Chapter 15 Fuck Me Like You Stole Me Please
Ryker leaned toward me slowly, letting his fingers brush against mine.
I didn't look at him. My eyes were stuck on Jeremiah, who was now wobbling his way back to his seat.
"You okay?" Ryker asked, his voice low, almost like a whisper.
I didn't answer.
He shifted closer. His hand moved to my knee in a gentle-distracting touch.
"He twisted it," I breathed out.
Ryker didn't say anything but I could feel him watching me.
I turned my head slightly. "That's not what happened," I said, louder this time. "I didn't steal him. I was asked to marry him."
He didn't interrupt me.
I swallowed hard. "Annie left him. It wasn't me who came in and ruined anything. I was trying to fix a mess I didn't create."
"I know," Ryker said, unbelievably soft.
"Then why does everyone think it's my fault?"
He sighed, his jaw tightening. "Because no one cares about the truth. They are just hypocrites who care about the version that makes the story prettier."
I bit my lower lip. "I hate this."
"I know."
I turned back to the stage. Annie was whispering something to Derek, and he smiled again. That same stupid smile.
If it was a few days ago, I would have felt a burst of thousands of butterflies in my stomach even though the smile wasn't directed at me. But now...
All I felt was...bitterness.
"She gets to be the hero and I'm just the mistake he made."
Ryker leaned in close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath near my cheek.
"You were never a mistake," Ryker said quietly, stroking my cheeks, forcing the burn in my eyes to intensify.
Why was the room suddenly stuffy?
I couldn't linger.
"I'll be back. Need to use the restroom." Without waiting for his response, I rushed out of my seat.
I practically ran out, slipping away from the crowd.
I spotted a bartender behind the cellar and leaned in. "Hey... could you tell me where the restroom is?"
He pointed toward the left hallway. "Down there, last door on your right."
"Thanks," I whispered, already making my way there, heat rushing up to my back.
I found the restroom and shoved the door open.
I walked to the mirror and stared at myself, trying to gather myself.
My mascara was still intact, surprisingly. But the lip gloss had slightly faded.
My reflection looked tired. Like she had too much to say but nowhere to put the words.
"True love finds its way back." I muttered the words under my breath, tasting the bitterness of them. As if Jeremiah knew anything about what actually happened that he had to paint the story that way.
"You're okay." I whispered, but my voice cracked.
Liar.
I turned the tap on and let cold water run through my hands. It helped a little though.
When I was done, I wiped my hands on a towel, adjusted my gown at the waist, and turned to leave.
And there he was.
Ryker.
Leaning lazily against the doorway, arms folded, one brow slightly raised.
My heart gave a little jolt.
"Lamb.." He said.
"What are you doing here, Ryker?" I said, not moving. "This is women's restroom."
"I know," he replied. "But it won't be for the next few hours." Then, he clicked the door shut.
My hands dropped to my sides. "Are you seriously—"
"I don't like when you disappear like that."
"I went to pee."
"You looked like you were about to combust and I don't like the sight of you looking that way."
I exhaled sharply. "So what? You followed me in here to check if I still had a pulse?"
"That. And because I wanted to be alone with you."
My back pressed instinctively against the counter. "Ryker—"
He was closer now. Still not touching me. But every movement of his dragged the oxygen from the room.
"Are you serious right now? " I asked, voice flatter than intended.
"I am," he murmured. "I've been waiting to have a taste of your lips all night."
That earned a weak scoff from me. "You're unbelievable."
He leaned in, hands bracing the counter on both side of me, trapping me deliberately.
"I've been patient," he whispered. "I've sat next to you all night, watching you break over a man who doesn't deserve your anger, let alone your heartbreak."
His eyes locked on mine. "Meanwhile, I've been imagining all the ways I could make you forget everything else. Even if it's just for a moment."
My breath hitched.
I hated how much his words crawled under my skin.
"This isn't the time or place," I said, barely audible.
"Then tell me to leave."
I opened my mouth but nothing came out.
"Say it, Vanessa."
I should've said it.
