Chapter 41 It’s Him Or Me
"What?" My eyes peered at him, mixed with shock and disbelief. A sudden wave of awareness crept over me, striking with the undeniable fact that I was completely naked in his bed. Yet, oddly, there was no shame in it—because some part of me, the shameless part, had chosen to stay.
"You heard me, Lamb." He said, looming over me like a predator staring down at its prey.
"You wouldn't do that to me, Ryker." My eyes trailed down to his hard groin and back up to his face. "And I'm sure you also want a release."
"Of course I do." He moved to the other side of the bed, settling at the edge near my feet, positioning himself just where I could see him clearly. His eyes didn't leave mine. "That's why I'm going to stroke myself while watching you."
Heat fanned my face as I watched him carry out his threat.
He reached for the drawer beside the bed, grabbed a bottle from it before kicking it shut with his leg.
He was holding a lubricant.
"Seriously? So you just want to tie me up here, and make me watch you masturbate?" I protested.
He shrugged, uncapping the bottle of lubricant. "As long as it brings me great satisfaction, sure."
"You're insane."
He chuckled. "Yet, you begged to be fucked by this insane man a few minutes ago." His gaze locked on me as he poured a fair amount of lubricant on his hand, shut the bottle and tossed it on the floor. "Keep your eyes on me. Just like that."
My throat bobbed up and down. My throat going dry the minute he wrapped his thick cock around his palm, slowly gliding his hand up and down, rolling gently, squeezing all the way up to the cap.
Fuck.
That should be me doing that. I want to snap off the belt caging me on the bed. To reach him and take that cock into my mouth.
He was staring at me, jaw tight. He kept stroking. Up and down. "You aren't thinking, Lamb."
I opened my mouth, then closed it again. I searched for something—anything—decent to say, but came up with nothing. I still wasn't sure what I'd done to make him this pissed.
"Was it about me passing out?" I asked, my eyes dropping to his hard cock instead of his face.
The way he was stroking himself made my insides tighten with a sharp need. The emptiness between my legs was maddening.
"Wrong, Lamb. Try again." His thumb grazed the tip of his cock, releasing a deep, rumbling growl from his throat. He sound vibrated through my chest, pulling me into a desperate spiral.
"Because I went out with Derek?" I asked again.
He threw me a single glance, stood up and walked over to me.
Oh God.
Was that it?
"I told you it was all about business. Moreover, aren't you the one who told me to go back to his agency?" I added, my eyes following him as he came nearer, still stroking himself.
He climbed into the bed, positioning himself between my thighs. The heat radiating from him caressed my skin as he filled the space between my legs.
"Yes. I told you." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my skin. "But here's the real question—did you agree to Catherine's plot?"
The tip of his cock rubbed against my entrance.
I blinked. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"Answer the question, Vanessa." He snapped, his voice a pitch higher than before.
"I did not—"
He slammed right into me.
I choked back on my words, gasping for air. He grabbed onto the sheets beside my head, not moving.
He filled me, leaving no space between us as he sank deep inside of me.
"You were saying?" he asked, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he watched me unravel.
I coughed, twitching my hip under him. But he didn't move. Didn't thrust or pull out, when all I wanted was for him to fuck me.
It was torture.
"Ryker..." I whimpered, reaching for him, but the belt held me tight, doubling my frustration. "Can you... untie me first?"
"No," he said flatly. "Now, tell me what you did, and what you didn't."
"Ryker.."
"You're wasting our time. Do you plan on going ahead with Catherine's idea?"
Shaking my head, I denied. "No. I don't—"
"Does she know this?"
"No—not yet."
He raised a brow, unimpressed. Then, he pulled out, too fast. "That means you're entertaining the idea."
He shoved something inside of me. My head fell back as the pleasure ripped through me, sending shockwaves through my spine.
"What-what the fuck was that?" I cried, my legs trembling as the object sucked on my pussy so hard I knew thought I'd faint.
"You bought it from the adult toy store. A clitoral suction stimulator." Then, he lifted my ass. "This might be uncomfortable, but if you ease yourself well enough, you'll find pleasure."
He pushed a vibrator inside my butthole.
"Jesus—Ryker. Oh my...God!"
"Shh." He placed a hand over my mouth. And I thought I was going to combust. My clit was being wrecked, my butthole not excluded—the pleasure was too much, that I got drunk on it.
"You still want Derek, Right?" He asked, voice raw. "That's why you didn't cancel the plan to sabotage his wedding." His fingers pressed hard on the stimulator on my pussy, his words barely reaching my ears.
I couldn't think.
Couldn't breathe.
Not when he was driving me nuts like this. Not when my holes were filled with mind-wrecking objects, sending my thoughts in utter disarray.
"I don't share, Lamb. Least of all my brother."
"Oohhh" I moaned, my breathing growing uneven and unsteady. My pussy tightened as that hot sensation began to rise from the pit of my stomach.
"You have to decide, Vanessa." His words,sharp and cutting.
But I was too lost to even understand. I was near my orgasm. It was building up, fast and hot.
"Oh god, Ryker..." I cried, my chest rising and falling. My legs shaky, my hands gripping the sheets above my head.
His face pressed into my earlobe. "I don't lose what's mine."
I threw my head back, my mouth open as I cried again. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!! I'm going to cum.."
It was just close. Ready to spill out. But he pulled out the vibrator and stimulator too quickly. Again.
"Ryker..."
He cupped my face, eyes dark. His voice low but rough. "You don't get to make me warm your bed while you still welcome the thoughts of your ex-husband,Vanessa. That's not how I play. I don't do second place. I don't wait. And I sure as hell don't beg. If I have you—I own you, mind, body and the breath in between. So go ahead," he said, his thumb brushing my jaw. "Choose. Him or me?"