“Move.” Ryken’s hands are touching my sides as he pushes me to a staircase. I start climbing then arrive at a door which he opens. Turning so I can face him, he locks the door, pulling the present I gave him from his pocket then tearing the wrapping off. He looks up at me, surprise written all over his face.
“I’ve seen you wear it. You touched it when you spoke of your mother.” It’s an Emerald stone, the same stone he has in his ring.
“It’s perfect. It’s the only present I got today that I actually love.”
I shake my head and furrow my brows. “I didn’t know that we shouldn’t bring presents.”
He steps closer to me, his hand skims out, pushing back my blonde hair behind my shoulder. “If I were a decent guy I would walk away right now and not kiss you.” He steps closer again.
My heart takes off, the beats are so hard, ferocious, I can feel them rumbling through every bone in my body. He’s consuming me.
“You should… walk away, that is.”
He nods his head like he agrees with me, but makes no move to actually go. The music seems to disappear as my heartbeats become harder, deafening me with their sound, so all I can see and hear is him.
“But I’m not.” His hands are on me fast. His fingers through my hair, he pulls it back so it’s a ponytail, then he yanks my neck back so he can kiss it. He’s demanding, controlling, and wrong for me on every level.
Yet, do I say so? No.
Do I walk away or even push him away? No.
I let him take my mouth. Then I spread my legs as he steps between them and with his other hand he pushes up my skirt. His lips bruise mine then he leaves them, kissing down my neck, my hair still firmly grasped in his hand.
“It feels good to be bad. Doesn’t it, Barbie?”
Shaking my head, I attempt to pull away, but his hand slips further up my legs until he touches that spot. My mouth opens with a moan, and he takes that opportunity to kiss me even harder, his tongue sliding in with mine.
Biting his tongue, I pull back breaking our lips as he fucks me with his fingers.
“I’ll be forever branded in your pretty little head, Barbie. There’s no escaping me.” He pushes harder until I can feel my eyes close, my fingernails digging into his chest. My leg lifts and my shoe drops from my foot as I angle it around him.
As I come, he pulls me to him, kissing me again. My lips now bruised, red and swollen.
“Ryken,” I say, trying to pull away. My foot lands on the floor, and a scream rips from my lips. This time not because his lips and hands are all over me, pleasing me. No, this time it’s because of the pain. Looking down I see the broken glass, then the blood. “Fuck,” I say being careful to not put my foot back down. Thank God my other shoe is still on.
Ryken lifts away from me, walking into his adjoining bathroom then walking out holding a cloth. He comes to me, places his hands around the back of my legs and lifts me to his bed. He’s careful when he puts me down, then raises my foot to inspect it. “You won’t need stitches.”
The door starts to rattle, and both of us look to it at the same time.
“Ryken…” Livia says his name and I look to him.
Shaking my head, I tell him with my eyes to make her go away. To not tell her I’m in here.
“Give me a few, Liv.”
“Everything okay?” she asks, clearly not going anywhere.
“I’m on the phone with my father.”
“Okay, come find me when you’re done.”
We stay quiet listening for her footsteps until we’re sure she’s gone. He looks up to me with that darkness in his eyes. It’s been hiding all night until now. Going to stand, I realize I shouldn’t. My foot is still bleeding, and I need it wrapped. My foot goes to his lap as he pulls it to him then he starts to wrap it up. We sit in silence until it’s done. Then I see if it hurts to put pressure on it. It does, but I want to try and walk downstairs.
“Oh my God,” I say, shaking my head and dropping it between my legs trying to catch my breath. “What have I done?”
“You didn’t do anything. He won’t even know.” Looking up, I smack him with my hand on his chest.
“I don’t want to lie to him. It shouldn’t have happened. You love her, not me. So why are you doing this?” Shaking my head, I manage to stand, careful of the glass on the floor.