Ryan Reign (New York Ruthless #4)(14)

I don’t respond.

“I’m sorry,” he says with a heavy sigh, making me turn around.

“I don’t care,” I reply as I walk towards the door and try to push past him. He doesn’t move and I glare up at him.

“This place makes me crazy,” he frowns at me.

“No. It makes you cruel and heartless,” I snap. “Just like your father.”

The shadow falls across his face and I know that’s a line I shouldn’t have crossed but he crossed one too today. He wraps a hand around my throat, pushing me back into the room until I am pressed against the bathroom counter. “You know nothing about the kind of man my father was.”

“Don’t I?” I challenge him. “Didn’t he like to take people’s insecurities and exploit them? Wasn’t he cruel and bitter?”

He swallows hard. “You think that’s who I am?”

I blink the tears from my eyes. “No. But that’s how you made me feel today.”

I expect him to argue with me but he kisses me instead as he presses me against the countertop. Planting my hands on his chest, I try to push him away but he is undeterred. His hands slide to my waist before he lifts me onto the counter and wraps my legs around his waist. I bite his lip but it only seems to make him more determined as he kisses me so fiercely that I struggle to breathe.

I push at his chest again but he takes hold of my wrists and pins them behind my back as he keeps on tongue-fucking my mouth. I am completely powerless to resist him. Heat rolls through my core and I feel wetness pooling between my thighs as he grinds his cock against me making me whimper shamelessly.

Damn my treacherous body letting me down like this.

When I stop struggling, he releases my wrists and I wrap my arms around his neck, scratching his skin as I pull him closer to me.

“I need to fuck you,” he groans as he unzips his pants and takes out his cock. Then he tugs my panties to the side and slides two fingers deep inside me, making me gasp out loud.

“Shane!” I hiss, reaching between us and squeezing his hard cock. I need him to fuck me too. I need to release some of the anger and frustration that has been building all afternoon.

He curls his fingers inside me, pressing against my G-spot and my legs begin to tremble as I coat him in a rush of slick heat.

“You make me so fucking hard,” he grunts as he slides his fingers out and rams his cock into me instead, pushing me back against the mirror before he sinks his teeth into the tender skin on my neck and sucks hard.

“Jesus, Shane,” I pant as I rake my nails down his back.

He keeps on sucking my neck as he nails me to the wall and my pussy muscles clench around him, drawing him in deeper as though my body can’t get enough of him. He drives at the sweet spot deep inside me over and over until he tips me over the edge and I shout his name. That seems to light a fire under him as he fucks me even harder and faster until he finds his own release a few moments later.

As we catch our breath, Shane presses his forehead against mine. “Damn, I love to fuck you,” he pants.

“Is that all you want me for?” I breathe.

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that, Jessie,” he growls as he pulls out of me, but he keeps his arms around my waist and presses his body flush against mine. “I’m sorry,” he whispers as he rubs his nose along my jawline.

“You said you wanted me to be more like Erin,” I whisper.

He narrows his eyes at me. “I never said that.”

“Not in those exact words, Shane. Do you have any idea how much it hurt to have you compare me to her like that?”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “Yes,” he nods. “Maybe I said it because I knew it would hurt you.”

“You wanted to hurt me?” I whisper. “Why?”

“Because I hate Sean O’Connor and I saw him with you and it made me feel like I was sixteen again with all of this rage inside me.”

“But—”

“And,” he interrupts me. “What if I really am my father’s son, Jessie?”

“No. You’re not,” I say as I run my hands over his handsome face.

“But what if I am?” he whispers.

“You are not. Because, despite you being a complete jackass today, you are one of the best men I know. You always put your family first. You take care of everyone before yourself. And even though you’re a possessive asshole, I love you.”

“What did I do to deserve you, Hacker?” he smiles.

I suck on my lip for a few seconds as though I’m deep in thought. “You must have been an absolute saint in another life.” I smile at him.

“I must have been,” he mumbles before he starts to plant soft kisses along my throat.

“I haven’t forgiven you for being a complete asshole yet, you know?” I say with a sigh.

“I know.” He lifts his head. “I’ll spend the rest of the night making it up to you.”

I flash my eyebrows at him. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Can we order every dessert on the room service menu?”

He frowns at me. “You do know you can do that anyway, right?”

“I can?” I whisper.

“Jessie. This is your hotel room too, sweetheart. You can order whatever you want, whenever you want it. You can do whatever you want in here.”