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She angled her head toward me, that fierceness I’d grown attached to sparking in her big brown eyes. “Are you?”
“No, baby, I can fuck you all night,” I murmured, sucking on her neck. “I’m only worried you’ll be too sore for me to fuck you in the morning.”
She rolled her ass against me. “I’m not sore.”
Damn her.
I flipped her over, and she wasperfect. My gaze glided away from her hypnotic eyes and down to her breasts. I dipped my head and sucked a nipple into my mouth. She whimpered and arched her back, threading her fingers into my hair.
I palmed her other breast and rubbed my thumb over her hardened peak. She moaned softly and I moved my lips over her stomach, past her belly button, between her legs where the taste of our come mingled together drove me wild. I could spend hours tasting her and I’d never tire of it. I dragged my tongue along her clit, and she gasped and bucked her hips. That was the other reason I loved eating her out. Nothing was as satisfying as coaxing her to desperation.
Teasing her, I brought her to the edge and stopped. She whined but didn’t protest when I did it several more times. By then, my cock had hardened. I sat up on my knees and draped her leg over my shoulder as I slid into her.
I groaned, loving her warmth, her wetness, the way she closed around me like I belonged there. I pumped in and out slowly before I returned to the gruff, short, rough thrusts. She clawed at the sheets, face twisted in pleasure.Fuck, I love this view.
I needed more. I needed to be deeper, so she’d feel me after we finished. I lifted her other leg and started bringing it up over my other shoulder. Her eyes snapped open. It was a new position for us, but I’d learned its intensity from experience.
I caressed her calf. “Trust me.”
She screamed. Not from pleasure. From terror.
Chapter eighteen
Healing
Scarlett
Onelegovertheshoulder was a good position for me, one I always enjoyed. Then Ryker lifted my other leg and panic seized my chest. I tried to breathe through it. He wasn’t Todd. This was Ryker. I trusted him. He’d never hurt me like that. Still, I opened my eyes to remind myself it was Ryker. Then he spoke.
“Trust me.”
Trust me.
Somehow, I wasn’t with Ryker anymore. Todd loomed over me. I didn’t remember taking my clothes off, but they were gone, Todd’s sheets cool under my naked body. The room spun, my drunk mind unable to slow it or make sense of how I’d gotten here. I slurred ano, rolled off the bed, tried to open the door, but the lock slowed me down and he hefted me to the mattress.
I must’ve wanted to be here.The anxiety clutching my chest wouldn’t let me convince myself it was true, though. “Trust me.” Todd draped my legs over his shoulders, and I told myself I wanted it. I told myself I must’ve encouraged him, but the alcohol made me forget. Then he adjusted to shove into a different hole, and I squirmed, pleading with him not to because I wasn’t ready. Alcohol made my limbs too heavy to fight him and—
Blood. Blood and pain. Even with my pleas tostop.
“Scarlett!”
That dark night with menacing shadows and a laughing Todd transformed. Ryker’s powerful voice guided me to the present. To his neat room—the opposite of Todd’s.
I gasped, scrambling to cover myself but I’d already been covered. Ryker stood beside the bed, hands up in a show of surrender.
My heart hammered against my chest and even though I wasn’t in that night anymore, panic rose, some deep part of me splintering into shards and spreading the pain. Though I tried to shove it down, I couldn’t stop the tears. Couldn’t catch my breath. The strain on my heart tore and ripped me apart inside.
I had my knees to my chest, my arms wrapped around myself. When did this blanket cover me? When did Ryker put boxers on? What the hell had I been doing when that happened?
“Scarlett, baby,” Ryker said softly. “You’re okay. You’re safe.”
Tears poured down my cheeks. Shaking my head, I hid my face with my hands. I didn’t want him to see me break.
“I’m sorry,” I cried. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened.”
I dropped my head, unable to look at him while a sob tore through my chest. What the hell was my problem? It wasRyker. Ryker had never done anything to me I didn’t want. Yet here I was. Unable to stop the tears, the shaking, the images from that night.
God, would iteverstop haunting me?
