Page 91 of My Ruthless Opponent

Would it be torture to sleep on the same bed while keeping my hands to myself? Yes. But for some reason, I am liking this way too much. I am truly a masochist when it comes to the Ruthless Jackson.

A lot had happened today. I was so drained that I quickly fell asleep. I imagined I would be sleeping like a baby after the tiring day but I rouse awake when someone whispers my name.

“Hannah.”

“Mmm,” I mumble, not willing to wake up. My hair is pushed to the side and I feel soft lips caressing my neck.

A hand slides around me from behind. It travels up and begins unbuttoning my pajama top.

I murmur something unintelligible in sleep. Probably a feeble protest.

My mind is disoriented. And I don’t know what’s happening.

I remember Raleigh coming to bed, and me creating a pillow wall before drifting off.

There are no pillows separating us anymore. His hard wall of chest is plastered against my back.

“Raleigh?” My voice is thick from sleep.

“Hmm.” He nibbles the skin on my neck and I let out a soft moan.

“What is happening?” I ask distractedly.

“Hush. Don’t talk. Just feel.” His hand that was unbuttoning my top has now slid inside it, cupping my breast.

I try to shake myself internally. Try to muster some willpower to stop this. But I want this.

So instead of thinking rationally, I arch into his palm.

He murmurs his approval and squeezes it before pinching my nipple hard.

“We shouldn’t do this.” I bite my lip when he takes my earlobe between his lips and bites down on it gently.

“Do what?”

“Whatever we are doing. It will complicate everything.”

“But you want me to continue, don’t you, princess?” His hand glides down and dives inside my pajama bottoms.

“No panties? I like it.” He plunges two of his thick fingers inside me and I come. Just like that. I was wound up all night and all it took was one touch from him and I came.

Raleigh yanks my bottoms down my legs and flips me to my stomach.

I am still dazed when he pulls me up on my knees and thrusts inside me from behind.

I bite down on the pillow to muffle my screams as he powers into me.

He sets a rhythmic pace but I want more. I need more.

“Harder, Raleigh. Give it to me harder.”

His hand buries in my hair and he yanks my head back.

He leans over me and stares into my eyes.

“I am going to fuck you however the fuck I want.” He then presses my head back down onto the pillow.

He pulls out until only the tip is inside me. Then rams inside me in one stroke.

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