Owning Violet (The Fowler Sisters #1)(102)

“Fucking little tease. You want this?” he asks, his voice deep and so very, very dark. He’s shifted into that edgy mood that takes over whenever we have sex. That dark, scary place that I love to experience with him.

“Yes,” I whisper, inhaling sharply when he scoots closer, and I lift my arms, my hands resting on the sides of his thighs, his erect cock directly in my face, in front of my mouth.

“Open those pretty lips,” he croons and I do, the heavy weight of his cock parting my lips farther. I suck him in, surrounding just the head, my tongue teasing at the flared edge. “Just like that,” he moans.

Lavishing all of my attention on just the tip, I wrap my fingers around his thick length as I withdraw him from my mouth. I lick my lips and then trail my tongue across the tip, back and forth, curling it around and putting on a show just for him since he’s watching me so avidly.

A thrill moves through me and his hot gaze burns into mine. I want to make this good for him. The position is so intimate, our bodies so close together, his gaze tracking my every move, his breathing heavy as I slowly draw his cock deeper into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he murmurs as he reaches out and touches the side of my face. He plays with the corner of my mouth, touching it, touching his cock, and I withdraw my lips, taking his index finger between them instead, sucking deep.

Ryder pulls his finger from my mouth and traces my lips, his mouth curved into this half-smile that I rarely see but like so much. “Enough playtime, Violet.”

I nod and try my best to relax, breathing deep to expand my lungs, my throat.

“Watch.”

Glancing up, I see us in the mirror. Me sprawled across the bed, Ryder on top of me, his cock in my face, his head bent as he watches me. Slowly he looks up, his gaze meeting mine in the mirror as he aims his cock at my lips. I part them, lost to the image of him pushing his cock into my mouth, encouraging me with rough words that send a thrill buzzing straight through my body and landing between my thighs.

“Deeper, baby. Let me f*ck your mouth,” he urges, his gaze still on mine in the mirror above us.

I take him deeper, trying my best to open up my throat and coax him in. He fills my mouth so completely I almost choke and my eyes water. But I don’t stop.

It’s as if I can’t stop.

He’s f*cking my mouth and I don’t fight him. I give in to the sensation of him using me, dominating me—and witnessing it as everything unfolds in the mirror. My skin burns, my lips hurt, and my vision goes hazy as he thrusts and holds his cock in my mouth so deep, I’m afraid I’ll gag.

But I don’t. He withdraws and fists his cock, drawing the tip back and forth across my parted lips, coating them with a mixture of my own saliva and pre-come. “So beautiful,” he whispers, his eyes on me once again. I tear my attention away from the mirror and watch him. “What you do for me. What you do to me. You take whatever I give you and never complain.”

I lick at the head of his cock, wanting more, craving the taste of him. He strokes himself as I suck him between my lips. Fast. Faster. Until I’m whimpering and he’s groaning and he stiffens as come spurts into my mouth. It happens so fast I barely have time to register it.

I don’t move away, don’t even blink as I eagerly swallow every drop, licking my lips and savoring the salty-musky taste. He watches me with amazement, his chest heaving from the intensity of his orgasm, and pleasure races through me, knowing I did that to him. I feel powerful in this moment. I’m the one who gave him so much pleasure. No one else.

Only me.

Exhaling loudly, I close my eyes, feel him lift off of me and get off the bed, and I immediately mourn the loss of him.

My heart aches. My entire body aches. I’ve thought it again and again, but now I know. I’m in too deep.

And I don’t want to find my way out.

Chapter Thirty

Ryder

I didn’t mean to come down her throat but it couldn’t be helped. She knows just what to do to send me over the edge, and watching us together in the mirror … f*ck me, that was hot. Those plump lips wrapped tight around my cock, her tongue working the length, the look of complete submission on her beautiful face as she took me deeper and deeper, again and again …

Yeah. I lost all control. I used to be able to hold out forever. I’ve had women begging for me to just finish already and come. I’d wear their pussies out with all the f*cking and I thought it was perfect. Exactly what I was supposed to do. I was in control. No one demanded an orgasm from me. I gave them their pleasure and finally, when I felt like I’d had enough, I’d come and be done with it.

Not with Violet. I see her naked and want to come in my pants. Hell, I see her walk around the f*cking office fully dressed and wearing patterned stockings and I’m eager to f*ck. Eager to come—in her, on her, near her, whatever. And when I’m finished, I’m ready to do it all over again.

I’m all urges when it comes to Violet. Working off basic instinct, one scent of her and I’m raring to go like I’m an animal.

But it’s more than that with her. Yeah, she makes my natural urges go haywire, but she also makes my protective instincts kick in. I want to take care of her. And after what she just confessed in the cab of all places … all I can think about is how I want to watch over her.

For the rest of my life.

The thought of a scumbag—worse, a trusted family friend—trying to harm a hair on her head makes me want to kill him.