Emily left, and I was alone again. She had to finish something at the office.I let out a sigh, still, I couldn’t shake the lingering thoughts and emotions from my encounter with Ryker. His unexpected confession of love had left me in a state of confusion and turmoil. I wasn’t sure how to process it or what it even meant. I had built walls around my heart to protect myself, and Ryker’s words threatened to tear them down.I patted my neck, feeling much better after I’d eaten, thanks to Emily’s care.I glanced down and realized I was still in the dress from last night. I had fallen asleep in it. The thought of a shower sounded incredibly tempting, and I knew I needed to freshen up.With a sigh, I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. The warm water cascading down on me was soothing, and I let it wash away the remnants of a restless night. As the water cleansed my body, I hummed and shook my head, trying not to think about last night, trying not to let his face invade my mind.
I was ready to shut the door in his face, but his busted lip and bruised cheek stopped me. I felt a sudden worry and without thinking, I reached out and touched the bruised area.“What happened to your face?” I asked, concern creeping into my voice as I examined the injuries. His face seemed to brighten up and his hand covered mine and I froze as if I was burned. I realized what I had done and I quickly stepped back, pulling my hand to my chest. I saw a flicker of something in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” I stammered, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment.Why did I do that?“You’re worried about me?” he sounded happy, a small smile playing on his lips, but he silently hissed at the pain when the skin stretched. How could he look good on that damaged face?I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. “It’s not about being worried, Ryker,” I finally replied monotonously. “It’s about common decency. I wouldn’t want to see anyone hurt, even if it’s you.”His eyes darkened, and for a
When I got off his lap, blushing, he didn’t stop me, but his eyes were following my move. I shook my head as I rummaged through the first-aid cabinet, I could feel his eyes on me.“Who is Vito and what happened to you?” I asked as sat next to him and applied a little cream to the cut on his lip. I felt so nervous I couldn’t meet his eyes.“Just a game, letting off steam and got heated. Had no other way to justify what I’d done in the past, had it?”My eyebrows rose up. “My slap wasn’t enough so you called a friend to beat the hell out of you?”He chuckled, wincing slightly as I dabbed a little harder the cream on his cut lip. “Not exactly like that, kitten. Vito’s a buddy from the gym, and we sometimes spar to let off steam. He didn’t mean to hit me this hard, but I guess I deserved it.”“So, you’re saying that Vito gave you a beating as a form of therapy?”“Yeah, something like that,” he replied, amused.I finally mustered the courage to look into his eyes, and our gazes locked for a
Danny immediately withdrew his arm from my shoulder, his face turning slightly pale. “Ry...Ryker,”Ryker’s eyes, cold as ice, looked at me and I felt like I got caught red-handed, but why the heck would I feel that way? And why did I feel nervous about his apparent anger right now?“We meet again,” Ryker’s voice was dangerously calm. “What did I say about that?”Danny looked scared shit, and I was worried. This is not good. He nodded apprehensively, clearly afraid of something. “I know, Ryker. No harm done.” He then turned to me. “It was nice seeing you again, Harper. Enjoy your evening.” With that, he hastily walked away.What did he mean harm?I watched Danny walk out of the supermarket, leaving his items in his cart. I turned my attention back to Ryker, who was still wearing that stern expression. “You’re impossible,” I muttered and strode to the nearest cashier, paying for all the items.After paying for the items, I pushed the cart out of the supermarket with him following close
He crossed the distance, invading my space. I took a step back, but the table stopped me. His eyes darkened with emotions I couldn’t read, his lips parting as he took a muted breath. My hand gripped the edge of the table, my heart drumming wildly. His whole demeanor changed dangerously.“Why, kitten?” he asked, his hand touching my cheek softly, but soon he grasped the back of my head. I gasped sharply. “Why?” he leaned down, “because you’re mine.” He growled the word and cupped my front through the fabric of my dress at the same time. “And this is mine.”My eyes widened. His words and actions left me stunned. I froze in place. I couldn’t find my voice, couldn’t come up with a witty retort or a snarky remark. The emotions in his eyes, and the way he touched me, all left me speechless.His hand moved, pressing his palm against my core. My lips parted as I breathed in, panting. No one had ever touched me like that. And the sensation was driving my body wild. I couldn’t think straight.“
I felt like I couldn’t breathe in the middle of the night. Something heavy was leaning on me, and when I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see it was Ryker, hugging me like a koala, almost putting his weight on me. I couldn’t mistake his scent for anyone else either. It was a scent I became pretty fond of. He smelt clean and suave.One of his legs was nestled between mine, and my head rested on his shoulder. His breathing was even, and a slight snore coming out through his nose. I now doubted my own apartment’s security, seeing that he managed to get in without being noticed. He had indeed come back, and the implications of that left me feeling both unsettled and strangely comforted.“Sleep or I’ll fuck you to sleep,” his voice gave me a start. He was awake.My eyes immediately closed as I snuggled deep into his chest. I could feel him smile.“I’m sleeping.”He chuckled. “You’re lucky I’m tired, Kitten, or I’ll have you to tire me out.”I rolled my eyes, trying to deny the effects of
