Now that my adrenaline had worn off, the pain was slicing through my body. Still, I craved it more than I did the sadness. It was a welcome change. Because of Ryker, I didn’t feel like I was drowning.
This man always had a way of saving me.
Ryker slid his muscular arms beneath me and lifted me from the now bloody tarp. I clenched my jaw against the pain.
“Easy, little star,” he soothed as he carried me towards the stairs of the basement. “I want to get you cleaned up. You’re a mess.”
I let my head lay against his shoulder, not saying anything. Ryker carried me to his room and straight into the en-suite bathroom. He didn’t even pause to turn the water on in the shower. Instead, he stepped inside, set me on his knee, and then turned the water on, blasting icy cold water all over us.
“Ryker!” I shrieked.
He laughed softly. “It’s warming up,” he assured me, and once he deemed it warm enough for me, he set me under it, letting it wash off the blood and his cum from my body.
It was quiet between us for a while, but I couldn’t deny that my head was running rampant with questions. I looked up at Ryker. His jaw was clenched, his eyes focused on my body as he gently cleaned me up, whispering soft words of apology to me when the soap would sting my wounds.
“Why do you kill people?” I blurted without thinking.
He raised his eyes to mine. We stared at each other for a beat, and finally, he spoke without ever removing his eyes from mine, “because of you.”
That wasn’t the answer I had been expecting. Hell, I didn’t know what I was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t that.
“Me?”
He nodded. “The guy who had been wrapped up when you got here – I caught him talking shit about you after you dropped out of college. The people before him? Pretty much the same thing.”
I didn’t know whether to be alarmed that people were dying because of me or to fall even more in love with him for caring about me that much.
But the fact that I wasn’t freaking out over him being a murderer should have said a lot about the state of my mental health at that point.
Bravely, I grabbed his face in my hands and brought his lips down to mine. With a soft groan, he quickly took over the kiss, backing me up against the shower wall. I moaned, the cool tile a very distinct contrast against his warm body and the hot water.
He shoved my thighs apart with his knee, and then his fingers delved deep inside of me, twisting and curling as he fucked me, his mouth continuing its assault on mine.
“Ryker,” I whimpered, my breaths coming out in hot, heavy pants.
He dropped to his knees, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and swept his tongue over my clit, his fingers still inside of me. My back was braced against the wall, and I was clinging to him, cries, moans, and pleas for more falling from my lips.
Before I could come, he dropped my legs from his shoulders and stood up. I gaped at him, my chest heaving. “You—”
He brushed the pad of this thumb over my bottom lip as he turned the water off. “You’re going to come, little star, but when you do, you’re going to be chained with my cock inside you.”
My lips softly parted as excitement coursed through my veins. My tongue flicked out over my bottom lip. He groaned and grabbed my wrist in his hand, yanking me from the shower.
I followed him without question as he led me from the bathroom and back down the stairs to the basements. He avoided the messy part of the tarp and walked me around it to the back of the concrete room where chains hung from the ceiling.
Excitement stirred low in my belly. Without a word, Ryker gripped my hips and set me under them before he raised one arm, chaining me to it, and then the other, leaving me on the very tips of my toes. The way my body was pulled tight kind of hurt, but then, Ryker gripped me beneath my thighs and lifted me up, sinking deep inside of my wet cunt.
“Yes,” I mewled, my head falling back on my shoulders.
“So fucking wet,” Ryker rasped before he kissed me, his mouth rough on mine. His thrusts were long, hard, and deep, but they felt so good. Some of my cuts reopened, blood trickling down my body and coating his own skin in a light shade of red.
But that seemed to only spur both of us on more.
“Love seeing you bloody, little star,” Ryker growled as he looked between our bodies, his hungry eyes running over the blood on my skin.
“More,” I whimpered.
His fingers tightened on my skin, and he fucked me harder. I came around him a moment later, screaming his name, my entire body shaking as I gasped for air, my vision momentarily going black from the force of my orgasm.
Ryker came inside me a moment later. He held my body tight to his, his hand running over my back as he whispered soothing words to me while we both waited for my body and my mind to calm back down again.
After, Ryker unchained my sleepy body and carried me back to his bathroom where he proceeded to clean me up again and put ointment on my wounds before he put me to bed.