what’s next?” I said with a teasing smirk, making his eyes darken.

He leaned closer to me, his nose against my cheek, and he took in a deep breath as if he was trying to inhale my scent, to devour me.

He tugged my hair and curled a lock around his finger. “Like silk and satin. Fuck. Those eyes… bewitching eyes. I know touching you will be a mistake.”

“Something that feels this good can’t be a mistake,” I whispered, eliciting a moan from him.

“Well, you might be right,” he conceded.

“I always am,” I said, leaning closer to him.

I saw the moment his self-control finally shattered. The sound was music to me. He let out a long groan before his large hand went around my throat and tightened.

He slammed me against the elevator wall before his lips came crashing down on me, and it was… hell and heaven wrapped in one.

The kiss started slow, deliberate, and lazy, but soon it became more intense. Fast. Furious. As if he had only a second to kiss and he wanted everything in that second. He sucked, nibbled, plundered. I gave as good as I got.

“How can I stay away when you smell like this? I’ve been watching you, and… I can’t pretend I don’t want you.” His voice dropped to a low whisper as his hand trailed up and down my body, finding places that had been secret even from me. “I want you on your knees, those sinful lips on my cock, Red.” His voice was a dark, crazy symphony. The heat between us grew higher, threatening to burn us down.

“My lips want the same,” I whispered, and he groaned. “I want to taste your cum.”

“Oh, fuck, oh,” he groaned, voice raspy, the vibration of his words pressing along my skin in a sinister touch as he buried his face into the crook of my neck. His fingers grazed against my breast before he pulled back with a sigh.

His hands slowly drifted down my arms, his eyes strangely tender as he leaned in. My stomach fluttered, and my fingers trembled. I wanted what I wanted, but this, this tenderness wasn’t… wasn’t a part of the deal.

“Tell me what you want, Yara.” His voice was an order. The tenderness was now gone, replaced by hunger, and this was perfect.

“I want you. I want you to fuck me, but…”

“Go on.”

“But it’ll only be that, Ryden. Two people who are attracted to each other fucking each other. It’ll never be more. I want you to know that.”

He stopped, his eyes blazing. I thought he would be jumping at the chance, but he almost looked frustrated, angry.

“You’re good at this. Almost clinical. Maybe it’s all the time you spend in the morgue.” He studied me as if he wanted to solve me. He would fail, though. I had built walls so high that sometimes even I couldn’t look past them. “I’ve always been good at solving puzzles, Yara.” His voice was soft, teasing. I didn’t smile.

“You’ll never solve me,” I said, my fingers sliding down the beautiful serpents on his arm with blazing yellow eyes, tracing the texture of his hard muscles. “Yes or no, Ryden?”

“I’ve got no intention of complicating my life with relationships. My attraction to you needs to be—”

“Obsession. Your obsession with me,” I cut in, and he looked startled for a second. “We both know the truth.”

He paused, scratching the back of his neck, a predatory glint in his eyes. There was no shame, no regret. Only acceptance.

“Okay. My obsession needs a way out. I need to fuck you to get you out of my head, and it’ll only ever be that. Nothing more.” His eyes were proprietary despite his words, and his touch was possessive. “But as long as you’re mine, ” he said, grabbing my throat again, tilting my face up to meet his smoldering eyes full of warning. “You’ll only be mine to touch, mine to fuck, and mine to mark. No one else touches what belongs to me.”

“Yes. You, Ryden, you’ll be mine to use, mine to wreck,” I breathed out.

He looked at me, his eyes no longer startled or bewildered. “You’re a maddening woman, Yara West,” he said. “Now can I kiss you? And don’t fucking stop me this time.”

“Yes.”

Growling, he pulled me closer, and his lips met mine in a punishing kiss. We fought for dominance. I finally relented when he bit my lip hard until I could almost taste blood.

His kisses were electric, filled with a raw passion that left us both gasping for air. His hands wandered down my curves, seeking, studying, and keeping the fire burning. I knew it would take a long, long time before that fire died. Weeks. Months. Years, even.

“Oh,” I groaned when he sucked my lower lip between his teeth and pulled, his finger softly pressing against my pulse. I dragged my nails up his chest, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt, tracing the lines of his tattoo, relishing in his groan.

