Page 73 of Bound by Vengeance
Austyn lets out a laugh, tightly holding me.
Finally, she’s let me in fully. Time to get the fuck out of here and show her how much I love her.
C H A P T E R T W E N T Y-T W O
My body is sweaty and well-used. Work was slow, so I went home early and decided the gym was in order. It was pretty busy today. It took me a bit to get through my routine, Ryker helping me along the way. With each punch and kick, I imagined it was JK’s body I was attacking. If nothing else, it made me feel better. That’s what matters. Not that I was feeling horrible, but I’ve been feeling off lately.
The last week and a half has been fantastic with Ryker. I’ve allowed myself to open up more and show him exactly what he gets with me. So far, he’s loved it all. At least, that’s what he says.
I found out that trying to push him away took way too much energy—his pull is very strong. It’s so much easier to let things happen, and so far, it’s been spectacular. He’s my man, and I’m his woman; I’ve learned to accept that. Furthermore, he knows all about my past. It’s like a dream come true.
The only downfall to us being so tight is I’ve had to sneak into the bathroom to check my computer for information. That means my bathroom time has been a bit long, and considering Emery asked me is everything coming out okay, I knew I had to chill with it.
This doesn’t make me happy. JK is a sneaky fuck. I want to watch the feeds and see if the emails have come or gone, and if they have, I want to see if the worm is doing its job.
Losing my focus on JK is not what I want. I’ve come too far to lose it now, but it’s hard when the man you’ve craved lies next to you every night.
Not only do I want vengeance, he needs to be silenced forever. Just thinking about JK opening his mouth sends me into a downward spiral that I can’t afford. No, he’s not worth that. I’ll find him, and it’ll go away. It must, because it will ruin everything Ryker and I have built.
“What are ya thinkin’ so hard about, beautiful?”
I shrug, pulling my legs up onto the couch. “My mind just wanders sometimes.”
Ryker hauls me over to his side, putting his arm around me. “You need to talk, I’m here. I don’t give a fuck what it’s about.
No more of this shit eatin’ at you. It’s done, and now we deal with it together.”
As the guilt hits me hard, I lean over and kiss him roughly, telling him everything in my kiss while wiping my mind free of the “what-ifs.”
He pulls me onto his lap, tightly gripping my ass before ripping his lips away. “Clothes. Off. Now.” His words are choppy as desire swarms in his eyes.
Getting up, I remove everything as Ryker pulls out his cock from his jeans and begins to stroke it while watching me. That is so damn hot.
Ryker then drops his ass to the floor, his back to the couch. “Come sit on my face.”
Puzzlement fills me on how to complete this task, but Ryker doesn’t give me a chance to think. He tugs me forward then lifts my ass so my knees go on either side of his head. My hands reflexively fall to the back of the couch. Then his lips are on me— hot, wet, and so damn good.
He grips my thighs, but I still manage to move my hips, matching his rhythm and feeling the slow burn creep inside me. He kisses my core like he does when he kisses my lips, like he can’t get enough of me.
“Oh, God! Ryker!” I scream out as he hits a very sensitive spot, almost putting me over the edge. He devours me, tasting, sucking, and nipping.
“Ride it,” he growls, and just like riding a motorcycle, I do, swirling my hips and grinding myself down on his face.
His tongue spears inside me, sending pleasure spiking. Ryker continues his assault on my pussy.
“Right there. Right there!” I yell out as he touches that spot once more, causing pleasure to streak through me.
I clutch the couch, holding on for dear life, as my head shakes back and forth, my hair going everywhere.
He rides me out until my body goes limp. Then, without warning, he’s up and pushing me down so I’m on my hands and knees. Ryker is behind me, his hard length rubbing up and down my already sensitive core. There’s movement for a moment, then tearing noise, and then he’s inside me.
I fall to my elbows as his thrusts become so powerful I can’t hold myself up. With my back arched, the penetration is deep.
And with him behind me, holding my hips, it’s rough.
I move backward as he moves forward, my body flushed and more aroused by the moment. In this moment, I realize how strong Ryker is and how much power he controls around me. This isn’t the sweet love we made the first time. No, this is raw, carnal fucking. Two bodies searching for a release that will block out time.
With the history bestowed upon me, I never thought this could be a part of my life—this desperate need for someone—but here it is, in all its bold colors, ready to paint my world into a beautiful mural.
