“Hey, darlin’, you mind grabbing me a beer?” Ryker’s friend, Alfonso, asked me as he and Ryker walked in carrying some of my boxes.
I was moving into Ryker’s apartment today, but Ryker refused to let me help. So, I was sitting on my ass on the couch, reading a book, letting them move my things in.
I started to get up, but Ryker shot me a dark look that kept me sitting on my ass. I flushed under his reprimanding gaze. “Fucker can grab his own beer, little star. Don’t you move your pretty ass from that couch.”
My cheeks warmed. He set my boxes down and walked over to me, grabbing my face in his hands to kiss me.
“Ah, fuck. I thought you were joking about moving your piece of ass in,” a new voice said from the doorway of the open apartment door.
Ryker moved from me so fast that I didn’t have time to grab his wrist to keep him with me. His fist swung out and knocked the guy clean in the face, sending him toppling down the stairs. I shrieked, my hands coming up to cover my mouth. I knew Ryker was a psychopath; it was our secret. But it still shocked me when his temper soared.
“Tried to fucking warn him,” Alfonso said as he grabbed a beer from the fridge.
I stood up from the couch and walked over to Ryker. He was moving out the door – most likely to finish beating the guy’s ass – but I grabbed his wrist. He turned to look at me.
“Bedroom?” I quietly asked him. I knew if one thing could distract my man from his rage, it was fucking what belonged to him.
With a growl, he lifted me up and tossed me over his shoulder, striding towards the bedroom, smacking my ass hard as he did so. I squeaked, my cheeks flaming red when Alfonso laughed. “I’ll finish bringing her things in,” he told Ryker as he walked towards the door.
“Appreciate it, bro.”
Ryker kicked our bedroom door shut and tossed me onto the bed. I bounced, my body tingling as he ran his eyes over me. “Strip and bend over. Wrap your hands around your ankles,” he ordered.
I quickly stripped off my clothes before I turned my back to face him, bending over just as he instructed. He groaned and ran his hands over my lower back. “I fucking love your obedience,” he rumbled.
He pressed a kiss to my lower back. A moment later, I heard him stripping out of his own clothes. “You know you’re not just a piece of ass to me, right?” Ryker asked me, his fingers spreading my wetness around.
“Yes,” I moaned. I drew in a shuddered breath. “I’m yours, Ryker.” He loved hearing me say that as much as I loved repeating it.
“That’s right, little star. Mine. Always mine.”
He sank deep inside me, groaning. I moaned, the angle slightly hurting, but I loved the pain.
Ryker grabbed my hips and pumped into me. “You’ve been such a good girl for me lately, baby girl.”
“I like pleasing you,” I told him, my voice a bit raspy.
He clenched my ass cheeks in his hands. “I’m a bit displeased that you thought it would be okay to get Alfonso a beer.”
I whimpered when he stopped moving. “I’m sorry,” I pleaded. I didn’t want him to stop moving. I needed him to keep going. I had been so close.
My body tingled in anticipation when I heard his switchblade pop open. God, I loved the pain this man caused me.
“I believe your ass needs a mark, little star.”
I thrust back on him, making him growl. “Make that two, baby girl.” He gripped my hip to stop me from thrusting backward again. “Stop trying to gain more.”
I whined, but that whine quickly turned to a loud moan when his blade sliced across my ass cheek, and then the other. He smeared my blood around before fingering my clit, pounding into me again.
I cried out his name.
“The only person you ever do anything for is me, little star. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes,” I whimpered. “It won’t happen again.”
He rubbed my clit harder. “Good girl. Come for me.”
I screamed his name, not giving a fuck who heard me.