Page 64 of Reluctant Heir

I growl, shoving my pants and boxers down. I put her hand back on my hard, bare flesh. I groan as she strokes me, her mouth nipping at mine. She pulls the short hairs at the nape of my neck. I reach and flip her over. Her chest hits the bed with an oof, and then she turns her head, trying to look up at me. I press her further down, pulling her bottom half up to me. My palm finds the plump flesh of her ass, and I strike it, watching the red mark angrily bloom as she wiggles backward.

I grip myself, swiping my head through her pussy as I listen to her moans, muted by the sheets.

She turns her head. “Condom.”

“Fuck,” I growl, pulling myself off her. “Don’t move.” I smack her ass again for good measure and move toward the door.

I don’t give two shits that I’m naked, and if Geo knows what’s good for him, he’s made himself scarce. I throw the door open and stride to my room, pulling a condom from my wallet before stalking back to Wryn’s open doorway.

I tear the foil as I enter, rolling the condom on before looking at the bed, but she’s not there. I glance around, and then the door shuts, and her smirking face greets me.

“I told you not to fucking move,” I say, grabbing her neck and pushing her up against the wall.

“I don’t really like to follow orders,” she says, clenching my shoulders and pulling her legs up to wrap around my waist.

I enter her on a quick thrust, and her head hits the wall as she throws it back. I can feel her pulse underneath my fingers that are still wrapped around her neck. My other arm is holding her ass up. There’s a steady bang against the wall as I fuck her, our groans intermingling, her fingernails leaving scratches all along my skin.

This is cathartic—something we both needed, I think.

Her fingers press into my hair, pulling my head back, and I pull my hand from her neck as she leans forward, biting my jawline. I’m going to have fucking red marks everywhere tomorrow. She’s a wild animal, and she gives as good as she gets. I can’t get enough of her soft flesh underneath me, the way she writhes against the wall, her hips meeting mine in a clash of power. Our bodies slamming together second after second. Punishing. We both want to forget things, and we are using each other to do it.

I don’t care. It’s fucking bliss.

I step back, turning us, and walk quickly to the bed, throwing her in the middle of it. As I try to crawl over her, she scrambles up, a grin on her face. I capture her ankle, holding her in place, and then I yank her down underneath me again. I growl when she tries to move, and she stills, looking up at me. I put one knee between her legs, prying them apart, and then move my other knee between them. Then, I grip her hips, pulling her ass up, and I enter her again.

She closes her eyes on a moan, her arms reaching behind her to find purchase and finally gripping the sheet in a white-knuckled clasp as she holds on. We don’t speak, only feel until she finds her second release, her body tensing underneath me. Moments later, I fall over the edge with her, my vision going dark for a moment before I come back down to earth. Her ass is still cradled in my palms, my fingers indenting her flesh, and her hands are still holding her in position.

The only thing moving between us is our chests with labored breathing.

It was quick. It was heaven.

It was a mistake.

I drop her, and she hits the bed with a bounce as my dick pulls out at the same time, and then we are staring at each other. I can’t handle it when her mouth opens, so I get off the bed, pulling the condom off, and head to throw it away in the trash can illuminated by the soft light.

Fuck, what have I done?

I gave in to my base instincts. But I’m not alone in blame. She wanted it as much as I did.

I can feel her eyes on me as I clear my throat, about to talk but then I think better of it.

I stroll my naked ass right out of her room, across the common area, and into mine, closing the door behind me.

Fucking hell.

17

WRYN

We arrive at the gate, and I raise my eyes at the heavily armed guards standing sentry on either side of it. It makes me nervous, and I fidget in my seat, clasping and unclasping my hands. Beside me, Connor is completely still, except for his telltale sign of fingers drumming against his pants leg. He isn’t as calm as he wants to appear.

I don’t know how I have even known him long enough to know that, but somehow, I do. I want to reach across and comfort him in some way, but he hasn’t spoken to me since he left me lying in my bed last night, wet with sweat and lust-sated. He’s only relayed information to me through Geo, and I’m not sure how I feel about it.

I think we are both using each other, and I don’t want to get all girlie and possessive about it, so I let it go. I shouldn’t want to be close to him anyway.

The worst part of it is, I feel like such a traitor to Ruby. The girl who sleeps with her friend’s boyfriend—or ex. Whatever he would be to Ruby now. I’m the worst sort of person. I almost feel worse about it than killing a man.

When I close my eyes, I still see Bertrand’s expression when I thrust the knife into his windpipe, and I have to actively force my brain to think about other things. It makes my stomach seize up with pain along with my chest, and I have trouble breathing.

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