Echo (Bleeding Hearts #1)(54)

His words shocked and excited me, and I wanted to give him what he asked for. I didn’t even know if my body was capable of such a thing, but Ryland did.

He thrust his fingers in and out in a rhythm perfectly synchronized to induce my loss of self-control. The burn that resided in my belly zipped its way down through my core and into the deep muscles of my womb. When that release exploded out of me, it did so with a gush of wetness.

The intensity of it blindsided me, and I couldn’t even open my eyes until the ringing in my ears had subsided. Somewhere in the depths of my madness, I was certain I’d screamed, just as he promised.

When I came back down, I saw that Ryland had his cock in his fist, stroking it roughly while he watched me. His hand still glistened from my arousal, and a blush spread across my cheeks that made him growl.

He gave me a savage kiss before flipping me onto my knees. He peeled my hands out from beneath me and curled them around the back of the lounge.

“Don’t move,” he ordered, gripping my hips as he adjusted himself behind me.

He smeared my arousal over his cock and glided it against my folds, teasing the swollen flesh as he eased just the head of himself inside.

“How is it possible?” he groaned. “How do you get so wet for a monster like me?”

“You’re not a monster,” I protested, my knuckles white as I waited for what I needed. For him to fill me. Complete me.

He buried himself inside of me in one deep stroke, and I let out a soft mew as I tried to hold still.

“Oh but I am,” he growled, gripping a handful of my hair in his hand and tugging on it. “I want to hurt you. I want to do all sorts of depraved things to you, Brighton. Simply because I can.”

He was trying to push me away again. But I wasn’t going to let him.

“I like the depraved things you do to me,” I whispered. “I like the way you f*ck me.”

“Good,” he snarled. “Because right now, I’m going to f*ck you like I hate you.”

I whimpered as he slammed into me, nearly making my body crumple upon the impact.

“Harder,” I challenged.

Ryland grunted and pulled my arms behind my back. He gripped me by the chin as every thrust reverberated through my entire body. His hand threaded through my hair, twisting my neck until his mouth could claim mine.

“Is that hard enough for you?” he nipped at my lip.

“More…” I insisted. “Do every dark thing you say you want to,” I implored. “I want to give it all to you.”

His cock pulsed inside of me at my words, and his hands tugged on each of my nipples in response.

“Anything I want?” he questioned.

“Yes!”

“So if I were to walk out there and bring another woman in here…”

I jerked away from him and slapped him across the face as hard as I could.

“Fuck you!” I spat. “Fuck you, Ryland!”

He pulled me back into his arms with a hungry smile. “That’s what I want,” he soothed me with a kiss. “That possession, that fire. Knowing you would never share me with anyone else gets me harder than you could ever imagine, Brighton.”

As if to prove his point, he wrapped my hand around his cock, allowing me to feel the weight of his arousal. I stroked him several times over, even though I was still pissed about his little comment.

“Don’t ever say anything like that again,” I warned. “I won’t share you, Ryland, so if you ever get even the faintest idea…”

His lips smashed against mine desperately. He lifted me up in his arms like a limp ragdoll and threw my legs over his forearms, entering me in one thrust. My body nearly folded in half as he proceeded to f*ck me.

“I don’t want anybody else but you,” he grunted. “Nobody else but you, Brighton.”

As the sentence left his mouth, he exploded inside of me, milking his release out over the course of several deep thrusts.

He set me back down on the couch, handing me some napkins to clean myself before he attended to himself. I did so quickly before trying to right the mess that was now my expensive dress. Ryland helped, smoothing the material back up over my breasts with a relaxed expression on his face.

I leaned forward and took a sip of my champagne while I finger combed my hair back into place.

“Are you upset with me?” he leaned back against the sofa and watched me carefully.

I turned towards him and shook my head. It probably wasn’t as convincing as I’d hoped. I didn’t like the spark of jealousy I felt when I thought about him wanting anyone else, but I couldn’t control it either.

“Come here,” he ordered.

I obeyed him without question. It was becoming a habit.

Once I was close enough, he pulled me into his lap and wrapped his arms around me. “I like to push you. To see the darkness that’s inside of you too.”

“I’ve never felt this way about anyone before,” I admitted. “It confuses me sometimes.”

“Because you shouldn’t feel this way about me,” he supplied.

I shrugged because it was the truth. I shouldn’t feel this way about him. Based on the secrets that founded this bond, I feared it would all come toppling down around me any day now. Just as he kept trying to tell me.

“If it makes you feel any better,” he replied, “I never intended to feel anything about you either, Brighton.”