“My car or yours?” Emily asked, clenching her fist. “I’m gonna murder his ass.“Come on, Em. We don’t actually know what was going on. Ryker can be doing something else that doesn’t involve Mason. Let’s take my car.” I said. We were on a mission to track Mason after work.We drove off, Emily fuming next to me. “Do you remember what I told you? About Ryker being obsessed with you? I finally connected the dot, Harp.” I concentrated on driving, but my ears were perking up. “Mason said that Ryker was secretly fantasizing about you, and then he laughed, and didn’t elaborate further. I took it as a joke, but then why was Ryker looking at you the way he did that night Mason took me home.”I hummed in response.“Come to think about it. I disliked Ryker because you hated him. I saw him as an enemy because you said he bullied you, but you never really told me how the man bullied you, Harp. In what way? And you never told me except those instances that I caught you crying because of what he did
The scene was chaotic, with the onlookers shouting and laughing, their excitement building with each punch and kick exchanged between the fighters. The dimly lit alley gave the whole scene an eerie atmosphere, with the flickering light that focused on the fighters.Emily and I pushed through the crowd, trying to get a better view of the fight. Finding Mason proved to be a difficult task but finding him would lead me to Ryker’s involvement in this place, and possibly more about him. If he could not tell me the truth, I would surely find a way to dig for more information.We had already gained a few curious glances, and I could feel the hostility of the people around us. The smell of alcohol, cigarettes, and weed mixed through the air.Suddenly, a loud cheer erupted from the crowd as one of the fighters landed a powerful blow on his opponent, sending him sprawling to the ground. The man didn’t get up, and the referee, a burly figure with a grizzled beard, signaled the end of the fight.
“Yes, right there! Oh, please, please!” I screamed in urgency, my head thrown back as I felt myself coming. My knees were shaking and my heart was racing.At seven months pregnant, I never knew pregnancy could ignite such a strong desire, and with Ryker, it was impossible to deny. I thought our sex life would diminish when I got pregnant. But it only seemed to intensify. Ryker was always attentive, making sure I was comfortable and satisfied. I believe he liked me being pregnant even more than I thought. And now, as my belly grew bigger and our baby kicked inside me, our intimacy only grew stronger.His fingers expertly stroked my swollen clit. I knew I was close.“Squeeze my cock. Come for me.” He urged softly against my ear, licking the shell, his length grazing my walls deliciously.“Just like that,” I gasped, gripping the rails of the headboard as I felt his cock grate my walls, his movements never slowing. I liked it this hard. The aching in my core loved it.“What’s my name?” he
The next day started with a golden vibe, still riding the magical wave from our wedding. It was splendid. Everything was like a dream. Ryker pulled out all the stops to make sure the whole event was unforgettable; from the venue that looked like it came out of a fantasy movie of a dreamland surrounded by flowers and nature, to the crazy intricate decorations that had me wondering if we accidentally walked into a movie set.We kept it low-key with just a few classmates, mine and Ryker’s family, and my best friend, making it an intimate wedding reception. But those few made the whole place buzz with good vibes. They say tough guys don’t cry, right? I thought so too, but Ryker was out there proving everyone wrong, blaming his teary eyes on the wind like it was some kind of ninja slicing onions around him. Hilarious, but it made the whole thing even more emotional and memorable.Opening my eyes, the sunlight played peek-a-boo through the curtains, telling me I had to get up now. Last nigh
The tempest that raged through my man’s life had finally subsided since that darkest day. Everything had fallen into its rightful place. The evidence Josephine kept against Henry, the tape capturing the moment Henry took Leon’s life, had been surrendered to the government. This same evidence had served as Josephine’s shield, ensuring her survival and persuading Henry to spare her life. Besides that, Henry believed that Ryker was his biological son—a truth Josephine had vowed to protect until her last breath, praying that Henry would never inflict harm upon his own flesh and blood.However, Ryker, who wanted to learn the truth, discovered it when he turned 20 through a secretly conducted DNA test.With Jake, Mason, and Ryker displaying exceptional teamwork, gathered all the data and information of the drug cartel the government needed to crack everything down. With Henry’s death, Jake’s slick hacking skills ensured that all the cash he stashed away ended up in Ryker’s pockets. Sweet in
