“I don’t have time,” I inform him, pulling away. “I’m late.”
“So?” He arches a brow, smacking my ass and making me jump.
“So, I can’t miss classes!” My mom is already pissed that I’m not screwing Matt. She’ll have a cow if she found out I’m skipping classes because of Ryat.
“Fuck Barrington.” He grips my hips and pulls them from the counter.
“Ryat …” He reaches up and grabs a handful of my hair, making me hiss in a breath.
His eyes meet mine in the mirror, and his voice drops to a deep growl. “Bend over and spread your fucking legs, Blake.”
My heart starts to race, my body temperature rising. I want to tell him to go to hell. Or back to whoever he spent the night with. But the way his emerald eyes are glowing, I don’t. Maybe I’m overthinking things. Maybe he wasn’t with someone else last night. If he was, why would he still want me? It’s not like he only jumps on me when Matt is around. We actually never see him.
“Blake,” he warns, pulling me out of my own thoughts.
He lets up on my hair, and I bend over the counter, spreading my legs wide just like he ordered me to do. The cold surface of the counter makes me shiver as he runs his hand between my legs.
When he thrusts a finger in me, I rise to my tiptoes, whimpering. Then he pulls it out, and I hear him undoing his belt, followed by his zipper. His way of inspection, letting him know I’m wet enough. Then the head of his dick is pushing its way into me.
I’m panting. My palms are on the countertop next to my head while my hips are shoved into the side.
He doesn’t waste a second. The sound of my heavy breathing fills the room while he fucks me. I blow my hair out of my face the best I can, knowing I’ll have to redo my makeup when he grips my hair and yanks me to stand.
I cry out, staring at him in the mirror as he lowers his lips to my ear, his eyes on mine. “Marry me.”
I want to laugh, but his cock is hitting just the right spot, so instead, I just stare at him with heavy eyes while breathing ragged.
He runs his nose along my neck and bites into my collarbone while his free hand runs up my body, scorching my skin. He massages my breast and then slides his hand over my neck. I swallow nervously. Thoughts of what I found while searching breath play enters my mind. I lick my lips, wondering what it’d be like for him to take it away again.
As if he can read my mind, his hand then comes up, and he places it over my mouth. I whimper, my pussy tightening around him. I suck in a deep breath through my nose, wishing he would take that away from me too.
Why? Why do I want to be treated like nothing? I wish I could explain how much my body craves to be dominated. How much my mind dreams about it.
“Marry me, Blake,” he says again and then pinches off my nose, taking it away as well.
My eyes find his again in the mirror while my ears pop and my body convulses. His hand suctions to my face as I try to suck in a breath through my mouth.
He picks up his pace, slamming the front of my body into the counter, knowing it’ll bruise. My knees bang against the cabinets.
My hands come up to grip his arm, but he doesn’t budge. My lungs begin to burn, my eyes water. He continues to fuck me, his eyes on mine in the mirror while I begin to go into panic mode, but my body reacts as that sensation builds.
I try to pry his hand from my face, but he lets go of my hair with his free hand and slides his arm between the crook of my arms and my back, pinning them in place, and whispers, “You can breathe after you come for me.”
My heart races, and tears fall from my eyes, but a wave is coming. It’s going to pull me down so deep I won’t be able to break the surface.
The room is spinning, and my eyes fall shut just as the dam breaks and that wave takes me under. Just like I knew it would.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
RYAT
I REMOVE MY hand from her mouth and nose just as her eyes close. She sucks in a shaky breath when I pull out of her, and I pick her trembling body up and carry her to the bedroom. Laying her down, I sit between her parted legs. Her eyes are open but looking around aimlessly, trying to get her bearings back.
Three years having to abstain from sex while watching others have it fucks with your mind. I’ve read up on every kink and fetish you can think of. Plus, the longer you have to withhold, the dirtier your imagination has to get in order to get off. Erotic asphyxiation can be very dangerous. Some prefer to pass out completely. Others just like their air supply cut off for a few seconds. And then some like the physical aspect of being choked. The total submission is what turns them on.