Page 82 of Reckless: Chaos

“Please,” I gasp when he pulls back completely.

“Please what?” His thumb circles my clit lazily. “Use your words. Tell me exactly what you need.”

“Please make me come. Sir.”

“Not yet.” He stands slowly, pressing his body against mine. His cock slides against my wet heat, making us both groan. “First, you’re going to tell me you’ll stay.”

The demand catches me off guard. “What?”

His hand finds my throat again, squeezing just enough to make my pulse jump. “Tell me you won’t run. That you’ll let us protect you.”

“Ryker—”

“Say it.” His teeth graze my throat where his hand had been. “Promise you’ll stay.”

The demand twists something in my chest. Makes the heat building between us sharper, more dangerous. His cock slides against me again, and my nails scrape against the wall.

“I can’t?—”

“You can.” His hand grips my hip, holding me still as he positions himself. “And you will. Because we both know how badly you want this. Want me.”

The head of his cock presses against my entrance, not quite pushing in. Teasing. Testing. Making me ache.

“Ryker, please?—”

“Three words.” He nips at my pulse point. “Say them, and I’ll give you everything you need. Make you feel so good you forget about running.”

Another slow slide against me, making us both groan. I’m trembling with the effort of keeping my hands on the wall, of not grabbing him and taking what I want.

“I’ll...” The words catch in my throat as he rolls his hips again.

“Yes?” His voice has gone rough with need, but his control holds. “Say it.”

“I’ll stay. Please—” The promise slips out before I can stop it, my inner hacker frantically trying to debug this emotional infiltration. How does he keep bypassing my security protocols with just a look? Please, like I’m begging. Ridiculous. But here we are. “Satisfied now, Commander Control Freak?”

The last word breaks on a gasp as he finally, finally starts to push inside. The stretch is exquisite, perfect, maddening in its slowness.

“Good girl.” He withdraws almost completely before pressing deeper. “Now, was that so hard?”

Before I can answer, he suddenly pulls back. The loss makes me whimper, but his hands are already spinning me around, pressing my chest to the wall.

“Need you like this,” he growls, kicking my legs wider. “Want to feel you take every inch.” His cock slides against me from behind, and I feel something different—the base starting to swell. His knot.

His hand tangles in my hair, turning my head so he can see my face. “You feel that? Feel how bad I want to knot you? Make you take all of me?”

Heat floods me at his words, at the possessive grip in my hair. “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” He starts pushing in again, slower this time. “Going to train this sweet body to take my knot. Get you ready to be bred properly.”

The words send electricity down my spine. His free hand slides around to work my clit as he bottoms out.

“So perfect,” he praises as I clench around him. “So ready to be filled. To be knotted. To be bred.”

His thrusts start slow but deep, each one hitting perfectly. The base of his cock—his growing knot—catches slightly with each movement, making me gasp.

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