The Ritual

BLAKELY

RYAT HAS BEEN in the hospital for three weeks. He ended up needing surgery again due to internal bleeding. He overdid it and required a lot of rest. I’ve made sure that he’s gotten it. I’m actually surprised he’s been so compliant. He must have really needed it, considering how stubborn he is. But I can match it. As a Lady, I understand what my Lord must do. I also understand that even he has limits. And before too long, there’ll be two more people for us to care for. I needed him to recover a hundred percent.

I’ve spent every moment here in this room with him. But I know once he gets discharged today, it’ll be out of my control. He’s been antsy. He wants revenge, and I do too.

I spit out my toothpaste and wipe my mouth off, exiting his private bathroom and walking into his room.

He stands by his hospital bed, pulling his jeans up over his legs still shirtless.

I lean up against the doorway and watch him. He’s lost some weight, even with all the food that Gunner and Prickett have been bringing us from the outside. Although he didn’t need to. Ryat Alexander Archer is ripped. From his chiseled abs to his broad chest and muscular arms—the man is delicious. And I’ve been craving him.

He looks up and smirks, catching me staring. Then he reaches into the bag that sits on his bed, pulling out a dress. “Wear this,” he orders.

I laugh like he’s joking. Then look out the window to see the snow covering the ground and building. “Ryat, it snowed yesterday. I’ll freeze to death.”

He walks over to me. “I’ll keep you warm.”

“I’m serious.”

“Me too.” He arches a brow, daring me to argue.

I snort. “How did that get in there anyway?” I’m surprised he hasn’t burned it.

“I told Sarah to pack you something sexy.”

“It’s a little revealing, don’t you think?”

“Maybe I want to see what’s mine,” he counters.

I sigh, knowing that Ryat is a hundred percent back to himself and that my track record sucks when it comes to winning these battles with him.

Rolling my eyes, I reach down and remove my sweater, letting it fall to the floor and then undo my jeans and shove them down my legs, kicking them away.

“Lift your arms,” he commands, and I raise them above my head, allowing him to slide it on over my body. The cool material is soft against my warm skin. “Perfect,” he praises, running the tips of his fingers over my breasts that the V cut design shows off, and I blush.

He places his hand between my thighs and runs it up to cup my pussy. I moan, wanting to feel him there. To feel him all over me. I don’t know if it’s the pregnancy or what, but I’m always horny. More than usual. Maybe it’s just the fact that I couldn’t have him while he was recovering.

“Come here.” He grabs my hand and pulls me over to the bed. Reaching out, he shoves the bag off it and onto the other side of the floor. “Bend over and spread your legs!” he growls in my ear.

I don’t argue. Instead, I’m thanking God. Bending at the waist, he yanks up my dress and slaps my ass.

I bury my face into the bed so someone walking by his room won’t hear us in here. He slides his fingers into my thong and runs his knuckles up and down over my soaking wet pussy. I push my hips back.

“Someone is eager,” he muses.

“Please,” I beg, knowing that no matter how much he’s trying to go slow, he wants to fuck just as bad.

He doesn’t respond, but the sound of his zipper being lowered is all I need to know. Seconds later, the head of his cock pushes its way inside me, and I moan at the feel of him spreading me to accommodate his size. My eyes almost roll back into my head at the sensation. It’s been too long.

He pushes all the way in, and my breath catches. Then he leans over my back and wraps his hand around my throat, squeezing but not enough to take my air away. “Fuck, Blake,” he growls before his lips are on my neck, sucking on my skin while his hips pick up their pace, fucking me up against the side of the bed.

I place a hand over my mouth to quiet my unintelligible noises that he forces from me. His teeth sink into my skin, and then he stiffens, coming inside me.

He pulls out, and I sag against the bed. “That’s no fair,” I whine.

Laughing, he slaps my thigh, making it sting. “You’re not done.” He kneels behind me.

“What are you …?”

“Stay like that!” He slaps my pussy, and I yelp, before burying my face into the bed again.