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Arching my brow, I stare up at her and ignore the glorious scent of her pussy that’s mere inches from my mouth. “Is that a deal, Miss Reed?”

Chapter 18

Tara

Having a man like Ryker Hudson on his knees for me is the single most empowering experience of my life. I’ve been in conference rooms with men twice my age and size who boom their voices and slam their fists on the table when they wheel-and-deal and I can storm out with my head held high and their balls in a jar by the time I’m finished with them.

In those instances, I’m untouchable.

But here with Ryker?

I want to be touchable. No, fuck that, I want to be edible. I want this man to devour every inch of me—with his mouth, his hands, his gaze.

One flick of his tongue along the seam of my pussy and I feel it over my whole body. A heated gaze from him and lust explodes in my bloodstream. All my anxiety evaporates when he puts his hands on me. If we’re enemies, that’s fine. I don’t care what we are as long as we’re something together.

He’s a powerful man. A strong, quiet, calculating man. He’s got dark secrets, and my demons want to drag them out and play with his vicious side.

“Put your hands on the wall for me and keep them there.”

I lean back and spread my arms wide as if I’m a butterfly pinned in a display case. Sir’s gaze penetrates me the same time he plunges a finger in my pussy.

“Stay steady for me,” he says before leaning in to lick my clit with fast, precise strokes of his tongue. The first orgasm builds deliciously, and I hold out for as long as I can. It’s hard to keep myself pinned like this when I want desperately to hold his head, dig my nails into his scalp, and grind against his mouth.

While he worships my body, my mind flashes to the way he took Garret down. How he was harsh and brutal when protecting me. How he was soft and patient with me afterwards. I hope he’s the same when he fucks.

“I’m close,” I say in a rush.

He doesn’t speed up or double down like I expect. Ryker just keeps his own pace, and I’m so very happy he does. I can feel each notch of pleasure build in my body, coiling until it reaches a crescendo.

My release is euphoric. Steady. Strong. But it’s not those sensations that does me in. It’s the way Ryker looks up at me as I come in his mouth. His grey eyes flutter open, his pupils blow wide, and he devours me like a starved animal that won’t let his meal escape.

And that’s what makes my motherfucking legs give out.

He catches me easily. I expect him to brag. Laugh at me. Say something annoying like “I told you so” but he’s still on the chase. Ryker lifts me up and cups my ass in his hands. With a growl, he shoves my back against the wall again and a breath tears out of him.

I want him to kiss me. I want to know if his mouth is diabolical on my lips or only my pussy. I want to know what he tastes like. What he feels like. I want to fuck him and get fucked by him. I want to see that animalistic, dangerously possessive look in his eyes again, and I want to put him back in that glassy-eyed subspace just like earlier with that flogger.

“Fuck me.”

His voice drops to a gravelly tone. “As my Butterfly wishes.”

Ryker carries me into my bedroom and lays me down amidst the million blankets and pillows I have. The swish of his belt, the rip of his zipper, the swoosh of his pants falling down before he steps out of them are all loud as screams. My heart’s rapidly beating. My pussy’s sopping wet.

When he crawls between my legs, he peppers my thighs with tiny kisses before licking my cunt again.

“No,” I say. “I don’t want your mouth. I want your cock.”

He glances up at me and I see it then—the feral animal is gone. The cold, distant man that was in the Butterfly suite with me just this morning is here. The one who looked at me like I was just a chore to do.

How did that happen?

Why?

“Ryker.”

He rolls me over on my belly. Slap! He spanks my ass hard and fast. “I told you to call me Sir.”

The sting renders me speechless. I’m mad and embarrassed and confused because what the hell? I reach behind me to shield my butt from another spanking, but he grips my hands and holds them both in one of his.

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