Page 75 of The Rule Breaker
Her breath hitches, and she nods, cheeks flushed, eyes dark with lust. “Yes.”
Something tightens in my chest, and I grip her jaw, tilting her face toward mine, needing her to see me. “No one else gets to see you like this.” My thumb brushes over her parted lips. “No one else gets to hear these sounds from you.”
She doesn’t answer. Can’t. Her breath catches, a moan breaking free, and I don’t let her think. I kiss her deep, claiming her lips. She clings to me, pulling me closer, matching my rhythm.
My mouth lowers, my lips leaving soft kisses along her jaw, down to her collarbone, smelling her sweet perfume mixed with a light layer of swear. A groan rumbles in the back of my throat, and I sink my teeth in, drawing a gasp from her lips, followed by a moan when I seal my mouth over the spot and suck. Hard.
Her body bucks under me, thighs clenching around my waist.
“God, I wanna mark you.” I shift lower, and my teeth find another patch of skin, just beneath her collarbone. I flick my tongue over it before I close my mouth and suck. “Here.”
She whimpers and I can feel the noise travel through her chest into my mouth.
“And here.” I drag my tongue up across the line of her shoulder, tasting salt and sex andher. “I want every inch of you marked by me.”
Her body tightens around me, pure fucking heaven, and just as I tip my head back with a groan, there's a knock on the damn door.
Isabella tenses, her eyes widening, but I’m not stopping. Not now. Not when we’re this close. I stay buried inside her, my pulse hammering.
“Get the fuck out of here,” I yell to whoever is at the door, thrusting deeper inside her.
She gasps, her head falling back, a moan slipping from her lips.
“Ryan?”
Fuck.
Cole’s voice makes my stomach drop. Isabella’s eyes snap open, her breath hitching.
I freeze, my jaw tight, but she doesn’t. No, the little tease squeezes around me. My whole body jerks in response, a strangled groan escaping before I can stop it.Jesus Christ.
She bites her lip, her expression entirely too smug, and I shoot her a warning look.
“It’s… occupied,” I manage, my voice wavering by the pleasure curling up my spine. My hands grip her thighs harder as I slowly thrust into her, unable to stop moving from how fucking good she feels.
Isabella clenches around me again. I snap my head up, pinning her with a dark look.
“Problem?” she asks with a teasing smirk.
I growl under my breath. “Yeah, I got a fucking problem.” I slam into her harder, grinding my hips against hers, making her whimper.
She gasps. “Oh god. Ryan?—”
I cut her off with another thrust. “Not so cocky now, huh?” Christ. I can’t stop. “Your pussy feels so fucking good,” I whisper, thrusting into her. “So tight, so fucking perfect around me.”
I hear Cole snicker from the other side of the door. “Yeah, I can tell. TellBrendaI said hi.”
Isabella’s smirk vanishes. Her brows knit together, suspicion flashing across her face. “Brenda?” she repeats.
For fuck’s sake.
“Ignore him. He’s just a dumbass.” My fingers dig into her hips, making sure she feels every inch of my cock still buried inside her. “Stop thinking about Cole and kiss me.”
I brush my lips against hers, swallowing any lingering doubts. My thumb finds her clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles. Her breath stutters against my lips, her body jerking in response. I can feel her getting closer, can feel the way she’s gripping me, pulling me deeper.
“Fuck,” I groan against her lips. “You’re squeezing me so tight. Can you feel how deep I am inside you?”
She moans, her hands clutching at my shoulders as she moves with me, desperate, frantic.
