Page 42 of Savage Loyalty

Her expression faltered for a moment, something like disbelief flickering across her face. “Axel wouldn’t do that,” she said, but her voice lacked conviction.

“He would,” I said, my tone softening just enough to cut deeper. “And he is. Two of my men are dead because of him.” "You're lying, Delilah," I growled, raking a hand through my disheveled hair. "I know you know more about the Black Vipers' operations. About what your brother is planning."

She crossed her arms, leaning against the rickety wooden table. "I've told you I don’t know anything, Ryder. And I don’t give a fuck"

In three quick strides, I closed the distance between us. Before I could react, my hand shot out and wrapped around her throat. I slammed her back against the wall, pinning her there as I leaned in close.

The sudden impact knocked the breath from her lungs. My face was inches from hers, my hot breath fanning across her cheeks. My grip on her throat tightened, not enough to choke, but a clear threat.

"I'm done playing games," I snarled. "Tell me what you know. Now."

Anger and defiance flared within her, overriding any fear. She glared into my eyes and growled, "Fuck you."

A dangerous smile curved my lips. "I plan to," I purred.

Before she could process my words, my mouth crashed down on hers. The kiss was brutal and punishing, all clashing teeth and battling tongues. I bit her lower lip hard enough to draw blood.

Without breaking the kiss, I used my free hand to undo my belt. I brushed my fingers against her stomach as I worked to free my dick.

My hands slid lower, gripping her thighs and lifting her effortlessly. Delilah wrapped her legs around my hips, her back pressed against the cool wall. Our kisses grew more urgent and hungry. I trailed my lips along her jaw, down her neck, nipping and sucking as she threaded her fingers through my hair.

With a deep growl that rumbled through his chest, he pushed aside her shorts and underwear. He could feel the heat of her, wet and ready for him. In one smooth motion, he entered her, filling her completely. She cried out in pleasure and pain.

"You love it," Ryder demanded, gripping her hips tightly. "Say it."

She refused to give him the satisfaction, biting down on her lip. In response, he pulled out almost all the way before slamming back into her. Her body tensed, and she saw stars behind her closed eyelids.

"Say it," Ryder urged again, setting a punishing rhythm.

She couldn't hold back any longer, waves of pleasure crashing over her as she gave in. "Yes!" she cried out, feeling a mix of ecstasy and self-disgust.

"That's right," Ryder panted, his fingers digging into her skin hard enough to leave marks. "You're my little whore."

She whimpered and arched her back as he continued his powerful thrusts, hitting that perfect spot deep inside her. The sensations were overwhelming–the stretch, the friction, the pleasure mingled with shame.

"Yes," she moaned, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer.

Ryder's pace increased, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She was getting closer and closer to the edge, feeling that familiar tension building low in her belly.

"Look at me," Ryder commanded in a rough voice filled with lust.

Her eyes fluttered open, meeting my intense gaze. I could see the desire in her dilated pupils, and a bead of sweat glistened on her brow. She was at the mercy of my relentless thrusts, completely under my control.

"You want this cock, don't you?" I growled, savoring the power I held over her. "Beg for it like the little slut you are."

I watched as she fought against her own pride, wanting to refuse but unable to resist the pleasure I was giving her.

"Please," she whimpered, surrendering herself to me completely. "Don't stop."

A wicked grin spread across my face as I slowed my pace, teasing her with each languid thrust. Her whimpers only fueled the fire burning inside me.

"That's it," I purred, reveling in her desperation. "Let me hear how much you want it."

But before she could beg any further, I pulled out suddenly and spun her around. She gasped in surprise as I bent her over the table next to us, eagerly anticipating what was to come.

And with one swift motion, I claimed her again.

She cried out, her body convulsing beneath me as I filled her once more. My hips pounded against hers, the table groaning with each forceful thrust.

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