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I’m trembling now, my breath ragged, and I know I’m close—so close I can barely think straight. His fingers move faster, deeper, while his tongue keeps circling my clit, never letting up. My whole body is on fire, every nerve lit up, and I can feel the orgasm building, threatening to tear me apart.

And then he withdraws, leaving me in needy agony, as I watch him lick his wet lips with relish.

“You are such a good girl,” he praises, as he positions himself between my legs. “You deserve this. You truly do.”

I arch my back, moving my hips to invite him in. My breath hikes when I can feel the fat tip of his cock at my entrance, already parting my lips. He’s so big, bigger than anyone I have ever been with before. I need him so much, every fiber of my being is strained with anticipation and I can’t stop myself from licking my lips, shaken by a thrill of pleasure.

He moves forward and, with one forceful thrust, he spreads me apart, easily sliding inside my wetness as I moan beneath him.

He bends my legs and pushes them up to my chest to gain more leeway, no longer gentle and cautious, as he fucks me with voracious desire. His enormous size stretches me with every single one of his brute motions, reaching parts inside of me that no man has reached before. The pain causes me to wince and mewl, but my voice is spiced with pure ecstasy. Soon, those cries turn into outbursts of release and lust as I take him in, meeting him thrust for thrust.

I want to touch him, but hesitate before I reach up, holding on to his rock-hard abs, my fingers digging into his skin and he continues to fuck me wildly.

Our eyes meet when I look up to find his strained face, and at first I want to look away, want to shield myself from the truth of what is happening right now. I’m fucking my father’s murderer—and he doesn’t even know it. He has no idea who I am, and just a few days ago, he was nothing but a shadow of fear and grief for me. But now, things are different.

Now, he’s Ryker—the man who is tearing me apart with brute lust, the man who sunk his head between my legs to pleasure me in a way no one ever has before.

The man whose cock I’m going to come on every minute now. I can’t hold it in much longer. It just feels too good, too real and overwhelming.

His thrusts intensify, growing faster and deeper with every moment that passes. I feel my orgasm already approaching.

“You will not come until I tell you to,” he produces under his breath. “Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” I breathe, trying to adjust my position to keep myself from coming.

But he doesn’t let me. With a swift motion, he grabs both of my wrists and pins me down on the sofa, while he continues to drive into me with such violence that my entire body is rocking beneath him. It feels like he’s rearranging my insides, my entire being coming apart under his relentless shoves.

He’s smiling now, a sinister tug at the corner of his mouth, his buff chest glistening with a hint of sweat. I can’t move, forced to receive thrust after thrust, while I gather all of my strength to stop myself from coming. Every time he rams into me, I’m met with a wave of delight, a tingle that gets worse by the minute. I can feel my center clenching around him, edging him on.

“Please,” I hear myself beg.

He leans forward to kiss me, his tongue invading my mouth as he continues fucking me mercilessly, silencing my plea for a release. Our lips intertwine and I’m encircled by his alluring scent, so dazed and overcome with bliss.

“I’m gonna c–” I breathe into our kiss.

“Oh, yes you will,” he interrupts me, before he straightens up and brings his right hand to my center.

I let out a cry of desire when he rubs my clit, his rock-hard erection still pounding relentlessly in rhythm.

“Now,” he hisses. “Come on my cock, Grace.”

Even hearing him say this name, this lie that I’ve been serving him, doesn’t stop me from losing myself in a much anticipated release.

I cry out with relish and arch my back, throwing my head back as far as possible, as my orgasm claims control of me, washing over me like a violent torrent. I come hard, my muscles clenching around him as if my body is trying to trap him, to make him stay inside me forever.

And he feels it. Through half-closed eyes, I can see him losing control, as well, as he finds his release inside me. We are climaxing together, our moans and groans a symphony of insanepleasure, while the harsh reality of everything that lies between us evaporates for a few blissful moments.

Chapter 26

Ryker

I wake up, as the first rays of sunlight shine into the room, and I immediately feel the weight of an unfamiliar warmth next to me. I turn around, lingering, as I hold my breath, and my heart skips a beat when I find Grace lying next to me. She’s sleeping peacefully, her wild hair poking out from under the covers, while half her faced is buried underneath.

What the hell happened last night? My mind races as I replay the events. We had dinner, and another bottle of wine that probably led us into this mess. I remember daring her to swim naked, daring her to undress before me, and when she did…

I wasn’t that drunk, was I? No, I was just reckless. A rush of irritation darts through me as I push back the covers and swing my legs over the side of the bed. She stirs for a little, but doesn’t open her eyes.

I stand up, trying to shake off the confusion that clings to me. I rake my fingers through my hair, frustration building as I slip downstairs to the kitchen. The sight of the remnants of our dinner greets me, a stark reminder of my carelessness. Plates are strewn across the table, the smell of leftover food lingering in the air, and I can’t help but scowl.

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