Heartless Savage (Angels Halo MC Next Gen 7)

He stroked my clit through my release, but the second my pussy stopped convulsing, his willpower completely broke.

One minute, I was on my back, and the next, he had me on all fours. He wrapped my hair around his wrist with one hand, pulling my head back as he thrust into me from behind. My inner flesh was tender, making me cry out, but it wasn’t all in pain. My pussy opened, accepting his reckless invasion. Grasping my hip in his other hand, he slammed into me, over and over again.

I was so lost in the pleasure of having Ryan take me for the first time, of knowing he was mine in all ways now, that the sudden sting of his hand slapping down on my ass made me shout.

“Do not ever run from me again, Nova.” His palm connected again, in the same spot, making the sting twice as bad.

Yet…my pussy walls clenched around him harder. What was supposed to be a punishment felt like anything but, and I arched my spine, inviting the next spank.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You are perfect. The way you take my cock. How your pussy clenches when I turn this sweet ass pink. Perfect. And all mine.”

“I love you,” I vowed, turning my head so I could see him over my shoulder.

Tightening his hold on my hair, he angled my head so he could capture my mouth. The kiss was brutal, demanding I give him every piece of myself, all the way down to my soul. But there was no part of me that wasn’t already his, my soul included.

I felt his cock thickening even more only a second before he roared as he released inside me. I thought he would collapse beside me then, and we would cuddle. But Ryan was still pulsing inside me when he pulled free and rolled me onto my back. Gently, as if he hadn’t just fucked my brains out, he kissed me. He traced his hands down my body until he reached my pussy. Without breaking the kiss, he stroked my clit until I was rubbing against him, my whimpers begging him for more.

While his tongue played with mine, he thrust into me again. His strokes were tender, loving, his pace slow and leisurely. This was not the desperate, chaotic fucking he’d just given me, but the loving I always imagined our first time would be. My sweet, gentle Ryan, who cared about nothing but making everything perfect for me.

“I was lost without you,” he said between kisses, emotion making his voice hoarse and bringing tears to my eyes. “But I’m never letting you go again.”

I wanted to tell him he would never have to live without me as long as I could help it, but my release crashed down on me so hard, all I could do was cry out his name.

* * *

A light tap on the door pulled me from sleep. Blinking my eyes open, I realized it was daylight outside the window, the sun glowing high in the sky. Frowning, I started to turn, only to have strong arms tighten like vises around me before steadily easing.

My heart melted as I turned enough to see Ryan’s face. It was relaxed in sleep, a ghost of a smile teasing at the corners of his mouth. The ache deep between my legs told me exactly why he was able to smile in his sleep. He’d taken me so many times, I was going to be walking stiff for a few days.

The tap came again, and I knew it was either Mom, Maria, or Cali. No way either Dad, Garret, or even Guzman would knock that softly. Especially not my dad after the way Ryan had hauled me out of the family room the night before.

Carefully, so as not to wake the man beside me, I untangled myself and climbed out of bed. Grabbing his shirt off the floor, I pulled it on as I walked to the door. Opening it a crack, I was relieved to see Cali and not my mom. I wasn’t ready to face my family after the night I’d had with Ryan. As loud as I was, there was no way the entire house didn’t know what was going on behind that closed door. Ryan had broken his promise to my dad to wait for until we were married, and I couldn’t be happier.

“Hi,” my friend said with a bright smile.

With everything that had been going on with Justice, Cali’s smile had been absent. But my beautiful niece was more of a fighter than any of us could imagine. The past week had been full of all kinds of milestones that we’d been celebrating. Cali was finally able to breathe easier, knowing her baby girl would be home with us where she belonged soon.

“Hi,” I greeted. “I thought you would be at the hospital by now.”

“We spent a few hours with Justice and then came home when Guzman called Garret to let him know our guests had arrived.”

My brows lifted in surprise. “What guests?” I hadn’t even been expecting Ryan the day before until Garret announced he’d made a few phone calls and both Dad and the man I loved were on their way. Apparently they were his birthday present to me. Although I’d been nervous about both men’s arrival, it was, hands down, the best gift I’d ever received from my brother.

“Anya and Cristiano Vitucci are downstairs,” she whispered, glancing down the hall as if to check we were alone. “They spoke with Jet last night while you were…occupied. From what Garret told me, Anya is worried about her son’s mental health. Only, your dad didn’t reassure her that Ryan wasn’t having hallucinations and that you didn’t suddenly come back from the dead.”

I swallowed a groan and motioned her back so I could exit the guest room. Quietly closing the door behind me, I started for the family wing of the house and my own bedroom so I could change. “How upset is she?”

“Well, Felicity told her that Ryan was sleeping peacefully, so they are downstairs drinking coffee and talking about everything but you. I thought it was kind of amusing until I realized that your mom is actually pissed.”

I froze outside my bedroom door. “Wh-why would she be pissed?”

Cali shrugged. “I have no idea. She’s just gotten steadily more tense and curt with Anya since her arrival. Honestly, I was so in awe of being in the same room with Anya that it took me a moment to realize Felicity’s mood. I mean, hello, Anya is intimidating as fuck, so I was already nervous, you know?”

I wrapped my arms around myself, but I nodded. “Yeah. I understand completely.”

“But I think I’m more scared of your mom than I am Anya at the moment.”

I could feel a headache beginning to pound behind my eyes. “And I understand that too.” Felicity Hannigan was the sweetest, most gentle woman I’d ever known. Yet once you got her pissed, she was…dangerous. I wouldn’t compare her to Anya, because Anya had skills that were deadly. But Mom wasn’t a meek little kitten who needed others to fight her battles. I didn’t doubt that she would pull a gun and pop someone between the eyes.