But my silence said something else entirely.
He raised his hand and slowly wrapped his fingers around my neck in a firm but gentle grip. He pressed his body against mine, until I felt his hard cock rubbing against my belly.
"Ryker, stop.." But my words didn't sound convincing.
"Did you say something?" He murmured, his mouth so dangerously close to mine.
Something about him being so close evoked a fire within me. All the anger I felt—the embarrassment, hatred and jealousy—all transformed into something primal.
With his fingers wrapped around my neck, his cock pressed against my lower belly...a familiar ache rushed through me, clouding every rational thoughts.
The need to indulge in this forbidden allure consumed me.
I wanted him.
I wanted him to help me forget this ache in the pit of my stomach and everything about Derek. Just for tonight.
"I want you."
"I didn't quite catch that."
I breathed. "Fuck me like you stole me, Ryker. On this counter. Right here. Right now."
I had barely get the words out of my mouth before he crashed his lips against mine in a fiery heat.
I didn't push or pull away. I allowed myself to melt into the kiss. A kiss wrapped up with hunger, lust and a burning need to ravish each other.
He devoured my lips like he had been starved for too long. His lips pried open my mouth, tangling our tongues in a rhythmic dance, both fighting for dominance.
I kissed him back desperately, like his lips were the only thing keeping me from breaking. Like this might probably be the last time.
He scooped me off my feet, and dropped me on the counter without breaking the kiss.
He nipped and sucked on my lower lip and then—he bit hard on it.
I gasped into his mouth, my eyes snapped open as the pleasure burst through my veins. My toes curled. I dragged on his sleeve,pulling him near.
He was too far, even though he was near. I wanted him inside of me.
As if reading my thought, he let go of my lips, taking away his warmth.
God, I hated that he could make me want him this badly. Hated how he made me want him even though my heart belonged to someone else.
It was wrong in every sense.
But yet, this moment felt right. It felt good and addictive.
"Take off my panties. Stop slowing down." I whined, my pussy throbbing and waiting to be filled.
"Patience is a virtue, little lamb."
"Which I don't have."
He breathed against my skin, slowly dragging my gown up until it sat on top my waist.
With a single pull, my panties came rolling down in confusion.
He picked up the black lace, sniffed it and tugged it into the pocket of his pants.
Heat rushed up to my face. My pussy clenched, wetness dripping out and down to my butt hole.
"Dripping-soaking wet." He rubbed my bud and then, slipped a finger into my clit. I gasped. "Just how I like it."
My head fell back, a moan escaping my throat.
"Ohh..."
He pulled out his finger and lowered himself between my thigh. He didn't spare me some time to think before he dived right into my soaked Pussy.
Stroking and flicking in and out. I fisted on his hair, grinding against his lips. I couldn't have enough.
"Just like that, little lamb. Keep grinding on my face." He pried open the lips of my clit, pushing his tongue in again.
"Mhm. Yes, please."
My eyes rolled back as he picked up pace, his hot tongue stroking through my bud. The tension build so fast and merciless, running through me like a storm.
He continued his brutal assault, making me cry, sigh, gasp and moan without restraint.
Then, he put pressure on my clit, swirling and sucking it for a long minute.
Sweat glide on my body. My chest rising and falling in quick succession.
Just when I thought I had seen it all, he closed his lips on my pussy and sucked it so hard.
A sharp cry escaped my mouth. I tried to hold back the feeling building up. But I couldn't..
My first orgasm shot through me, wrecking me.
I quickly pressed my palm against my mouth, suppressing the cry.
He blew air on the spot, which only made me feel electrocuted.
Before I could catch my breathe or come down from the high, he stood up.
Ryker dragged me down from the counter and flipped me over like I was a weightless pancake. My belly pressed against the counter, my ass at his mercy.
I saw myself in the mirror—looking disheveled, flushed and trembling. While he positioned himself behind me, rubbing the cap of his cock against my entrance.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair, bending my head back.
"Ryker, you..."
My words jammed in my throat as he slammed right into me in one hard thrust.
"Fuck."