Ryder's Claim (Mafia Heirs 2)

Without any warning, Ryder lunges forward and grasps my mouth in an unforgiving kiss. And this is not the kind of kiss I was told about as a little girl. My mother would gasp at the thought. She would hate the idea of a bad boy like Ryder kissing me like this – like he's paying for my services, and that means he can do whatever the hell he wants to me.

I push him off, wiping my mouth. "Are you crazy? Who kisses like that?"

"I do," he smirks, wiping his thumb on his lower lip. "Don't tell me you don't like it, principessa. You begged so hard for it, after all."

I make a move to pull away from him, but Ryder captures my hand in his and pulls me back with ease. I'm in his arms again, and this time, he holds me tightly – there's no room for me to breathe, let alone get away.

"Don't you dare move," he grunts in my ear, and my eyes widen in shock. He's becoming a different person before my eyes. There's something in his dark gaze that transforms him. A deep glint which means trouble. "I thought you wanted me to show you how to kiss."

"Not anymore," I manage to get out, my teeth rattling despite the searing heat of his embrace. "Let go of me, Ryder!"

"Why?" He smirks. "Did you finally realize it's not good to play with a predator, principessa? You realize that's what you are to me, right? You're my prey."

"Let go right now," I hiss. "I don't want your hands on me. I changed my mind!"

"Too late for that now." He easily swirls me around until my back is pressed against the wall and his breath is hot against my ear. "I'll make you wish you’d never asked, principessa.”

He grabs my wrists and forces my arms above my head, pressing his body against me.

"Keep them right there. Don't you dare move."

I can barely breathe, but I allow myself to obey. My body remains in the position he set me in while Ryder's hands quickly slip underneath my nightdress.

"No!" I scream.

"Shut up." He's quick to cover my mouth with his again. His kisses are menacing, cruel and filled with passion. "I don't want to hear you talk right now. Just stand there, and look fucking pretty for me, principessa."

His hands wander up my bare thighs and I close my eyes, a silent tear slipping down my cheek. Ryder Bernardi just made me understand why Papa kept me locked up all these years in one fell swoop. He was just trying to protect me, but now it's too late. Ryder is going to take whatever the hell he wants from me, and I don't know if I even want to stop him...

"Let's see," he mutters, pushing two fingers inside my panties and cupping my ass with his other palm. "Just as I fucking thought, you're fucking soaked. You want me to stop, when your body is betraying you, telling me exactly how ready you are for this?"

"Y-Yes," I stutter.

His hands quickly move to my throat, the other hand pushing two wet, glistening fingers into my mouth. I struggle but it's useless.

"Well, I'm not fucking going to," he snarls against my ear. His lips travel down my neck, making me shiver and forcing goosebumps to erupt all over my body. I gasp, suddenly lacking oxygen. What is happening to me? Why do I feel so fucking helpless in his presence?

Any other girl would have slammed her knee between his legs and screamed for help. The moment Ryder showed me what his true intentions are, I should have left his room. But now it's too late.

It's as if he knows exactly what's going through my mind as he breathes down my neck. I can tell Ryder knows exactly the right buttons to push to toy with my mind even more.

"Your papa would kill me for this." He pulls down my panties. "He would kill me if he knew I'm going to steal this from you."

"Steal w-what?" I know what the answer is and yet I can't help myself from digging my own grave.

"Your sweet virginity, principessa," he laughs. "It's mine now."

"What about Adrian?" I manage. "He'll know..."

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about my brother," Ryder tells me. "He's too preoccupied with another brat right now to deal with your nonsense. So, I'll just have to do, won't I, Nicoletta? You wanted me to teach you, so fucking learn from me."

His punishing lips feel like a brand against my skin, and there's no chance he's going to stop now. He nips, bites and licks at my skin, growling my name while something thick and throbbing grows against my thigh.

I tell myself this is my chance. I can stop him. I can get out of this. I just have to scream, make enough noise to draw somebody's attention. But the moment my lips form into shape and the scream threatens to rip itself from my lips, Ryder presses his palm tightly against my mouth.