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His hand at my throat gave one last squeeze before sliding away. I barely had time to recover before I felt him shift behind me, heard the quiet rustle of fabric, then the low groan that followed.

I didn’t have to ask what he was doing.

I couldseeit.

His sleep pants were shoved low on his hips, just enough to free his cock—and holy shit, he was stroking himself as he watched his fingers disappear inside me.

My lips parted, breath hitching.

“You see this?” he said roughly, eyes burning into mine through the glass. “That’s what you do to me.”

He gave himself another lazy stroke, the muscles in his forearm flexing. My body trembled under his touch, my thighs clenching, desperate for more.

“I could watch this all day,” he muttered. “You falling apart in my hands, watching me like you don’t know whether to beg or run.”

His fingers thrust deeper, drawing a choked sound from me as my body clenched around him, wet and pulsing with every movement. His mouth hovered at my throat, breath hot and possessive as he whispered praises between strokes.

He stopped abruptly and turned me around, lifting me like I weighed nothing, sitting me on the cool marble counter. He moved between my thighs and went right back to fucking me with his fingers—this time adding a fourth. I cursed, grabbing onto his shoulder as my body arched toward him, every nerve ending alight.

“Fuck, Rye—” I choked out, my nails digging into his shoulder.

His free hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back so hard I saw stars. “Kiss me,” he ordered.

I kissed him like I was dying, and his mouth was the only thing that could save me. I moaned into him, my body trembling as my pleasure mounted. I reached between us, and when my handfinallytouched his cock, I nearly came on the spot.

He was huge.

Not just long, but thick.

And there were piercings.

I had heard a rumor about these.

Barbells ran down the underside of his cock, cool metal against the burning heat of him. I traced them with trembling fingers, counting. One, two, three. How the hell did he even walk around with these things without it hurting?

“Eyes on me,” he commanded, tugging my hair again to force my gaze back to his. “You’ll have time to explore later.” His voice was a promise and a threat all at once, and I shivered, my grip tightening around him. My fingers didn’t even meet—hewas that fucking thick—and the realization made my pussy pulse with want.

He was still working me with his fingers, thrusting deep and slow, curling them just right to hit that spot inside me that made my vision blur. My thighs trembled around his arm, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I bit down on a moan. I tightened my grip around his cock to ground myself. He hissed, low and sharp, wrapping my hair around his fist.

“Ryder,” I moaned, the pain heightening my arousal.

He leaned in, lightly nipping my lower lip. “That’s it. Say my name like it belongs to you.”

My phone started to ring, vibrating against the marble. I didn’t look. Couldn’t. If I hadn’t been drowning in him, I might’ve caught the glint in his storm-colored eyes. The shift from teasing to lethal.

His mouth brushed my ear, his voice a whisper. “Why don’t we let him hear how you sound when you’re not pretending?”

He let go of my hair and reached for my phone without breaking rhythm with his fingers. He answered before I could protest and put it on speaker.

“Hey, I saw you read my text and figured you were up.”

As soon as Ashton’s voice filled the bathroom, Ryder pressed deeper, more punishing than before. I fought back a moan, and then another, curling into him like I could somehow disappear.

“Sanjana?” Ashton again, clueless as to what I was doing.

Ryder brought his hand to mine, wrapping his fingers around it, guiding me in stroking him, rougher now.

I was close.

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