The Ritual

“Is he dead?” I grind out.

Kneeling next to him, he presses his fingers on his neck. “Yeah,” he answers.

I let go and roll off him to my side, letting out a long breath. “Who’s next?” I ask jokingly, but he doesn’t laugh. Then my heavy eyes fall shut.

Waking up, it takes my eyes a second to focus on Blakely sleeping next to me. Reaching out, I run my hand through her dark hair fanning her pillow.

Fucking Matt tried to kill me while we were locked away. That can’t go unpunished. There are a lot of things I can overlook, but that sure as shit isn’t one of them. He’ll pay for that. And I know the best revenge. She’s lying right in front of me.

I push the covers down and off her back, seeing she’s naked. I wanted to fuck her so bad the moment I got back, but my body just wasn’t having it. I could barely shower, let alone dominate her, but I feel better now. Recharged. The light that filters into her room tells me it’s early morning. It’s also a Sunday, meaning I have all day with her.

Running my hand down her back, I slide it over her bubble ass before giving it a little slap. She shifts, letting out a moan.

I scoot closer to her, my hand sliding between her legs to find her cunt. She goes to roll onto her back, but I use my free hand and push her onto her stomach. “Ryat?” she whispers.

Pressing my lips to her back, I gently kiss her soft skin while I spread her pussy lips with my other hand. I push a finger into her, and she’s not even close to where I want her to be.

I kiss my way up to her neck, where I bite into her skin, making her shiver.

“Ryat?” she speaks, sounding much more alert.

“Wake up, little one,” I whisper, my finger entering her again.

“What?” She goes to roll over, but I shove her onto her stomach completely. “Ryat!” she snaps, making me smile. “I’m so pissed at you.”

“Good.” I remove my hands from her legs and sit between them, spreading them wide with my knees.

She gets up on her hands, and I reach around, grabbing them and pulling them behind her back, gripping them in one hand. I slap her ass with the other while her face falls down into her pillow.

“Fuck you, Ryat,” she hisses, her body fighting under mine.

I chuckle. “I’m going to.” My hand goes back between her legs, and I smile that she’s getting wetter. “You missed me.”

“I hate you,” she growls.

“I can live with that.” I enter a second finger, and she makes a noise between a growl and whimper, her body rocking back and forth. “That’s it, Blake. Ride my fingers like a good little slut. Show me how much you want to be fucked.”

Her back arches more at my words, and her pussy just gets wetter. Thinking about the guy in my cell makes me angry. The fact that Matt offered her to the man in exchange for getting rid of me, puts me on edge. How many will he send after me in order to get to her?

That someone else would get to fuck what’s mine. My cock is the only one that’s ever been here. And it’s going to stay that way.

Removing my fingers, she sags against the bed. I grab my cock and push it inside her, not wanting to play any longer. I want to fuck! “This is my cunt!” I tell her.

“Uh-huh.” She moans and agrees. “Yours.”

I pull out and slam into her, forcing a cry from her lips. “Remember that, Blake.” I do it again. “Don’t ever forget who owns you.”

“Never.” She cries.

Thankfully, I have plenty of time to remind her in case she forgets any of that.

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I STAND IN the kitchen eating some yogurt in nothing but a towel wrapped around my hips. “We have a ceremony next weekend,” I say loudly so Blakely can hear me from her room.

She pokes her head out of the open door. I can tell she’s still mad at me but curious at the same time. “Ceremony? Another one?” She arches a brow. “At the cathedral?”

“No.” I shake my head. “This one is at the house of Lords.”

Stepping out of her room completely, she adjusts the towel underneath her underarms, giving me a quick peek of her tits. I came all over them about an hour ago before we showered for the third time since I’ve returned last night. “What is it for?”

“It’s to show you off,” I say truthfully.

She bites her bottom lip nervously, dropping her eyes to stare at her bare feet. “Do I have to … do anything?”

She means sexually. “Just be mine,” I say simply.

Nodding, she turns and goes back into her room.