Page 20 of Dead Devil's Playground
"What's it gonna be?" Kai asks, slowing his pace deliberately, drawing a frustrated whimper from Rylan.
I don't answer him. Instead, I stalk forward, my boots heavy against the floor as I approach the table. Kai's lips curl into a triumphant smirk that I want to punch off his face, but I ignore him. My focus is entirely on her.
I reach the edge of the table and lean over her, my face hovering inches from hers. "Is this what you want?" I ask, my voice rough with need. "Tell me, Rylan."
Her lips part, but no sound comes out. Kai thrusts hard, making her gasp.
"Use your words," I command, letting her see the hunger I've been hiding for years.
"Yes," she whispers, the single word loaded with desire.
That's all I need. I wrap the fingers of one hand around her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her pulse jump beneath my palm. My other hand moves lower, seeking the place where she and Kai are joined. I find her clit, swollen and slick, and begin to circle it.
Her reaction is immediate and intoxicating—back arching, eyes widening, a choked moan escaping her lips. Kai resumes his rhythm, matching his movements to the pace of my fingers.
"Look at you," I murmur, watching her face contort with pleasure. "So fucking beautiful like this. I've imagined this for years—touching you, watching you come apart under my hands, around my cock."
I increase the pressure on her throat slightly, feeling her pulse quicken. Then I release it, allowing her a full breath before tightening again. The alternating pressure sends her higher, her eyes rolling back.
I tighten my grip on her throat, feeling her pulse jump wildly beneath my palm. Then I release, letting her drag in a desperate breath before squeezing again. The rhythm of it matches the movement of my fingers on her clit, and I can feel her body responding, tensing with each cycle. Her eyes are locked with mine, pupils blown wide with desire. Those fucking blue eyes, burning into me like they can see every filthy thought I've ever had about her.
Kai continues his relentless pace, his chuckle is like gravel, knowing and smug. I ignore him. He doesn't matter right now. Nothing matters but her—the way she writhes beneath my touch, the flush spreading across her skin, the soft, choked sounds she makes when I allow her to breathe.
"I've thought about making you come so hard you forget your own name," I confess, my voice rough with need. "Thought about watching your face when you fall apart. Dreamed about how you would taste on my tongue."
Her hips buck, seeking more pressure, more friction. I give it to her, increasing the speed of my circles, pressing harder.
"You're going to come for me," I demand, leaning closer until our lips are almost touching. "I want to see it, every second of it. Want to watch those pretty eyes roll back. Want to feel you shatter."
She whimpers, her body trembling on the edge. I loosen my grip on her throat, letting her gasp for air.
"Please," she begs, the word barely audible.
"Please what?" I press, needing to hear her say it. "Tell me what you need."
"Make me come," she gasps. "Please, Hudson."
My name on her lips is almost enough to undo me. I redouble my efforts, fingers working her clit while my other hand alternates pressure on her throat. Kai keeps up with my rhythm,driving into her with deep, powerful thrusts that have the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the apartment.
"That's it," I murmur, watching her face contort with pleasure. "Let go for me. I want to see everything—every expression, every tremor. Give it to me, sweetheart."
I pinch her clit and she breaks beautifully. Her back arches off the table, her mouth open in a silent scream as her body convulses. I don't miss a second of it—the way her eyes widen then flutter closed, the deep flush that spreads across her chest, the pulse of her throat beneath my fingers. I memorize every detail, burning it into my mind in case this is the only time I ever get to witness her coming undone.
Kai follows her over the edge with a guttural groan, his rhythm faltering as he empties himself inside her. For a moment, the three of us remain frozen, the only sound our ragged breathing.
Then reality crashes back in. I step away from the table, my hands falling to my sides. The loss of contact is physical pain, but I force myself to move back, to give her space.
Kai recovers first, pulling out of her with a satisfied sigh. He glances at me, that knowing smirk playing on his lips before he heads to the bathroom. I hear water running as he presumably gets a cloth to clean her up.
Rylan lies still for a moment longer, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. Then she sits up slowly, wincing slightly as she slides off the table without waiting for Kai. Her legs are unsteady beneath her, and I resist the urge to reach out and steady her.
She glances at me, a flush still coloring her cheeks. "Well," she says, her voice husky from my grip on her throat, "who knew the old man was so good with his fingers? Good thing too, since at your age, I'm guessing that's all that still works reliably."
The taunt snaps me out of my daze. I move faster than she expects, stepping into her path as she tries to walk toward thebedroom. Her eyes widen in surprise, but there's no fear—only challenge and a lingering heat.
I grab her wrist and press her palm firmly against the hard length straining against my pants. Her breath catches audibly, and the flush that had been fading returns with a vengeance, spreading across her smooth skin.
"Does this feel unreliable to you?" I growl, leaning in until my lips brush her ear. "Next time you want to test what works, I'll bend you over and show you exactly how well everything functions. And you won't be walking straight for days after."
