Page 54 of Ryker

Still, some of the tension eases from my shoulders because, honestly, she looks thrilled. There was no buildup to what we just did. No playing, teasing, foreplay with anticipation. We clashed and tore at each other as if we both needed to explode, and inside each other was the fastest way to make that happen.

My eyebrow arches. “You liked being used hard like that?”

She wraps her arms around my neck and smiles up at me. “Yeah. It’s all I’ve wanted. For a really, really long time.”

I can’t swallow past the lump in my throat. I can’t swallow period. My instincts kick into action, and I reach back to turn the water off. We’ve cooled down enough, and she needs specific attention. “Does anything hurt?”

I fisted her before I fucked her. She’s got to be sore as hell.

“Nothing hurts.” She laughs a little. “I’m boneless and a little numb.”

Which means I’ve got time to tend to her, so the sub drop won’t hit too hard. “How about a warm bath, Butterfly?”

“Okay.”

With my arms firmly locked under her, I lift us both up and carry Tara out of the shower and into the adjacent claw-foot tub.

The cool off in the shower did wonders for my system, but the combination of coming down from my headspace, the cardio of fucking so hard, the terror of my sub slumping unconscious on me at the end, and then getting in a cold fucking shower has me all wonky again. Normally, I wouldn’t join my subs in a soak, but I think we both need it today.

Shit, I’m still wearing a condom. “Lean forward for me, baby.” She obeys, and I pull the rubber off and toss it in the trash beside the sink. I didn’t come, but Tara doesn’t notice. Not that I expected her to. I climb into the tub and help her inside. Turning on the water, I check in. “Too hot or cold?”

“It’s perfect,” she says, resting her back against me again. “I just want to sleep.”

Kissing the top of her head, I relax and let the warm water relax us both. Her weight feels good on my chest and holds down my galloping heart. While her breaths slow and steam billows around us, my past claws its way into my present again…

“That was really good, Ryker.” Natalie’s bent over, drying her long hair in a towel. “Can you go again?”

My dick’s going to fall off. Either from an STD or extreme use—this appendage isn’t going to last long in this business. “Yeah, if you want.”

“Veronica, ride him.”

The camera’s still rolling, and I’ve been in Natalie’s bed since eleven o’clock this morning. This has turned into a seven hour fuckfest and I’m dehydrated, sore, and exhausted.

“I’m too tender to go again, Nat. Ryker should have a girth certificate for that thing.”

Natalie swings her gaze to the other girl. “Erica?”

She sighs. “I’m done, too.”

“The camera’s still rolling. We’re making a lot of money today, guys. Don’t stop now.”

“Then you fuck him,” Veronica snaps.

Embarrassment tightens my throat, making it difficult to swallow what little pride I have left.

“Fine.” Dropping the towel, Natalie climbs onto the bed and wiggles her ass for the camera.

I don’t want to fuck her. I can’t. She makes my dick limp because no matter how beautiful she is, I hate her. She’s helped me gather clients and has shown me how to make a lot of money, but the cost is becoming too high.

I don’t know who I am anymore.

The other girls here are in the same boat. She’s trained us all. Broke us all. Uses us all. Getting down to business, she grabs a condom from the pile on the floor and straddles my hips. There’s no hiding the loathing in my gaze when she looks at me.

“There it is,” she says, smiling as she puts the wrapper between her teeth and rips it open. “I want that Ryker tonight.”

That Ryker? What the hell does she mean?

Reaching between our bodies, she grips my dick and strokes it, coaxing it to harden again.

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