Page 153 of Mad As Hell

A soft whimper slipped from my lips as I squeezed my thighs together, desperate for friction to relieve the needy ache that was spiraling tighter and tighter in my core.

His eyes narrowed and his other hand dipped under my dress to delve between my legs. His fingers stroked me over the lace of my panties, not pressing hard enough to give me any sort of relief. I rolled my hips, ready to take it for myself when he snatched his hand away with a hiss.

“Ryan—”

“If you want me to stop, tell me now,” he whispered, his voice a rough, guttural vibration humming in the air between us. His thumb stroked almost lovingly over my pulse as it beat a crazy rhythm in my neck. “We can sit down and talk, and I’ll take you to bed and make love to you.”

The fact that he was holding my throat in his hand almost in the same way Gary had wasn’t lost on me. But Gary had grabbed me out of anger and violence with the intent to do harm.

When Ryan touched me like this, I knew he could hurt me just as easily, and in worse ways, than Gary would have. But I trusted Ryan, and knew he was trying to wrest back some of the control he thought he was losing. He was replacing a memory of fear with a new one just for us.

I could stop this, if I wanted. I could step back, and I knew he would let me go. Go back to a softer, gentler Ryan.

But, if I was being totally honest with myself, I loved it when he got this way. When his alpha tendencies pushed past the socially regulated borders of proper and made my stomach clench as heat flooded my core.

Seeing this man come undone, especially because of me, was intoxicating. I’d never get enough of it.

My mouth went dry. “And if I say don’t stop?”

The edges of his full mouth curved up. “Then I’m going to fuck you against the couch until the only word you can scream is my name. But I’m not going to be gentle, baby. You’ll take what I give.”

Oh, shit.

My knees started to tremble as desire coiled under my skin.

He leaned forward and nipped at my bottom lip. “Every. Fucking. Inch.” His lips moved to my ear. “What’s it going to be, Madison?”

I could barely breathe, let alone think. But one truth would always remain and would always be on my lips.

“I’m yours, Ryan. I’ve always been yours.” Heat suffused in my chest as I looked up at him through my lashes. “Do your worst.”

The pressure on my neck increased as he pushed me down. “On your knees, baby.”

I sank to the floor, a little grateful I didn’t have to focus on keeping my knees locked to stay upright. His hands moved to his jeans, undoing the belt and then the button. I could already see the outline of his cock through his jeans, and my mouth watered as I anticipated his taste on my tongue.

He shoved his jeans and boxers over his hips, his cock springing free. He gave me a pointed look before his gaze dropped to his pants, and I helped ease them the rest of the way off while he stripped his shirt over his head before tossing it aside.

I didn’t have time to look at all the tan skin and hard muscles before he was tapping the underside of my jaw.

“Open,” he ordered.

Obediently, I opened my mouth and gagged as he instantly surged inside and hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered as he withdrew only to push back in as his hands gripped my hair and held me just where he wanted me.

I lifted a hand, wanting to fist the base of his cock and hopefully give myself a little breathing room, but he growled at me and pulled my hair tighter.

“I want your mouth, not your hand,” he told me.

Well, okay then. I clasped my hands on my lap, not sure what else to do with them as he drove in and out of my mouth, using me for his own pleasure.

God, why was it so freaking hot?

My hands started to drift under my dress, but I froze on instinct, my watery eyes lifting to see him.

Approval shone in his eyes as he watched me. One hand on my hair eased, and he nodded. “Touch yourself, Maddie.”

Not needing any more permission, I pushed my panties aside and circled a finger around my aching clit before sliding two fingers into my soaked pussy.

“Let me see how wet you are,” Ryan demanded, his blue eyes bright and hungry.

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