; He slams into me before I even release his hair. I scream out, pulling his hair harder. With my legs pushed back this far, he’s so deep inside me. It feels so good and my eyes start to close as I let the sensation wash over me.
His fingers dig into my thighs as he pounds into me fast and fierce, grunting as he does. He knows my body better than I do. He knows where to touch, bite, suck. He knows how hard and fast I need it. I don’t know why I ever thought I wouldn’t crave every inch of him when I tried to leave.
He circles his hips and I scream out, “Fuck.”
I can’t move and it’s equal parts exciting and frustrating.
He has complete control and he loves it. “I feel you getting close, baby girl. Open your eyes,” he demands. When I do, I collide with his dark, intense gaze. “This pussy is mine. Your body is mine. You are mine.”
“Yes,” I cry out.
He keeps pounding into me, harder and faster. I reach down, grab my tits and pinch my nipples, causing me to yell out. He pumps into me a few more times and the most intense orgasm I’ve had all night rips through me.
“Fuck, Riley,” I scream, tossing my head back.
“Fuck yes, squeeze my dick,” he growls.
My orgasm carries on as he continues his assault on my pussy. He’s grunting and groaning, telling me he’s close to finding his own release. I look up at him and my pussy clenches around him. He’s so insanely sexy. His dark hair a mess from me pulling it, his heavy, dark eyes drinking me in, his colorful body flexing with each thrust, and his deep voice ringing in my ears.
“Fuck,” he groans. His orgasm tears through him and I watch his body stiffen as he releases it inside me.
He drops onto me and my legs finally meet the mattress. They are aching, but in the best possible way. We’re both breathing heavily as our sweaty bodies try to recover. He lifts his head and presses his lips to mine. His kiss is slow and soft. I wrap my arms around his neck and savor the sweetness he’s sharing.
We break the kiss and he grins, pushing the hair off my face. “I fucking love you,” he whispers.
My heart beats frantically in my chest as I smile. “I love you, too.”
My eyes drift closed, and it’s the last thing I remember.
I wake up to an empty bed and groan. He’s gone again. I sit up and light a cigarette looking around the room. We haven’t been here long and I can’t wait to get out of here. I’m starting to feel guilty about it all. None of this would be happening if I wasn’t so careless. I should have checked the sites before I hacked them. If I did, Riley wouldn’t be in so much trouble and the club wouldn’t be in danger.
The longer we’re here, the more guilt I feel. All these people are stuck here because of me. I crush out my smoke and get dressed. I grab my phone and text Riley asking where he is. When he doesn’t answer by the time I’m dressed, I sigh and open the door. I need coffee.
When I get out to the club, I notice everyone is out here. Everyone but Riley. I make my coffee and go sit next to Harper.
She smiles at me and it quickly disappears. “What’s wrong?”
I sip my coffee, looking between her and Zane. “Where’s Riley?”
Harper looks at Zane and he gives me a sad smile. “He had some stuff to take care of.”
“What kind of stuff?” I ask.
“Club business,” he says, shrugging.
Right, fucking club business. I can’t know anything. I just need to sit here and pretend I’m fine with the fact the man I love is out doing something dangerous. I have to pretend it doesn’t scare the shit out of me. I have to pretend I don’t care that I wake up alone almost every day. I don’t say anything, just nod and look around.
“He should be back soon,” Harper says.
I want to ask how she knows that, but I know better. She knows more than the rest of us. She’s trusted more or respected more, I’m not sure which. I also know she has the power to kill me if I cross any lines with her. She’s really nice, but she’s definitely got an edge to her that scares me.
“You know I’ve never seen Riley this happy,” Zane says.
I look over at him and I can’t help the smile that takes over. “He makes me just as happy.” I sip my coffee and shake my head. “Most of the time, anyway.”
They both laugh and I join them. “Happens all the time. You’ll get used to it all, I promise,” Harper says.
“So I keep hearing,” I mumble.