“Touch me,” he breathed out. “I want you to touch me everywhere.”

My hand trailed down his chest, down his abdomen, until I cupped him through his pants, and he shuddered. He leaned closer and bit my lip, hard. His tongue darted out as he caught the drop of my blood, his eyes dangerously distracting. “You taste so good.”

He tilted my head up with a hand and lowered his head to my neck. His teeth scraped gently down my throat, sending shivers up and down my spine. I ran my fingers through his hair as he sucked my pulse.

“More,” he breathed, cupping my breast through the silky fabric of my dress, thumb grazing my nipples, as he continued to press soft kisses against my neck, nibbling, biting. “I need more.” He whirled me around and slid the zipper down my back, tracing his tongue down my spine before he turned me around to face him. His eyes held hunger and lust, but there was also something unexplainable in his eyes as he kissed my chin with a deep sigh. “More. All of it. I need all of you.”

He bent down and bit me just above my breast where my tattoo was. “It’s beautiful,” he whispered, tracing the butterfly, stopping the exploration when his finger met the scarring. The butterfly’s wing was hiding the mark my father had given me that night I killed him. “Who did this to you?” he growled, anger taking over the lust.

“It was a long time ago,” I said, hoping he wouldn’t ask more questions. “Forget about it. The one who did it… he’s dead now.”

“Your father,” he seethed. “It was him, wasn’t it?” I nodded, and he pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around me.

It took him a few seconds to calm down. When he pulled back, his eyes were fierce. His finger softly rubbed the scar as if he wanted to take the pain away from me. He licked the edge of it before taking my tit between his lips. I arched my back to give him more access. He bit, sucked, rolled. He did it relentlessly as if he was possessed by the god of lust, as if he couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted to.

This wasn’t enough. Not yet. My pussy wanted his tongue in it, wanted his fingers digging into it, wanted his cock. I tugged at his shirt, and he sighed when my finger touched his heated skin. His eyes sparked as he stalked me like a predator, taking in my breathless state, a knowing look in his eyes.

He was made of the dreams a woman would dream in the sultry nights, moaning and begging, pleading and praying for release. I was that woman now.

Rolling my dress up, he ran his fingers down my thigh, softly soothing the ache within. My shameless body was ready for him, ready to be shaped by him.

He dragged one sharp nail down my abdomen, down my stomach, and then he tore my panties off. I moaned when his fingers drew a teasing line over my swollen pussy, bringing me to hell and heaven.

“You’re already so fucking wet for me.” His voice was a dark rumble. I had never heard something sexier. “What do you want me to do? Do you want me to lick your pussy clean? Do you want me to eat you out until I’m not starving anymore?” I trembled.

“Tell me. Use words.” His voice was a command.

“Oh, shut the fuck up…” I groaned when he pressed his finger against my clit and rubbed it oh so softly. I almost passed out from the sensation it sent along my nerves. He continued to tease and touch me until I screamed. “Get on your knees, Ryden, and eat my pussy like a fucking good boy.” Breathless, I looked at him, challenging him to deny me, defy me.

He gasped, his eyes round as saucers. I knew he wanted to take control, he wanted to play this by his rules, but he was sucked into my dark whirlpool, and there was just no way out of it. He bent his forehead to my shoulder with a ragged breath as if he knew it too.

I wanted to be in control this time. I wanted to show him that this was my game, that I could have him whenever, wherever I wanted him.

“Yes, baby.” With a long breath, he finally went to his knees, his hair spilling over his forehead, his eyes blazing with untold need.

“Part your legs for me and let me taste what I’ve craved for a long, long time, my Little Killer.”

Little Killer?

Why would he say that?

The fuck.

I felt a moment of panic.

Oh no. Did he… did he find out?

But he didn’t look like he even realized what he had said. His fingers crawled up my thighs, pulling them apart until I was fully visible to his eyes. I leaned my head against the mirror when he pressed a soft kiss against my thigh, his finger gently rubbing over my clit.

“You’ve been a very, very bad girl, Red,” he whispered, his breath hot against my pussy. “You need to be punished for that,” he growled out, thrusting a finger up my pussy. I moaned in pleasure, moving my hips up and down his finger greedily. “What do you think? Do you think you can talk to me like that?”

“Yes,” I whispered as he rubbed another finger against my clit, still sucking on the inside of my thigh.