The hospital corridor echoed with the familiar sounds of beeping machines and hushed conversations. Approaching Jake’s room, I braced myself as I didn’t want to be emotional again. He just saved my life. Ryker had told me Jake was not in a critical condition. He had a shot in his left thigh and right shoulder, far from death. It had been hours since the event.Entering the room, we found Jake propped up on pillows, wearing a hospital gown that clashed comically with his tough exterior. His eyes lit up as he saw us, and he attempted a nonchalant grin.“Well, well, if it isn’t the dynamic duo. You guys bringing popcorn for the show?” Jake teased, his voice a bit raspy.I snorted, “Hmmm, we thought we would add some drama of our own. Maybe a hospital room musical?”Ryker chuckled beside me. “Yeah, I was thinking of auditioning for the lead role. ‘Ryker and the IV Stand.’”Jake laughed a genuine sound that cut through the sterile hospital air. “I’ve always said you missed your true callin
Despite the warnings, I made up my mind. I couldn’t just stay here hiding behind the protective walls he’d built. It felt selfish, and my heart just wouldn’t stop worrying. Each second screamed for this day to end.I wanted to see him safe.With bravery, stepped outside. The sounds of gunfire instantly greeted me. Each shot felt like a punch to the gut, making my knees weak and my heart pounding into my ears. I thought I could feel the chilling wind carrying the danger, but despite the fear that gripped me, a strange sense of courage settled in. I knew I was weak, but doing nothing and just hiding was weaker.Then the sounds stopped.What’s happening?Move... I just had to avoid anyone.Crouching on the floor, I flattened my back on the wall in the hall, my heart pounding in rhythmic waves. As it was in the day, someone would see me if I were not careful. I silently made my way to where I thought I heard voices. The ringing sound of silence after the gunfire was deafening. It made my
My initial fear of meeting these people was replaced by camaraderie. At first glance, they could be so intimidating, but now, they regarded me with respect, and that was because they respected Ryker in this place.When he left my side, I took the chance to find out Wheeler’s room. As I stepped outside, two guys started tailing me. I knew Ryker had sent them, much to my irritation. I wasn’t foolish enough to make a run for it; I knew it would only land me in more trouble. All I wanted was to work, but if that didn’t sit well with him, fine by me—I’d stick around to keep him pleased.Wheeler, the one who looked like he could snap a person in half, gave me a nod of acknowledgment. He looked fine now. Without a shirt, the bandage was wrapped around his stomach.“I didn’t expect your visit,” he smiled hesitantly.I took a deep breath and smiled, trying to suppress the wave of intimidation. “Ryker told me what happened. I wanted to check on you.”Wheeler chuckled, though it sounded more lik
The next morning, tension was thick in the air. The TV blared the news, and the headline hit like a gut punch. Henry Blackthorn, the alleged leader of a notorious drug cartel got himself arrested after a wild raid of the building, chained to a chair with two dead bodies laid next to him with a sign in his hands,“I abducted a woman. I am guilty”. The screen flashed images of police cars swarming the crime scene, their red and blue lights blinking. The anchor continued, “There was an alleged confrontation that occurred involving Mr. Blackthorn and a yet-unidentified group of individuals. The details are still emerging, but it appears to be connected to Mr. Blackthorn’s alleged shady dealings.”I shot a glance at Ryker, trying to read him. His face, though, was a stone-cold poker face, revealing nothing. He was sitting on the single sofa in front of the TV. This was a small room adjacent to his office, the very same room that witnessed last night’s heated encounter.The news segment rol
“Ryker! No, not— Oh!”Legs spread to his satisfaction; my hips jolted upward when his mouth connected with my pussy, so warm and ravenous. I wanted more. My words turned into moans.Hot and demanding, his tongue explored and tantalized my pussy, making my walls clench around his tongue.I gasped and squirmed under his touch, my body buzzing with pleasure. His hands traveled up my body, cupping my breasts while he kept working his magic with his mouth, lapping and sliding his tongue in and out of me.I felt hot everywhere, my toes curling from the pleasure he was making me feel. His tongue danced and teased, setting off a wildfire of sweet sensations inside me.“Ryker!” I felt my body tensing up as his skilled tongue pushed me closer and closer to the edge.My breath and moans were all over the place as the pleasure kept building, and I could feel his nose, nudging my clit, adding more carnal sensation while his hands explored my body as I wriggled in delight. The sounds he was making—
I grabbed the soap and turned to him. “Let me give you a hand with those wounds,” I murmured, my voice barely rising above a whisper. I stood with him in the steamy shower, warm water pouring down on his back, rinsing off the remnants of the chaos he’d just escaped. He was naked from the top and was in his boxers, his taut muscles flinching from my touch. There were a few bruises and small cuts on his body, but he didn’t look pained. “Whose blood were these?”“Wheeler,”“Wheeler...” I was recalling who the man was.“The bulky man you met here. He brought you to my office.”“I remember him. Is he okay?” I may not know the man, but knowing that he helped Ryker escape that hell, my heart went for him.“He’s fine. Got stabbed in the stomach, but he’ll live.”I moved closer, working up a lather between my soapy hands, relieved to hear Wheeler was fine. I made a mental note to check on him tomorrow. My fingers traced over his skin, following the lines of his muscles. “Did he go to the hospi