34. HOLY HELL

34

HOLY HELL

RYDEN

H er scent was overwhelming. I was slowly drowning, and I knew I couldn’t get away, not this time, not after all of this. My cock throbbed against the constraint of my boxers and pants, aching to be buried in her, but it could wait. Everything must wait.

I loved the way she moaned and screamed and writhed under me, and I knew I’d come, I could come just by looking at her.

I want to mark her. The animal in me growled, its hunger powerful, as powerful as my own. In blood and my cum.

I stood up, and she gazed at me with a contented smile, looking so fucking beautiful.

The feeling inside me was fire, and I’d gladly burn to ashes to be touched by her, to touch her. I was addicted to this woman, and there was no rehabilitation for this addiction. The only way out of this madness was through it, through her.

I slid her dress down, staring at her breasts through the sexy bra she was wearing. “Do you always wear things like this, or did you wear it for him? ” I growled out, cupping her breasts through the red lace, my fingers punishing. The realization that she might have worn this for that fucker was a kick in my dick, and I hated how feral I sounded when I asked her, but there it was.

A part of me wanted to claim her as my own. But another part of me knew that would be madness. More so than fucking her in an elevator in a crowded club.

“What do you think?” she asked, her voice defiant, as her hand trailed down my chest… and then she was opening my zipper and taking my stiff cock in her hand. I loved how uninhibited she was, how free and savage.

“I’ll kill him, Red.”

“You won’t. But I wore it for you,” she said, softly dragging her nail up my cock, and it was so hard not to come right then. “It’s your turn now, Ryden Sinclair. I crave… the taste of you.”

Fuck. The way she talked… the way she told me exactly what she wanted… It made my cock harder.

“Please.”

Her smile was smug. She was like a roller-coaster ride, and I was stupid to think I could stop when I wanted. Heart racing, head spinning, this mad ride would only stop at her command. She had all the control, and I didn’t care.

Her tongue darted out, and she licked the base of my chin as her fingers squeezed my cock.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” she whispered. “Just the right size. Like your cock is made for my mouth, my hand, my pussy. Just for me.”

“You’re insane,” I whispered, loving her smile, loving her madness. She laughed, and her expression of pure mirth was reflected by every mirror. The whole elevator was filled with Yara West and her incredible smile, and I was lost.

“Don’t you love it, love that I’m just the right kind of insane?” she asked, her fingers tightening around my cock.

“I do. So much,” I whispered before pressing my tongue to her lips. She gasped when I bit her. She bit back, and she wasn’t soft about it either.

She went to her knees with a smile. “You’ll kill me, Yara West,” I growled, and she laughed.

“Perhaps, but it’ll be the best way to die.” She laughed. “Don’t you think?”

“I KNOW.” My voice was a strange prayer, and my cock begged to be worshiped by her lips.

I knotted my fingers into her hair, tugging her closer to me. The gentle brush of her lips against my taut cock sent electrical jolts through my veins, intensifying the trembling in my body.

“Oh, please, take me between your lips, Red. I want to fill your mouth with my cum,” I begged.

She pulled back with a wicked glint in her eyes, shaking her head. “I love how you beg, Ryden. How desperately you want my mouth on you. I love how your cock jumps with the slightest touch, a soft lick,” she whispered, her voice goading.

“I’m not begging, you vixen.”

“It looks like you’re begging. The big, bad wolf begging to his little Red.” She laughed mercilessly, her laughter like a shot of drug.

She pumped me, her fingers knowing and decisive, pushing me closer to the edge. Before I could come all over her, she pulled her hand away, leaving me panting for more.

“What’s this game?” I whispered. “You’re being a bad, bad girl, Red. I don’t like bad girls.”

I do like this one.

“Then be a good boy and beg, really beg,” she teased, and I growled, shaking my head, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do anything.

“Oh, please, Red… I waited for so long for this. I couldn’t… I want this. You know I want this. Give it to me, Yara. I can’t—”

She chuckled and then played me like a fucking violin. Every time her fingers touched me, my nerves made a new note, a perfect one.

Her fingers were knowing as she rubbed the head of my cock, and then squeezed, and I grew harder. Pre-cum glistened on my cock, and as if she didn’t want it to go to waste, she leaned closer and licked. Her finger slid down my balls, and my moan echoed inside the small space, shattering around us. A pleased sigh left her.

“Good girl, such a fucking good girl,” I grunted. “More. More, Red. Take me all the way in. Take me until your mouth knows every inch of my cock, until your tongue memorizes the texture of me.”

“You’re greedy, Ryden. Don’t you know greed is a sin?”

