Page 87 of Cold Carnage

His movements were relentless, each thrust pushing me further into the mattress. I could feel every inch of him inside me, filling me up until I thought I might burst. It was overwhelming, but I couldn't deny the way my body responded to him.

My fingers clutched at the sheets, trying to find purchase as he pounded into me. Each movement sent shockwaves through my body, making my muscles tense and release in a delicious rhythm. I could feel myself building towards another climax, my body trembling with anticipation.

But just as I was about to reach the peak, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and frustrated. I let out a whimper of protest, but he silenced me with a sharp slap on my ass.

"Not yet," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I'm not done with you."

He flipped me over onto my back, his eyes blazing with desire. He slid back inside me, his movements slower and more deliberate this time. Each stroke was measured, designed to draw out my pleasure for as long as possible.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, matchingthe rhythm of my own. His lips found mine, and he kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth with a hunger that left me breathless.

As he continued to move inside me, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge again. My muscles tensed, my breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. And then, with one final thrust, I was sent spiraling over the edge, my body convulsing with pleasure.

He followed soon after, his movements becoming erratic as he found his own release. He collapsed on top of me, his breath hot and heavy against my neck.

"Ryker," I said, looking over at him. "We can't keep doing this."

He said nothing, his silence heavy in the room.

I sat up, pulling the sheet around me. "I... I don't think you realize just how badly I want you," I continued. "But I wantyou. I don't want just sex. And I don't think it's fair to either of us if we pretend or hide this. The team is the most important thing to you, and that's not even mentioning your brother?—"

"Do not speak of my brother after I've thoroughly fucked you," he said coldly.

I sighed, feeling a pang in my chest. "I don't want to come between that," I said softly. "And honestly? I don't think I could. And that's okay. But I know how I feel about you. And I don't... I wouldn't want to be the reason things get worse before they get better."

"Is that what happened with the coach?" Ryker asked tightly.

I furrowed my brow. "What are you?—"

"From Michigan," he clarified.

I looked away, feeling the weight of his gaze on me. "Look," I said slowly, choosing my words carefully. "After you... I threw myself into work and my studies. He was there. I don't know what you want me to say."

"You covered up his shit," Ryker accused.

"I did," I admitted, feeling a knot form in my stomach. "He was recruiting players that went against the guidelines, using sorority girls to help, and it leaked. He didn’t force the girls, though I’m not sure that makes this better. Anyway, I managed to cover it up for him and the team. But after, I left him. He pressured me to lie for him and I didn't want that to be what I stood for."

The room felt like it was closing in on me as Ryker's eyes bore into mine, searching for something—truth, perhaps, or maybe understanding.

"Paige," he started, but the words seemed to stick in his throat.

"This isn't college," I said, my voice wavering. "If people found out about us, it would only add to the Serpents' reputation. And I know how important that is to you." I sighed, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. "I don't want you to be stripped of the captaincy or traded in order to restore faith in the team."

His gaze pierced through me. "What about what I want?"

"And what do you want?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

He stayed silent, his eyes intense but unreadable. The silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating. I looked away, unable to hold his gaze any longer. Standing up, I wrapped the sheet tighter.

"Look," I murmured, trying to keep my voice steady. "It's not a good idea. Because we will get found out. And then what?"

Still, he said nothing. His silence spoke volumes, filling the room with an unspoken tension that seemed impossible to break.

"Well?" I pressed, feeling frustration bubbling up inside me. "Don't you have anything to say?"

Ryker stood up, his movements deliberate and controlled. "I think you've said plenty," he replied, his tone cold and distant.

I watched as he got dressed, each action a painful reminder of the wall building between us. The room felt colder without his warmth beside me, and a part of me wanted to reach out, to bridge the gap forming between us.

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