As long as I concentrated on the way he made me feel and the sound of blood rushing through my ears, I could pretend that we were all alone. The sounds of the Organization club melted away, and we were left to ourselves.
A stab of guilt pierced through me as Kingston’s face rose up in my mind, unbidden but not unwelcome.
Was he alive? Would he hate me for doing this? Would he ever forgive me for having sex with Ryker, even if I was forced? How could I ever explain this situation to him without making it seem impossibly strange?
These questions haunted me, but then Ryker hooked his finger under the hem of the sheer dress and slid it up my thighs. His hand pressed against the smooth plain where my leg hit my body and he held me there, like he owned me.
And I wanted to belong to him. I wanted my freedom from the Organization to include being owned by the Kings and Ryker. I wanted the four of them to claim every part of my body, heart, and soul.
So, with my soul flaming in deep guilt and fear, I let go. I untethered my consciousness from the weight of worry and allowed myself to sink into the sensation of the moment.
Ryker’s mouth joined his hand, and he kissed his way to the spot that pushed me off the edge of fear and deep into the ocean of bliss. There was no going back.
CHAPTER10
I couldn’t hearthe sound of the Organization’s members or guards. I could only hear my heartbeat and the way my breath exited my body in excited little gasps. The way Ryker drew it across my vocal chords, pulling out long, low moans every time his tongue hit my swollen clit.
He was a master at his skill, and I was an instrument in his hands. He was the sculptor, and I was the clay, formless and misshapen, until his long, languid licks spun me around and brought me back together.
I came as he fingered my aching pussy and licked my throbbing clit, and the moment I slowed down and fell back into reality, he kept going.
He kissed his way back up and whispered in my ear, “We’re the only ones here, princess. You’re the only one who matters.”
His knee pushed between my thighs and spread my legs. I tried not to think about the men watching, but it was difficult. I hated that they were poisoning this momentous occasion. This sacred moment with Ryker, my savage beast, my love.
The tip of his cock pressed against my soaking wet slit and I drew in a deep breath in anticipation.
“Don’t let them take this from us,” Ryker said, his eyes bright with lust and love, his skin hot as if fevered or lit from within. “This is the first time I’m slipping inside of you, princess. They’re not going to take this moment away from us. I’ll remember the way it feels until the day I die, the way you felt at this exact moment.”
As he said the final sentence, he pushed forward and inside of me. The head of his cock was thick, and I’d still only had sex a few times, so it hurt. His size, his girth, the piercings, they all added to the strange sensation of being stretched and torn.
I sucked in my breath, and tears leaked from my eyes. I dug my fingernails into his back and cried out in pain as he pushed his length inside. My pussy fluttered and throbbed to accommodate him, and I forced myself to breathe through it and relax.
“Are you okay?” he whispered softly in my ear.
I nodded and said, “I am. You’re so big, but I want this. Oh god, I want it.”
“You’re fucking tight, princess,” he rasped and his cock twitched inside of me. “Your cunt is perfect, I love you.”
“I love you too,” I said, my heart soaring with elation at the sensations coursing through my body while emotions flooded my brain. I loved him, and we were finally doing this, finally bonding over our shared pleasure.
I wanted to stay like that longer, until my body could handle his massive size, but the world didn’t belong to us at that moment. All at once it came crashing through the frail bubble I’d created around us, shattering and exploding in pain, zipping up my leg.
Ryker thrust forward and swore loudly. My fingernails dug into his back hard enough I drew blood, and I realized guards had jabbed us both with their electrified batons.
“Come on, beast!” one of the men yelled, slurring his words as he slammed his fist on the arm of his chair. “Fuck her already, we want to see her bleed!”
My eyes snapped open and saw Ryker’s face twisted in rage and helpless anger. He didn’t want it like this, but we were forced together to endure it.
“It’s okay,” I said, looking into his eyes. “Just do it. Give them what they want.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, and I clung to him as he began his near violent assault on my body. He tore into me and fucked me hard enough that I almost lost my grip on his back. The men around the end of the bed chortled and yelled, cheering for us like they were at a sporting event.
I hated every one of them and humiliation almost took over the pleasure that was building from Ryker’s rapid strokes.
But I wouldn’t allow myself to feel that way. I wouldn’t let them sully this moment with Ryker.
So I looked into his eyes, exhaled with him, and fell into the rhythm of my beast’s onslaught. And soon enough, it felt good. It felt intensely good. I let myself go, walked through the pain, and allowed the solar flare of bliss to explode inside my head on the other side.