Page 66 of Ryker

A Dom/sub relationship won’t work unless there’s trust. Tara clearly trusts me, but I don’t trust her. Not enough to confess my reasons. They shouldn’t matter, anyway. This isn’t about my hangups, it’s about celebrating, worshipping, and exploring her.

“Why are you sorry, Ryker?”

My fists clench along with my jaw. She should call me Sir, but I can’t seem to find the strength to correct her. I like the way my name sounds from her mouth. My gaze roams her beautiful features. I should explain why I’m sorry, but I won’t. I can’t. But I can be honest about something else. Confess something just as damning. “You fascinate me.”

There. I’ve just handed over the one thing I shouldn’t: My power.

She knows I’ve watched her. She knows I’m possessive of her. But now she knows I’m fucking obsessed with her. That’s what fascination is for a man like me.

The way her eyes widen, the sound of her breath escaping, the sight of her cheeks pinking, has me uneasy. She’s flattered when she shouldn’t be.

She’s going to exploit me again with this. Use this new weakness of mine to get something she wants. And I’ll have no one to blame but myself.

Her expression softens, and she smiles while cupping my face, trapping me. Then she lifts on her toes to kiss me.

Fuck that.

Knocking her hands away, I step back three paces and scoff. “Don’t get the wrong idea, Tara. I’m not a hero or your boyfriend. I’m just a dick you’ll ride until your time is up.”

I’ve got to get the fuck out of here so I can get my head back in the game and remember my purpose here. Because what almost just happened can’t happen at all. Turning to head out of the room, I make it all the way to the door before something hits the back of my head.

Chapter 24

Tara

I’ll admit, I have a short temper. I let things pile up until something finally makes me snap and then I lose my shit about everything. So, when Ryker had the audacity to walk away after what he said, I did the first thing that came to mind.

I threw a dildo at his head.

Hey, it was the closest weapon within reach. And it’s still in the box, so it’s perfectly reusable.

Ryker pitches forward when the box makes contact with his skull, and the impact is loud. My heart hammers in my throat when he slowly turns around and glowers at me.

If looks could kill, someone would be reading my obit online right now.

Oh well. I don’t care. He’s making me crazy. Thrusting my chin out, I scowl back and put my hands on my hips.

“You’re going to pay for that, Butterfly.”

I hope so. I hope he spanks my ass until I can’t sit. “Well, if you’re going to act like an asshole, I’m going to treat you like one.”

I enjoy about two seconds of pure satisfaction until I’m suddenly stumbling backwards because of how fast he comes storming over to me.

“So. Fucking. Naughty.” His aggressiveness overshadows any dominance I’ve gained as he backs me against the bench. “Do you know what happens to bad girls in my club, Butterfly?”

His mouth is incredibly close to mine, and that burning intensity is back in his eyes. Will he rail me hard enough to make me boneless again? Will he teach me a lesson in manners with spankings and forced orgasms? I want that Ryker back. No, I need that Ryker back. The one who maneuvered me into our suite after he beat the shit out of Dmitri. The one who pinned me at my apartment and fucked me until I couldn’t breathe. My body unfurls and mouth waters thinking about it.

Being used like a fucktoy is addictive. Getting fucked by a machine unlocked a new kink. Having Ryker as my partner is going to be my undoing. There’s a reason he picked this room, and it has nothing to do with me and a lot more to do with him. I want to know more.

I’ll get it out of him even if it breaks me to do so.

“What happens to bad girls, Sir?” Because I’m going to be the best bad girl in this motherfucking club.

His eyes roam over my face and finally lands on my mouth. I want him to kiss me. Why hasn’t he done that yet? Tipping my head back, I sweep the tip of my tongue along my lips to dampen them. His hold on my waist tightens while he watches.

“You will not enjoy it, I assure you.”

I arch my brow. “Try me.”

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