“I don’t fucking care. I’d commit every sin for you, with you. And I wasn’t even lying. “I’d go straight to hell to have this, to have you, and I’d gladly take you with me if I have to.”

“You will, won’t you?” she said, looking so fucking pleased, and it made my heart shudder. I didn’t care for that feeling.

My words died when she finally took me between her lips. The warmth of her mouth, slick and seductive, slid along the entire length of my cock.

She wasn’t being soft. Her movements were rough, her mouth fast, insatiable. Pulling, tugging, licking. As if she wanted to devour me. Her fingers massaged my balls as her teeth bit my head softly and pulled. Oh fuck. Even in pain, she gave me pleasure.

“Oh God.”

“Goddess,” she whispered. “I’m your goddess.” She took me in again until my cock was pressing against her throat. I knotted my fingers further into the silky red locks, keeping her in place.

She looked up, my cock still between her red lips, and my breath stuck. There was a kind of fierceness in her eyes that made me want to tilt my head back and surrender to her.

She was a wild goddess seeking penance from a sinner. I was the sinner. I didn’t mind it. I’d pray to her for an eternity, and we both knew it.

“Yes, you are,” I said. “A mad fucking goddess. Mine. My goddess.”

I was drunk from her scent, from her touch, from everything that was Yara West.

I was standing at the edge of a slippery cliff. One slip, and I would…

She closed her lips around me, this time, softer, gentler. She sucked me until I was shuddering.

“You look so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth, Red. I want to take a picture of you right now, on your knees, worshiping me, and frame it above my bed.” I wanted to immortalize this moment. To always look at it.

“Next time.”

“Yara, I’m going to—”

“Come for me, Ryden.” Moaning, she swirled her tongue around, tracing lines along the veins, and then her teeth grazed my cock. “Now.”

My body trembled as I gripped her hair. Growling, I thrust harder inside her beautiful mouth and exploded. She locked her eyes on mine, keeping me between her cherry, sinful lips until I was done.

She pulled away before pulling my boxers back up. She smelled like me. Mine. “I like you like this,” I said, wiping her chin with a smile, and she shook her head.

She licked her lips. “Oh, there’s one more thing. I’ll play this game according to my rules. Not yours. If it’s a problem, this is where you say NO.”

Was she fucking kidding? How would anyone say no after that?

“You know there’s no way I would say no,” I grumbled.

Grabbing her handbag from the floor, she pulled out a wet wipe, quickly cleaning her chin and lips before applying her blood-red lipstick again. “Do I look presentable?”

“No, you look like someone who just had their pussy licked.”

She shook her head, glaring at me.

“We must leave. We’ve hogged this elevator for a long time,” Yara said as she looked at herself in the mirror, her body liquid, flowing.

“Nobody is missing it,” I said with a shrug.

“So, the friend who owns this… is he you?”

“No,” I said with a smile. “His name’s Enzo. He’s one of the five partners of Onyx,” I said, pulling her closer to me. “I’ll take you home.”

“I came in my car,” she said, adjusting her skewed dress before she helped me with my shirt.

“Then you can drive me home. You already know where my house is, don’t you?” I asked with a grin.

“I do, but…” She laughed, and I felt like I could easily get lost in those eyes. I probably shouldn’t.

When the elevator opened, I didn’t miss a few looks thrown at us, but she didn’t look like she cared. Her head was raised—there was no shame in the way she walked out, no hesitation.

We walked to her car, and she drove me toward my house, her hand resting on my thigh, closer to my already erect cock.

Even the silence felt unencumbered. We were lost in our thoughts, and I didn’t feel like I had to fill the silence with meaningless words. It was perfect the way it was.

“Victor’s body was exhumed. Doctor Metha conducted another autopsy, and Detective Rosario said my report was perfect,” she said after a while, her eyes lost in thought. “If my report was ludicrous, then so was Doctor Metha’s.” The self-satisfied smugness on her face was too hard to miss. She was goading.

I was the one who asked for the second autopsy, but I didn’t want to tell her that. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust her judgment. I just knew K.Y. Wolff did it.

“I’m still not changing my opinion,” I said.

“Well, that’s your prerogative, but I’m not changing my opinion either. A hundred other MEs could cut him into pieces and wouldn’t find anything I didn’t find.”

“Because Victor’s killer wanted it to be that way. I know it. She’s—”

Yara’s gaze sharpened. “You said it’s not Millicent Wark. So how do you know the perpetrator is a she ?” she asked, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel. “Why do you care so much about Victor? He wasn’t the kind of person anyone should advocate for,” she finally said with a frown.

