I shuddered, an apology spilling from my lips. "I'm so sorry, Ryker."
"I don't want your fucking ‘sorry,’" he growled, moving so suddenly I didn'
t have time to react. He shoved the dress up my thighs and tore my underwear down. "I want you to promise me you won't do that again."
I couldn’t give the words he wanted, not without addressing the other secret, the other betrayal that had humiliated me and made me doubt everything. “I didn’t even know your name,” I whispered.
“The name my father gave me is not my name. I didn’t hide it from you, Sunshine. I just do not think of myself as his son. Now, stop stalling and promise me,” he growled as he spread my legs wider.
"Ryker," I begged, wincing when he slid his hips between my thighs and freed himself from his shorts. "I didn't know. I won't risk our safety again. I promise."
Grabbing my chin, he held my face as he stared down at me and his other hand reached down to glide himself through me. "Tell me no."
I didn't. Couldn't seem to find the words, even though there'd been no foreplay, and I knew I wasn't ready to take him. He guided himself to my entrance, shoving inside slowly. I wasn't nearly wet enough.
It burned. It hurt. It made me feel alive, made me feel something.
I whimpered, but I couldn't find the words to tell him to stop. I couldn't decide if I even wanted to, despite the pain. Part of me, deep down, knew I deserved his punishment. Knew that my lack of trust in him could have been responsible for my own death. For the kids' deaths.
"You will never leave me again, Tesoro. Tell me you understand," he ordered, as he finally seated himself inside me.
I shivered beneath him, feeling him press against all of me and knowing that when I told him what he wanted to know, he'd take me. He'd break me. He'd find a way to put me back together again when he was done with me, but the me that had existed that morning would be gone.
I'd be his. Even all the little pieces of my soul that I'd tried to keep for myself.
I knew, without a doubt, that it had never been meant to end any other way. Ryker didn't know how to love without consuming.
"I understand," I said.
He dropped his thumb to my clit, circling it as he stayed planted inside me. Building up my desire, making me wet enough that he could take me the way he wanted without doing too much damage. "I'm going to fuck you until you're pregnant," he growled, and I stared up at him with wide eyes. "I hope you weren't intending to sleep tonight, Sunshine."
I gasped when he punctuated it with a roll of his hips, testing my slickened channel. We both groaned, and he drew his hips back with a satisfied smile. Both hands went to my hips, lifting me to grind himself inside me before he drew back in a long, never ending withdrawal where I felt every inch of him. His piercing dragged through me, adding another sensation to his torment. When he shoved back inside, there was no part of me where I didn't feel him. With him kneeling between my legs, I had the perfect view of the glistening muscle, of every one of the ridges of his abs as he used them and worked them. He slid through my tender tissue, making sure I was ready one last time.
And then he fucked me, holding true to the promise in his eyes. Each thrust inside me went straight to my soul, like I could feel the very connection between us as it pulled taut. The sight of his chest starting to glisten with sweat from his exertion was a reminder of how he'd looked with blood staining the olive skin at his neck and on his hands after he saved me.
Ruthless. Savage.
Mine.
"Never again, Calla," he repeated, and as his hand reached up to touch my bottom lip. I realized he'd yet to kiss me, and the desire to feel his lips on mine was jarring. I needed it, needed to know that he still loved me despite his anger with me.
He smiled at me as his hips moved, as if he could see the desire. "What will you give me?" he asked, his cock spearing through me with every hard thrust that went straight to the end of me and drew a gasp from my lips.
I didn't know what would tumble free. Had no clue what the answer would be until the words were spoken. "A baby," I whispered. I gasped as soon as I heard the words, and his face darkened to a look of complete and utter possession.
He dropped his weight to mine, barely restraining himself from crushing me as he moved within me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him in as deep as he could go in my desperation to feel his lips on mine. "You'll already give me that, Tesoro," he whispered. "You'll sign the adoption papers too," he ordered, and I glared up at him.
I nodded my head hesitantly. “You’ll ask the kids first.” I still questioned if it would be the right thing to do, but in the wake of what Axel had seen, I knew it would comfort him to know that Ryker was his father legally. That he would always protect us like he had that day.
I wouldn't let my own fears get in the way of our safety and our family again.
Ryker thrust his hips inside me repeatedly, and when his lips finally touched mine, it was a mix of tongue and teeth.
Biting, licking, shredding my very soul.
I hugged him to me, needing every inch of him against me. Needing to feel him and the reminder I was alive.
That I was safe.