Page 68 of Scorching Lies

“Tell me, Killer. Was your pussy wet when you pulled the trigger?”

Her whole body shakes with the force of her shiver. A moan slips past her soft pink lips.

“Yeah, baby. I think you’re still dripping right now.” My teeth nip at her earlobe, “Why don’t I see how soaked you are in front of all these people.”

Dropping her head back to rest on my shoulder, she sways her ass against me, “We can’t.”

“Then tell me to stop.”

My hand rubs down her side, squeezing her hip, my fingers dip into the side of her dress. Drawing circles on her skin, my hand lowers until I can feel the heat between her thighs.

“Please Rye.” She groans.

“Please what? Stop?” I taunt.

Turning us in a circle we sway back and forth. Slipping further down, the tip of my fingers spread her pussy open, meeting slick skin. She’s dripping.

“Fuck, Killer. You’re so fucking ready for me.”

My other hand grips her hip, pressing her ass into my stiff cock. The ache is almost too much, but when my finger slides inside her tight cunt I almost bend her over and fuck her right here.

Her head thrashes, “Please. Please Ryker.” Her words are urgent.

“Tell me what you want.”

Curling my finger inside her, I rub the spot that drives her closer to the edge, adding another finger to fill her. She still needs more.

“So fucking needy. Such a slut for me, baby.” My tongue licks up the side of her neck.

“Yes. Only for you.”

Pinching her clit, my fingers thrust slowly in and out, dragging her closer, but not enough to push her over the edge. When her walls start to pulse around my fingers, I slide them out leaving her to hover right at the peak.

“Next time I see another man hanging off your arm, I’ll rip it from his body and fuck you with it. Understand?”

Smacking her ass I pull her from the room fuming and unsatisfied.

CHAPTER THIRTY

KENNA

Ryker stands near the window looking out at the dark sky, his hand curled around a sheet of paper. The one I found. The one that saysAlice Addington.The daughter of Ethan Addington himself. My shoes wear a path in the carpet, pacing is the only thing keeping me from storming back to the dorm where Ally is. She has no idea that we know her little secret.

Forgiving her for taking money from the guys to spy on me? It was hard, but we made it through that. This? She’ll be lucky if I don’t rip out her throat with my teeth. So many questions are left hanging in the air that none of us can focus on because we are missing someone. A piece of us. The ache of having one of us hurting so bad that they go off the grid is unbearable.

“Killer, sit that pretty little ass down or be still. You’re driving me crazy.”

Ryker doesn’t look away from the night sky outside, but he doesn’t have to. I can feel his pain as if it were my own, because it is. The anger at being betrayed after taking someone in.

“What’s the plan, brother?” West asks.

“We go pick up a rat.” I say answering for Ryker.

Ryker turns, caramel eyes connecting with mine. A wicked promise gleaming in their depths. Moving away from the window he takes long slow strides to me, giving me time to run, but I don’t. I wait for him with anticipation. Crowding me against the back of the couch, my head tips back to hold eye contact. Grabbing me by the back of my neck he pulls me in, his nose running up the column of my throat, inhaling the scent that drives him mad.

“Yeah, little killer, let's go pick us up a rat.” Nipping at my neck he sends a shiver through me.

A groan slips past my lips, “Ryker.”

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