The smell of Ryker’s famous chili woke me from my deep sleep. With a long groan, I slowly sat up. I felt more rested than I had since my parents had passed, and honestly, I had Ryker to thank.
He’d given me an outlet – an outlet I hadn’t known I desperately needed. I thought my life would forever be tethered to the ocean of sadness I’d been living in.
I eased myself from the bed and spotted my suitcase on the floor. I crept over to it and pulled some loose-fitting clothes out since the cuts on my body were still tender. After I was dressed, I meandered down the hall into the kitchen. Ryker was spooning up two bowls of chili, and my stomach rumbled as soon as my eyes landed on it.
Ryker smirked at me, obviously hearing my stomach. “Hungry?”
“Ravenous,” I confessed. I followed him over to the small kitchen table and sat down. He placed my food in front of me and planted a kiss on the top of my head before taking a seat across from me. I spooned a bite into my mouth and instantly moaned.
An explosion of flavors exploded on my tongue. Eating Ryker’s chili always gave me chills in the best way possible.
His dark eyes met mine, a hungry look residing in their dark depths, and it wasn’t for the food in front of him. “Keep moaning like that, little star, and you’ll get fucked again.”
My cheeks pinkened. Getting fucked by Ryker again wasn’t as scary as he was trying to make it seem. In fact, I’d be down for it if I wasn’t so damn hungry.
Ryker flashed me that devilish grin of his that always warmed my insides, even on my worst days. “Eat, little star.”
Ryker held my hands in his as he helped me over a log in the middle of our path. After dinner, Ryker decided I needed some fresh air, and so, he was now walking me along a trail through the woods that had been carved over time by deer and other large animals. It was beautiful and peaceful, the sky slowly beginning to darken, letting the stars and moon shine overhead.
But I wasn’t afraid. Maybe I should have been considering I was trampling through the woods with a psychotic serial killer, but with Ryker, I had always felt safe.
We stepped into a clearing. My eyes widened in wonder. Trees surrounded us. Snow-covered the ground. The moon shined down beautifully, not a single cloud in the sky to cover its light.
It was easily the most beautiful, most tranquil place I had ever been to.
“Ryker . . . this is beautiful,” I whispered.
His hands slid over my hips as he stood behind me, the front of his body pressing against my back. “I stumbled upon it during the summer,” he told me. “I thought you might enjoy it like this since you love the snow so much.”
I turned around in his arms and leaned up on my tiptoes to kiss him. He groaned, his hands tightening on my hips as he instantly kissed me back. I submitted, letting him lead me.
I would let this man do anything to me so long as he was touching me.
I dropped my hands to his belt buckle and began to undo it. He growled softly. “The fuck are you doing?” he asked me, his voice rough.
I wrapped my hand around his cock right as I dropped to my knees, a teasing smile on my lips. “Pleasing you,” I told him.
Then, I slid his cock in my mouth, moaning at the salty precum on the head. He growled and fisted his hand in my hair, his other hand wrapping around the side of my throat. I moaned, the sound vibrating through his cock all the way down to his balls.
“Yes, little star,” he rumbled. “Suck my cock, baby girl.”
I bobbed my head back and forth, relaxing my gag reflex to take him down the back of my throat. His head fell back on his shoulders as he lightly thrust his hips. Saliva slid from the corners of my mouth.
“I’m going to cum down your throat, Brandy,” he told me, lifting his head to look back down at me.
I sucked harder, my pussy clenching at the thought of his hot seed spurting down my throat. He shouted my name as he came, his hand tightening in my hair to the point it hurt. I swallowed every drop, not even gagging.
I squeaked when he suddenly pulled out of my mouth and dropped to the ground in front of me, pushing me back on the snow. He yanked my sweatpants down, ripped off my panties, and plowed into me. The snow was cold as fuck under my ass, but I didn’t care.
“Yes!” I cried out, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Fuck me. Please fuck me.”
“God, you are a fucking slut,” he rasped in my ear before he sucked on the lobe.
My pussy clenched around him at his dirty words. He gripped my ass and fucked me harder in response. “You like me calling you a whore, little star?”
“Yes,” I moaned. “I’m a slut. All for you, Ryker.”
“No one else,” he growled down at me, his hand wrapping around my throat, the promise of pain shining in his eyes if I ever let anyone else touch what belonged to him.