Page 31 of Forbidden Pawn

It’s finally happening. My nerves are on fire, and I’m torn between wanting to run and wanting to sink into him.

He steps closer, his presence overwhelming, and his fingers graze my arm again, sending shivers through me that reach all the way down to my core. I flinch slightly, the weight of this moment pressing down on me, thoughts racing through my head. This is so wrong, I think, but God, it feels so right.

His voice is low, almost teasing when he says: “Or do you want me to do it?”

He hooks a finger under my cardigan and slowly slides it down my shoulder. My body stiffens under his touch, instinct battling with desire, but I let him continue. The cardigan slips from my arms, falling to the floor in slow motion.

I feel vulnerable, just standing there, and the need to touch him overwhelms me. I reach out, my hands trembling as I run them over his arms, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. But before I can get too far, he grabs my wrists, his grip firm but not painful, and pushes my hands back down.

“If we do this, we’re going to do it my way,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument. His eyes lock onto mine, the intensity in his gaze making it hard to breathe. “Do you understand?”

Without thinking, the words slip out of my mouth. “Yes, sir.”

His eyes darken with desire when I say it, a flare of something primal flashing in them, and I can feel the shift between us.Slowly, he undresses me, his hands steady and deliberate. Each item of clothing he peels away heightens the tension between us, the air thick with anticipation. My shirt, my leggings—they all come off, one by one, until I’m standing in just my underwear, feeling exposed in every way.

His hand reaches the waistband of my lace panties, and he pulls at the hem slightly, his voice filled with amusement. “Why did you bring these?”

The question throws me for a second, and I don’t have an answer. I didn’t exactly plan this moment, and now it feels like he’s calling me out for it. My cheeks flush again, and I bite my lip.

“Were you planning to seduce me?” Ryker’s voice cuts through the air, and for a split second, my heart skips a beat. Does he suspect something again? The question hangs heavy between us, and I feel the weight of his gaze as he watches me carefully, waiting for my response.

I take a breath, trying to calm the sudden rush of nerves.

“Sometimes a girl just likes to feel good about herself,” I say, shrugging it off with what I hope looks like confidence. “We don’t get dressed for men, you know?”

His eyebrow arches, and for a moment, I think he’s going to press further. But then a slow, almost predatory smile curls on his lips.

“Lucky for me,” he murmurs, letting his finger trail from my hip, skimming across my belly and up toward my breasts.

I shiver under his touch, my breathing growing heavier with each stroke of his fingers. The tension in the room is thick, suffocating, but it’s this tension that pulls me deeper into him. I’m panting now, barely holding it together as his hands explore my body. His touch is firm, deliberate, making my skin burn with anticipation. He’s so tender and restrained, almost too reserved.

His hands move behind me, and with one swift motion, he unhooks my bra. The fabric falls away, leaving me fully exposed before him. Ryker cups my breasts, his large hands kneading them gently, sending jolts of pleasure through me. I bite my lip, trying to keep from making too much noise, but the heat between us is building too fast.

He leans down, his lips grazing my skin before his mouth closes over one of my nipples. A sharp gasp escapes me as he sucks, his tongue swirling around the already sensitive peak. His hands squeeze my breasts harder, adding just enough pressure to blur the line between pleasure and pain.

I can’t hold back anymore. I’m panting, my body responding to every movement, every touch. His teeth graze my nipple, biting down just enough to send a shock of pain through me. But the pleasure that follows is overwhelming, consuming me.

My hands clutch at his shoulders, barely able to keep me steady as he continues to suck, bite, and tease me. Then he lets go of me, his dark eyes locked on mine with an intensity that sends a fresh wave of heat through my body.

“Now, let’s see if you really enjoyed that as much as I think you did,” he says, his voice low and commanding.

Before I can even process what he means, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulls them down in one swift motion. The fabric falls to the floor, pooling around my feet, and I step out of them instinctively, never breaking eye contact. My heart pounds in my chest, the air between us thick with anticipation.

He bends down, capturing my lips in a hard, heated kiss, pulling me close with one arm wrapped tightly around my waist. I‘m trapped, my body melting against the hard outline of his sculptured physique. His other hand moves lower, slipping between my thighs, and I gasp into his mouth as his fingersreach my core. The pressure of his hand sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, my body trembling under his touch.

“Spread your legs,” he breathes, only breaking our kiss for a second. “Now.”

There’s no protest dancing on my tongue, and no hesitation. I move my feet apart and he doesn’t waste a second. He parts my soft lips with two fingers and lets a third slide in between. The approving hum that vibrates through our kiss tells me he found what he was hoping for.

“What a good, naughty girl you are,” he says in a whisper, breaking our kiss, but leaving his hand between my legs.

I moan when he finds my clit again, circling the swollen nub and sending more hot jolts of pleasure through my entire body. Why is he so good at this? He must have a lot of practice.

I can already feel the buildup of an orgasm, and have to stop myself from groaning with frustration when he removes his hand. My hazy eyes find his, barely able to focus as my mind and body are tense with fiery need.

“Get down on your knees,” he commands—and I oblige immediately.

Chapter 24

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