Page 31 of Twisted Games of Revenge

“You know that’s a one-hundred-thousand-dollar car!” he snaps.

I nervously bite down on my lip. “No, but I’m not surprised either with what he wants me to do.”

“I saw the way he was talking to you. You’re under his thumb already, aren’t you?”

I blink back at him, not sure how much I should say. “Ricky, you guys wouldn’t help me. I wasn’t waiting around for you to do something. That man has taken too much from me already.”

Dropping his head, he lets out a heavy sigh. “I never wanted anything more, until you came along. You made me want you. Made me see a future for the first time that wasn’t filled with the fucked-up shit we have to deal with every day. Then you just left.” I hear his heartbreak. It’s devastating.

I want to fall apart hearing his hurt, but I know I have to be strong for both of us. “Ricky, I’m sorry. What we had was fun, but we both knew it couldn’t go anywhere. I can’t love you,” I whisper the last part with a sob wracking through my chest, my body betraying me. I do love him.

His hands fly to my face, grabbing me so I’m forced to look right into his sad eyes. “I don’t believe you,” he seethes, a wave of anger coming over him I haven’t seen before.

My chest heaves with fresh pain. “Please,” I beg of him. I need him not to make this harder than it already is. I can see how broken up he is, and it’s killing me. “Please, Ricky. I’m so sorry, I never wanted to hurt you. But it’s over.”

I notice the glistening unshed tears in his eyes. He’s devastated.

I inhale, trying desperately to suck in a breath when I feel like my heart’s about to stop there is so much pain radiating through me. Hurt them to save them, it’s the only way, I remind myself, trying to stay strong. But after what his papa said tonight, I don’t even know if I have to stay away from him. Enzo knows Alessandro likes to share his girlfriends. He’s expecting me to be okay with it. Since I’m now fake-dating him, does that give me a loophole as Vivian, meaning I can see Ricky as well?

“You might be able to lie to yourself, to the boys, but you can’t lie to me. I fucking know you, Harley. Better than you know yourself.”

My eyes plead with him to understand I’m doing this for them. To save them from Enzo.

“I never thought someone I loved so deeply could hurt me the way you have, but I guess I should have known better.” He releases my face, and I feel him distancing himself from me.

I stare back at him, not able to utter one damn word, because if I do, it will beI love you, Ricky. And that would destroy everything. He has to believe this is real or none of this works and everything I have sacrificed already will be for nothing.

“Nothing, you have nothing to say back to me,” he snaps.

My eyes fill with tears, and I bite the inside of my lip, willing them to fuck off. You’re stronger than this, Harley. Remember why you’re doing this. But before I can stop myself, I grab hisface, pulling him toward me in an earth-shattering kiss. I fucking love him with everything I have, and my kiss tells him exactly that.

His kiss is hungry, his tongue exploring every corner of my mouth. Our bodies move together as I shift one leg over his lap, straddling him to feel his hard body pressing against mine. His hands coming to my waist, he holds me close, and I know that’s what he needs as well.

Eventually we pull back from each other, our chests heaving as we both gasp for air. Our foreheads touch gently, creating a moment of intimacy we both know is more real than I can admit.

“I knew it was bullshit right from the start. You can’t lie to me, baby doll.” His lips find mine once more, warm and soft, and I melt into him. His presence is all I need this evening; he’s my comfort, my strength, my everything in this moment when my world feels so unsure. When I know I’m digging myself into a deeper hole by the second with Enzo. Ricky can distract me and remind me there is still so much to fight for at the same time.

I can feel his hard cock beneath me as I rock my hips, craving the sensation of him against my throbbing clit. Wanting so desperately to have more. His hands explore my body, gently caressing my breasts, while his lips trace a path down my neck. Everything about his touch is perfection. He’s right, he knows me so damn well.

Feeling the fabric against my thighs, I push my short dress up and over my ass, getting it out of the way. “Ricky, I need you.”

“Not as much as I need you, baby doll.” His hand slips between my thighs, cupping my pussy through my thong. He traces his fingers over the soaking silk fabric, before shoving my thong out of the way completely and sinking two thick fingers inside of me.

I cry out, my body so worked up with all the tension of the last few nights I could combust from this alone. He curls his fingers in the way he knows drives me fucking wild, and I take hold ofthe steamy car window, trying to find something to stabilize me. What he’s doing feels like heaven, and in seconds I’m closing my eyes, getting lost in the moment with him.

His lips are back on mine, and hurried desperate kisses turn rough as we both lose control. I’m so frantic for him I’m shaking. With trembling hands, I reach for his belt, unbuckling it and zipping down his fly. He moves down a little lower in the seat so I can pull his massive cock free. He’s impossibly hard, and I take great pleasure in wrapping my fingers around him and stroking him. “I need you to fuck me. Please, Ricky.”

His lips turn up into a menacing grin. This is us at our best. Leaving all the shit behind and just fucking raw and dirty, not giving two shits that we’re in a biker club parking lot. His windows are tinted enough that I don’t care. And right now, the only thing I need is to feel him stretch me.

He removes his fingers from my pussy and takes his cock from my hand, lining himself up with my entrance. I smirk back at him then impale myself on his cock, moaning out into the car as he fills me.

His eyes lock with mine, and my heart flutters in fear, because I know this is it. I will never be able to walk away from this man.

His fingers bite into my ass as he assists me in rocking over him in the confined space, my moans filling the car. He palms my tits through the fabric of my dress. Pulling one free through the low V, his head drops to my chest, and he sucks a nipple into his mouth.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” I cry as a flutter runs through me, and I feel a fresh wave of arousal coating his cock. I ride him, slipping up and down over his cock repeatedly, the sensation building a frenzy within my body. “Ricky,” I warn him, knowing I’m getting close.

“Yes, baby doll.” It’s all he says, and the two of us fall apart, climaxing together.

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