Sinister Love (Dark Intentions Duet 2)

He moves so the tip touches my lips, and he climbs over the top of me, his cock now in my face. My hands caress it as his mouth reaches my clit and I buck up to him. He licks me, circling the same way I was doing with my tongue, and I spread my legs even wider as he inserts a finger. His cock now in my mouth pushing down each time one of us moves, and I touch his ass, smacking it hard as I also lift up.

Ryken’s tongue starts moving faster, and I start sucking even harder. His fingers pump in and out of me hard, and we both come at the exact same time he rolls off of me. But his fingers stay inside me as he keeps on moving. Then his head is back between my legs, and this time I don’t have him on top of me, I have him lying between my legs.

I go to move because it’s sensitive, but he knows that and works it like I’ve never been touched before. He’s careful, but not careful enough that I don’t stop him, and he fucks me with his mouth in just the right way until I come again, but this time I push him away because I can’t do it anymore. I can’t take anymore, my body is spent, and I need to sleep.

He’s fucked me into oblivion. So much so that when he moves me I’m like a doll to him, and I do so without one complaint. Not that I’ve really complained about having his hands on me before.

Ryken Lord’s hands are made to pleasure me, just as he is.

I wish it weren’t true. I wish it were someone else. Someone more normal. Someone who knows exactly what this thing called love is. Instead, I get pieces, pieces I didn’t sign up for. It’s almost unfair to love someone so much that it hurts every time you breathe.

Ryken Lord is my oxygen, but I want to be my own air.

“I love you, Saskia,” he says my name into my hair. I can feel his words are true. Truer than anything he’s ever said to me.

I think our versions of love are two different things, though. Because every time he walks away he takes a piece of me with him. And every time he returns, he gives it back when really he’s keeping it for himself.

“Aren’t you going to say it back?”

“No,” I answer succinctly.

He holds me to him not letting me go. “That’s fine, I don’t need to hear it… I can feel it.” His hand touches my heart, and it’s beating hard. “Can you feel it, Barbie? Can you feel how hard it beats for me? How it only wants me? Because I can. I can feel it as much as I can feel you right now next to me. We’re meant to be. Soon you’ll see. Just don’t take your time. I’m not a patient man like some.”

I can’t say anything back. He’ll win me, I know this. It’s just a matter of time until I give in. And if I do, how long will it last? Because he hasn’t really stuck to much before. He was meant to love her too.

What happens when he comes across someone better?

What then?

Will I be left like she was?

Maybe then I will finally go crazy. He will be the one to walk me to the edge then push me off. Because that’s what he will be doing with my heart.

Chapter Eighteen

Ryken

My hands are searching for her before I even open my eyes. I can’t feel her, so I sit up fast. Looking around she isn’t here. Anywhere. Standing, I quickly dress, finding my clothes and walking down the stairs to where I’m guessing she’ll be. I spot her the minute my feet hit the bottom step. She’s behind the desk, talking to someone. They both look my way then she leans over the counter kissing Barbie’s cheek before she walks out the door leaving us in the room by ourselves.

“You disappeared.”

She looks up at me shrugging her shoulders. “Some of us have to work for a living.”

I step closer to her, but she steps back. “You don’t. What happened to all your money?”

She looks at the desk then back to me. ‘“I donated most of it.” I roll my eyes at her.

“Of course, you did.” I go to step closer, but her hand goes up to hold me back.

“Just keep the distance. Stop trying to get closer.”

I try to hide my smirk. “Why?”

She shakes her, head, dropping her hand. “Because I want to be able to breathe while I talk to you. So keep those hands to yourself,” she says seriously. Her eyes are watching me. Those mocha-colored eyes that bring me to my damn knees.