Page 153 of Wanna Play A Game?
A mixture of mint and Ryder’s manly scent surrounds me, and it makes me weak. He sits up, pinning my hips under his. I’m forced to watch as he grabs the bottom of his shirt and slowly yanks it over his head. He’s shredded and covered everywhere I can see in tattoos. There’s not a blank space of skin anywhere but his neck and the palms of his hands.
“Close your mouth, Princess. You’re supposed to look like you don’t want it.”
I snarl.
Ryder just laughs, his white teeth flashing, then undoes his belt slowly. I watch his tattooed hands and fingers work, moving with familiarity and flow. With a yank, he pulls the belt from his pants. I can see the imprint of his dick. It’s straining against his jeans. I’ve seen it briefly before, but right here in front of me, it looks huge.
My heart hammers. Fuck. What have I gotten myself into?
Ryder throws the belt down on the bed with a thwack, and I jump. He smirks and reaches into his pants, pulling out his dick.
I gasp. It’s big. And not only that, it’s lined with two tattoos. I look closer. They’re Sawyer and Miles’s names.
“You like that?” Ryder watches me eyeing it.
I snap my gaze to his and clench my jaw.
“I bet you’ll like it when I claim you with it, too.”
Excitement and fear run through me. “No,” I say.
Ryder snaps a hand down to my throat, and his other clamps over my eyes.
My world goes black, and my heart races.
“No,” I gasp, this time in fear.
I feel his hot dick rub against my pussy.
“Mmmm,” he groans, thrusting against me. “Your heart is flying, little mystery. Are you afraid?”
I clench my jaw.
Ryder’s voice comes against my ear, gravely and hungry, “Why are you afraid? Are you afraid you’ll like it when your enemy fucks you? When he makes you come all over his dick while you say you don’t want it?”
Heat floods my pussy.
“Oh, I think you like that. How embarrassing. Keep being afraid, little mystery; it’s doing something for me.”
“Bastard.”
I feel him notch at my entrance. My body trembles, and he groans, “Yes. Good fucking girl.”
I try to get away, but he’s there pursuing, stretching, filling, chasing me. My nerve endings are on fire as he pushes deep inside me. He lets out a shaky groan.
His dick rubs against a spot inside me. I arch my back, pushing into his hands that are holding my face and neck.
A hot mouth closes over my nipple, and his tongue flicks it. I buck into him as sensation shoots through me. He licks and sucks and nips until my nipple is hard and throbbing, then he goes to the other.
“Ryder,” I groan, trying to protest.
“Ryder, what?” he mocks. “Ryder, please? Ryder, stop? Ryder, make me come?”
“Fuck you,” I say.
“You’re the one getting fucked, Cali.” With that, he pulls out and slams back inside me. Pain shoots all the way through me, and I cry out.
He doesn’t stop. He continues to pound in and out, filling me to the max. He leans on my throat, pushing my head down and making me lightheaded. I hate that I can’t see him.
