Page 131 of Bonded Chaos

Then she turned her attention to the King, her expression softening. “You must understand my frustration, Your Majesty.My family has given so much to this court, only to be discarded with no explanation.”

Ryker’s large palm ran down my thigh before he gripped the fabric of my skirt in his fist and tugged it up my leg.

“What the hell are you doing?” I hissed as I adjusted myself to face him.

Ryker smirked back at me, one eyebrow lifted in amusement. “She speaks,” he gasped, as he raised the material higher.

“Yes, my son’s actions have been most disappointing,” the King replied as Ryker slipped his hand beneath my skirt, his fingers brushing the edge of my panties.

My throat tightened, and I reached for my goblet. The cool liquid did little to ease the heat now rushing to my face. Ryker’s fingertips dipped below my waistband, and I tried to clench my thighs together to prevent him from going any further.

“The Barringtons have been loyal subjects of the crown, and I am aghast that things between our families have ended this way,” the King continued.

Celeste nodded in agreement, and the hungry shimmer in her eyes betrayed her intentions.

Ryker’s calloused finger traced the length of my entrance, and my cheeks flamed, knowing he would find me wet and ready for him.

“You’re soaked, Temptress,” he rumbled before he pushed a finger inside me.

I gripped the edge of the table to steady myself as I inhaled a shaky breath.

“There must be something that can be done,” Celeste pleaded, and the King glanced in our direction.

I kept my eyes trained on my plate, and Ryker chuckled beside me.

“Don’t beg, Celeste. It makes you look pathetic,” he snickered as he pushed another finger inside me.

“Stop. Now.”

I hardly got the words out as I ground my teeth together. Ryker ignored me as he rubbed circles around my clit, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning out loud.

“Cadence?” Riordan asked. “Are you all right?”

My hand shook as I gripped my goblet, and the moment the cool crystal met my lips, I drank greedily.

“Mm-hmm,” I hummed, unable to form words.

I could hear how wet I was as Ryker pumped his fingers in and out of me, and I was certain everyone else could hear it, too.

“How much do you need to come right now, Temptress?” Ryker murmured as he increased his pace.

My hand moved of its own volition as I gripped Ryker’s forearm. I didn’t know if I was trying to push him away or hold him in place. My mind needed him to stop, but my body screamed that I might die if he did.

Ryker had played me so effortlessly, winding me up until I was vibrating with the need for release. And judging by the predatory grin that spread across his face, the sick bastard knew it too.

“I can keep going all night, Temptress. If this is the only way I can get you to speak to me, then I’m happy to oblige.”

Ryker swirled the pad of his thumb around my sensitive nub, and I damn near saw stars.

“Ryker.”

I’d meant for the single word to be a warning, but I panted his name like I was begging for more.

“What do you need, Temptress? Do you even know?”

“No,” I admitted before I could stop myself.

Ryker’s grin widened in triumph as he pushed his fingers inside me with vigor. This time, I did moan, but I covered the sound with a cough. I had no idea if I was fooling anyone, but at that moment, I didn’t care. It had been almost a week since I’d let Ryker touch me, and my body was starved for him.

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