“He’s not,” I said with a sigh. Her demeanor had changed, and I could feel the wave of coldness. “Let’s stop talking about Victor. You’re angry now.”

“I’m not angry,” she gritted out, but she was. I could see the storm slowly rising in her eyes. The golden gleam in his eyes was now a sharp glow. “Even if someone else killed him, I don’t care.”

“How could you not?” I asked, wondering where the lines of her morality existed. She wasn’t normal, but was her sense of normalcy as warped as mine?

“Because I believe that some people do not deserve to exist,” she said, her gaze unwavering on mine. It was as if she was trying to find some kind of truth from me, but my truths were too overwhelming even for someone as distorted as her.

“Can you believe that? You’re a doctor. You need to speak for the dead, even if the deceased is…”

“Even if the deceased is a rotten piece of waste, yes, and I will, but that doesn’t change my personal opinions. I’m not talking to you as Doctor Yara West.” She parked her car in front of my house. “Here we are.”

“You are a peculiar woman, Yara West, and I can’t help but want to peel every layer to find the real you.”

She looked delighted as she strolled over to where I was standing and leaned against the car next to me. She smelled like lavender and vanilla and me, and that gave me a strange sense of victory. I loved how well she wore my scent on her body.

“What are you doing this Wednesday night?” I asked, the words coming out before I was even thinking about it.

“Home alone, most probably, if I don’t have dead bodies to deal with,” she said.

“Do you want to go out with me?” I should have stopped before I said it out loud, but now that the words were out, I found myself waiting for her rejection, hoping she wouldn’t.

I knew how no-strings-attached worked. Not even a flimsy string should connect her to my world. But here I was, waiting impatiently for her to not reject my offer.

“Where?” she asked.

“There’s this art exhibition and—” I paused. Bringing Yara to meet Enzo felt like a crossover I shouldn’t want. I couldn’t want that. But sanity had lost meaning the moment I met this woman.

Her eyes danced and sparkled. I wondered what secrets she carried in her soul. I was sure it wouldn’t be stained with blood like mine, but I knew there were secrets.

“The gallery is new, and it just opened. The event’s a formal one with a charity gala and an art exhibition. The theme is life and death.”

The smile that came then was like a punch to my stomach. “I’d love to. I love art exhibits, but let’s not forget the rules. This can’t go anywhere. It’s only physical.”

“I won’t forget.” Despite my words, a part of me yearned to discard the rules and jump off this cliff and revel in everything that defined Yara West, to get caught in the eye of her storm.

She settled into her car, gave me a wave, and drove away, leaving me wondering what the hell I had gotten myself into.

Yet… I had no intention of freeing myself from the vortex that was this woman. I was more than willing to remain right there in the eye of the storm.

For as long as she desired.

As soon as her car disappeared into the winding dark roads, I drove toward Josh Mitchell’s house. It wasn’t hard to find where he lived once I started digging. He opened the door at the second ring. Eyes wide, he stumbled back inside, and I followed him with a smile. The fear in his eyes was beautiful.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked with a wince. I could almost taste his fear; he knew I was someone he shouldn’t mess with.

“Listen to me carefully, Josh. I’m not going to tell you this twice, but… don’t ever talk to Yara. Don’t even look at her.”

“Wh-what? What the hell is…”

“Stay the fuck away from Yara. You hear me? She’s mine, and I hate it when people come near what’s mine. Do NOT.”

“Does she know you are—”

“Shut the fuck up. She won’t know it because you’re not going to tell her. Do you understand me?”

“What’s wrong with you?” He lurched toward me. I grabbed him by his shirt collar, slamming him against the wall and pressing my elbow against his throat. His eyes widened. A part of me wanted to tear him into a million pieces just for daring to touch her.

“Do you think you’ll win this fight? You know you won’t, right? I’m not someone you want to displease, Joshua. Trust me. I’m doing this for your own good. Forget her. If I ever see you with her…”

“You’re fucking mad. Leave me alone,” he squeaked, thrashing in my hold.

Laughing, I let him go, and he adjusted his shirt collar. “Where’s your phone? Take it out and send a message to Yara.”

“A message?”

“Yes. Tell her you can’t see her again after what happened at Onyx, and then move on.”

His fingers trembled when he typed the message. I smiled when I saw Yara’s reply.

Goodbye, Josh. I was planning to text you anyway.

“I was never here.”

He gave me a nod. “Just leave.”

“Good boy. Please, don’t make me angry. When I get angry, I do bad things. You understand?”

“I understand. Leave me the fuck alone.”

With a satisfied smile, I drove home, knowing very well I had just crossed another fucking line. Did I care about it?

Hell, no.