“Fuck. What a brat,” he whispered as he pulled his finger out of me, and I groaned in protest, my legs trembling beneath me. This was more than I had imagined, and he wasn’t even fucking me properly.

Looking right into my eyes, he licked his fingers coated with my cum with a long groan. “You taste like sin.” His voice was an erotic song. It slipped up and down my skin, making me feel things I had never felt.

He held onto my legs and buried his face between my thighs, licking and drinking me until I felt like I’d faint.

He circled my clit with his tongue while his fingers played my skin like a fiddle, and I was singing in a hoarse voice. I had never sung so loud in my life. When I was so close, he pulled away from me. With a protest, I tugged at his hair, pulling him back.

“You’re not a patient woman, are you, Little Killer?”

“No,” I groaned and yanked him closer to my aching pussy.

He chuckled and thrust two fingers a couple of inches inside me and started to rub. Slow, slow, in soft circles over and over… and over until I screamed and came so hard my legs buckled under me.

“Look how good you are at this, Red. You can’t stop coming for me,” he said greedily, lapping at my pussy. “That’s good. More for me. For someone so bad, you’re being a very good girl for me, Yara. Your pussy, too. It tells me everything I want to hear.”

My body shuddered at that compliment, but that was wrong, wasn’t it? I knew the plan. My plan. I reined in my heart. I would use his body and discard everything else.

I shivered when his hand brushed against my clit, and the ache spread to my pussy, even though he was already working me like I had never been worked before.

“I want to bend you over, and then spank you so hard until you feel my hand buried in your cunt.” His voice was hoarse, erotic. “Would that be enough of a punishment for all you did?”

“No, but it would be a start.”

“Do you want me to do that?” he asked, his eyes seeking, searching, and I quickly nodded.

“I want nothing more,” I whispered. He grabbed my legs, still on his knees, turned me around, and his fingers grazed my ass. His every single touch sent electric currents through my nerves.

I felt the wetness of his lips on my ass cheek before his hand on my skin. He rubbed me softly, coaxing my body to surrender. I was already fully at his mercy. The feeling of pleasure spread through me, warm and addictive, and before I could enjoy the relaxing spread of lust, he spanked me hard, his hand demanding, and I screamed, jerking out of my mellow state. The stinging pain soon gave way to pleasure when his tongue grazed where he had just spanked me.

“That’s for making my cock hard for days, Little Killer. I couldn’t find release,” he breathed out as his hand marked me sharply once more, and I screamed again. “This is for that book where your dragon did all kinds of nasty things to that woman of his, and I dreamed of you. I dreamed of fucking you with a tail.”

“I told you you’d regret…” I chuckled and stopped when he spanked me again, much softer but still enough to bring me pain.

“You like it, don’t you?” he mumbled, his lips pressing against my burning skin. I couldn’t even say a word, but of course, I loved it more than any words could ever say.

“Answer me,” he breathed out as his hand met my skin with a thwack. I screamed as the burn of his hand made my pussy clench. I felt my juices dripping down my thighs, warm and sticky.

I nodded.

“You still haven’t answered me. Use your words,” he growled, and I knew he was not joking anymore. He was warning me, and strangely enough, I wanted to do whatever he asked. I wanted to obey him, but strangely, I had never been the obedient type.

“Yes. Yes, Ryden, I love it,” I said. “Please, kiss me.” He knew where I wanted him to kiss me. At that moment, I knew he would give me everything I wanted.

The scent of our arousal filled the small space, seductively teasing the air. He was hard and soft, kind and cruel, and I loved it. I loved how he took his time to torture me to the point of no return.

“The fire I feel for you is overwhelming, Little Killer, and I’m scared of it. I’m scared of something in my life for the first time.” I didn’t know what to say to that. I ground against his mouth in response.

He played with me until I felt everything in my body coming alive, raw with need.

“Now you will come for me, Red, and you’ll come just as hard as you came before,” he said, thrusting two fingers inside me, even as his tongue circled my clit, relentlessly pushing me to the edge.

He didn’t have to ask twice.

I exploded into a million tiny pieces of comets, and I knew it would take a while to put all these shining, burning pieces back together.

One time with him would not be enough.

Oh, no.

I would need a million times before the world stopped burning.