Page 33 of Keeping What He Wants

He rubbed her hand along his chest and down his abdomen, watching her as he pressed her fingers around his cock. “Groin injuries will make a man sing soprano and beg for mercy.”

She squeezed his thick cock. “And I’m supposed to remember this when I’m being attacked?”

“Yes.”

“Medically speaking, it doesn’t take too much force to pop someone’s kneecap. What about that?” She moved so that she sat between Ryker’s legs.

“That works too.”

“I have defended myself before, you know.” He didn’t say anything. Ella rubbed his thigh. “I’m not as delicate as you think.”

“You’re not invincible either. I could force you to my will right now if I wanted to. You have limited knowledge on how to defend yourself properly.”

She leaned down to kiss the inside of his knee. “You really think you could force me to your will?”

She licked a path from his knee to his inner thigh. Ryker watched her, his eyes heavy with fatigue, though sparkling with interest. She flicked her tongue along his balls before gently sucking one between her lips.

“With a flick of my wrist.”

Her tongue lapped at the base of his cock, slowly trailing along the underside until she reached the tip. Meeting his gaze, she circled the head, watching as he watched her.

“Prove it.” She licked her lips. “If you win, then I’ll concede to you teaching me how to defend myself. If I win, you stop worrying about me.”

He gripped her arms and tightened his legs around her so she couldn’t move. Using a wrestling move, he rolled her to her back, blocking her from hitting him while completely dominating her at the same time. She huffed a breath, obviously frustrated.

“I wasn’t ready.”

“A criminal isn’t going to wait until you’re ready.” He settled in above her, in no hurry to let her up. “Where is your mace now?”

“I didn’t think I needed mace in my own bed.”

“Fair enough.” He leaned down and licked at her lips, whispering, “I’m still waiting for you to fend me off.”

She blinked a few times and tried pushing up against him. It got her nowhere. Ryker was too big, too strong, for her to take on.

“Fine. You win.”

“You’re giving up too easy.” He nibbled along her jaw. “If you were really being attacked, you wouldn’t throw in the towel, would you?”

“You weigh two hundred pounds more than me.”

He laughed. “I do not.”

“It feels like it when you’re sitting on my stomach.”

Ryker moved off her and stood to the side of the bed. “Put something on. We’re going to do this properly.”

He grabbed a pair of shorts for him and one of her tank-top-and-shorts sets for her. After they were dressed, he took her into the living room and grabbed her keys. She barely registered what he was doing before he tossed them to her.

“You think we’re fair now?”

“I’m not going to mace you.”

“Because I won’t let you. But that’s not the point. Do you really think those keys in your hand makes us even when fighting with me?”

“No.”

“Good.” He folded his arms over his chest. “First rule of defending yourself: level the playing field.”

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