Chapter 15
Natasha
I didn’t stop all the way back to the apartment. Just like Ryon told me. Right now, I was so scared, lost and broken that I wasn’t sure I could think for myself, so following his instructions was easier.
I locked and bolted the door and hid in the bathtub with the lights off. I curled up in there and cried my eyes out. The enforcer had been horrible. He’d wanted to fuck me, and didn’t care whether I’d wanted to stop or what my limits were. My face still ached from where he’d hit me. And my soul was frozen with the shock of seeing him get shot. The green laser had come from nowhere. Ryon’s doing, I assumed now. I was a failure at assassinating people. And I’d almost got killed. I couldn’t do this anymore. It was too much. Too hard. I had to get out.
But it was inescapable. There was nowhere to run that they wouldn’t find me. No place to hide. I didn’t know how to make it all stop. So I just sobbed in the bath tub.
The sound of some sort of flying machine, a bit like a helicopter, kept coming and going. I guess they were searching the streets for someone specific. Hopefully not Ryon. God I hoped he got back safely. And I felt wretched that he’d had to clean up my mess. My failure.
I waited for what seemed like hours. Finally, I heard a banging on the door. A tune. I’d heard Ryon drumming the same tune with his fingers when he was bored. I was sure it was him.
Getting out of the bath cautiously, I tiptoed to the front door in the dark and I peered through the spyhole. I was right. Ryon was here.
My heart leapt with relief and I let him in right away. He locked and bolted the door behind him, then he wrapped his arms around me, carried me to the bedroom, and laid me on the bed. No words passed between us. Tonight had been too big to put into words, yet.
We fell asleep fully-clothed and didn’t wake until the late-morning sun shone through a gap in the window shutters.
For a moment, I was at peace. The light illuminated a strip of the bed with a golden glow. Ryon was beside me and for the first time, his face wasn’t troubled with stress or serious thoughts.
I wondered what sort of dreams he had.
The night’s events came flooding back and my chest tightened. A man was dead. And my face was sore from where he’d hit me. I tried to slip out of bed to make some lantana tea, but Ryon caught my ankle. His reflexes were so fast. I didn’t even know when he’d woken up.
“Don’t go.” The words were a command but beneath that, I heard a plea. He...needed me?It was such a strange thought.
He ran his thumb over my ankle bone. Sparks glimmered across the surface of my skin. I sighed.
“I’ll stay,” I breathed. He pulled me on top of him and wrapped his arms around me.
“Good. Because you’re mine.”
He kissed me and I felt his hardness rising under my thigh. I reached down and stroked him. He made a sound that was half-purr and half-growl. His arms unwound and I moved down until my face was level with his cock.
It was even bigger this close to my face. A tiny bead of precum formed on his tip. I licked my lips. He parted his legs, and I positioned myself between them, bolstered either side by enormous, strong thigh muscles.
I spread my lips and took him into my mouth. He was huge. The flared head pushed my jaw to the limit and pinned my tongue to the bottom of my mouth. I sucked on it, squeezing my lips around the top of his shaft.
His fingers tangled in my hair, using it as puppet strings with which he could make me do anything he liked.
“Relax your throat,” he told me.
I did, and he pulled me down, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth. I was surprised by how much of him I could take. Keeping my lips tight, I sucked, swallowing the precum as it trickled out of his cock.
Purring with pleasure, he made tiny fucking movements with his hips, working his way in deeper and deeper. When he hit the back of my throat, my gag reflex tried to fight back.
“Swallow around me.”
I tried my best. He was so big I wasn’t sure it was possible, but still I tried. I felt my throat squeezing his hard cock, then the gagging feeling seemed to ease off.
“Good girl.” The approval made my heart soar. He took charge completely and fucked my face harder, using me. I was just the receptacle. My will had dissolved. I submitted to him completely, and let him do whatever he wanted with me.
Every so often, he pulled me up for air, but then I was impaled on his huge member once more. Being used like this made my clit throb and slick trickled down my legs. I reached down and touched myself, sending delicious sparks through my core.
If he came in my throat, I knew he wouldn’t be able to fuck my brains out like I craved, but for some reason, the idea of hot jets of liquid shooting into my mouth made me even more turned on.
I writhed at the thought, and tried to moan, but all that came out was a slight hum through my nose. The vacuum around his cock was tight. Serving him like this was so hot.