A Double Dose of Billionaire - Part 3

I thought I had done sufficient damage myself, but Ryan didn't think so. He rushed toward Wesley and picked the bastard up by his collar. Wesley whimpered as he was dragged up, still covering his manhood. I almost felt sorry for the guy, but the lingering scent of his touch refueled my hatred and let me enjoy the way he groveled beneath Ryan.

"Stay the f**king hell away from my woman," Ryan said, pulling a fist backwards and punching the poor man's nose. I heard a crack sound. A smug grin split my jaw.

Ryan let him crumple onto the floor after that one punch. Wesley cradled himself again, hugging his knees to his chest.

Despite his defeated look, the as**shole still had some spunk left him in. "I'm going to f**king kill the both of you. You don't want to mess with my dad. He'll make sure negotiations fail." His voice croaked.

"Let it fail, then. There are tens of other bidders willing to take your place. We only didn't want to waste time."

Worried, I turned to Ryan. He gave me a nod, but I didn't know if it was meant to be reassuring.

"You," Ryan said, wrapping his fingers around my wrist, "come with me."

He pulled me along, down the corridor toward the women's room. I took a side-glance at Wesley. He was still curling up with himself, shooting us a death glare.

"Where are we going?" I asked, paying less heed to Wesley. Bastards like him didn't warrant my attention.

"I didn't like him touching you."

Trying to be funny, I responded, "Me neither."

"I'm serious, Scarlet. I couldn't believe my eyes when I stumbled upon the both of you. At first, I thought you were cheating, and I've never felt sicker. And then I realized you were struggling, which made me even sicker. I nearly thought I would kill that guy."

"Ryan—"

"You're mine," he said. "Every part of you. I want all of you to belong to me. To us."

"Wait, Ryan, isn't this the..." He led me into the women's room. I gasped. He wasn't supposed to be in here. Why the hell were we in here? Together?

He forced me into the cubicle, answering my question. Thankfully, there wasn't anyone else waiting for us outside. Hastily, his hands traveled to the buttons of my blouse. He trailed firm, possessive kisses down my neck and toward my bre**asts.

"These are mine." Carefully, he peeled my bra aside and took my nipple in his mouth. His tongue rolled around the nub, expertly sending tingles to my core.

Almost too soon, his mouth left my mound and made light kisses down my stomach. "Everything," he continued.

My legs were spread and propped up against the side of the cubicle. "Ryan, wait. We're in public."

"I don't care." He pushed my skirt up to reveal my wet, soaking panties. Eagerly, he brushed them aside and slid two fingers into my hole. My wetness accepted him easily.

Yes. Fuck it. I wanted him to have me on this spot. The voyeurism of it turned me on even further. I moved my hi**ps against his hand. The palm of it rubbed on my cl**it, pressing as hard as it could. My eyes were wide open as Ryan fingered me. He was looking straight at my face, studying every motion of my expression, taking in the way I whimpered and moaned under his adept touch.

"Harder," I encouraged, the height of my release creeping up. I threw my face onto his shoulder as I hugged his neck in order to muffle myself.

Ryan unzipped his trousers. "I'm so damn f**king hard for you now, princess."

"Ryan, Ryan, please..."

"Please what?" His fingers left my pus**sy, creating an empty throbbing ache.

My mind had turned to mush. "Please, just..."

"Hmmm?" He trailed kisses down from my ear to my mouth, effectively sending dizziness to my head. His mouth engulfed mine, silencing my breath.

He rubbed his erection on my bare center. "Tell me, princess. What do you want?"

The foreplay had turned into pure torture. Adrenaline and ecstasy pounded through my veins. "Put it in, Ryan."

Blowing into my ear, he said, "Put what in?"

Someone could walk in on us any moment. My heart pounded against my chest. "Your co**ck. Put it in."

He didn't listen, despite my desperate pleas. He continued to grind his wood on me, sometimes slipping the tip in, but that wasn't enough to satisfy my lustful desires.

Frustrated, I clenched my fist over his co**ck and guided it into my pus**sy. It slid in smoothly in one swift motion, reaching all the way in and nearly hitting my cervix.

I moaned into his neck, hugging his back as tightly as I could. "Fuck me."

He answered my bold request by rotating his hi**ps in a fluid and fast motion, grinding in and out, f**king me against the cubicle. The walls of the cubicle started to shake. I muffled my groans into a soft whimper, afraid that someone would enter the washroom and hear us. The threat of that happening only added to the pleasure—it made my pus**sy clench around his erection, contracting around it.