Page 76 of Wrecked By a Devil

I watch Riley’s face light up as we walk into the empty movie theatre, a smile slowly spreading across her face. I have arranged snacks and drinks for us, and she immediately grabs a bag of popcorn, placing it into her lap, the rustle of the paper loud in the dark and somehow I find myself feeling envious of the damn paper bag.

“You want some?”

I take a handful of popcorn myself and try to focus on the massive screen as the movie starts playing. It’s all in vain, I can barely catch anything that’s happening on the screen. Every time I look towards it, my attention drifts back to Riley instead. To the way she leans forward during the emotional scenes, and the quiet laugh she tries to hold back during the funny ones.

“This is really mind blowing,” her voice a soft murmur against the loud audio of the feel. Her eyes are beaming.

“You know that you can live like this every day, Riley?” I turn in my seat to face her.

“What do you mean?” She looks at me, confused, her fingers pausing over the popcorn.

“I have more money than I’ll ever be able to spend,” I shrug, the weight of my empire sitting behind every word. “If you wanted to stop working tomorrow, you could.”

“I really appreciate that, Zeke,” She places her hand over mine, her palm warm against my knuckles. “But I really don’t want to live like that. I don’t want to become dependent on you or anyone.”

“Good.” A small smile tugs at the corner of my mouth, the dark spike of pride hitting my chest.

“Good?” She raises an eyebrow.

“I know how important your independence is to you,” I add, leaning in slightly closer, until the heat of my breath brushes her cheek. I slowly tuck a stray hair behind her ear, letting my knuckles graze the soft skin of her jaw. “I’d be disappointed if you were willing to give that up so easily.”

“Are you serious?” She searches my face, her eyes studying my features in the flickering light, as if she’s trying to figure out whether I’m joking. “Or are you just teasing me?”

“I’m serious,” I brush my thumb across her cheek, applying just enough pressure to make her look at me. “But just know that I will put the world at your feet the moment you ask for it.”

“Zeke…” Her voice is weak as she speaks, a shallow exhale showing how affected she is by the warmth of my hand.

This woman is driving me fucking insane and I don’t think she has the slightest clue about how much of an impact she has on me. Of how easily she tugs at the strings of a man who controlsmillions. I drop my hand, hooking my index finger beneath the delicate strap on her shoulder, letting it drop on purpose just to see her reaction.

The heat in her cheeks builds, a dark flush visible even in the dim theater light. She looks down to the fallen strap, her breath catching, and then her eyes meet mine again. For a brief second, she glances down at the heavy bulge in my pants, her lips forming into a sharp, knowing smirk. That’s all I need.

I lean over and claim her. The moment our lips touch, she lets out an involuntary moan as if she’s been dying for this to happen the whole night.

“Zeke,” The words are breathless, whispered directly against my mouth. “Someone might walk in.”

“Does that scare you?” I ask, my voice rough. I don’t wait for an answer before placing another kiss on her jaw, then lower, biting gently at her neck and trailing down to her collarbone until she shivers.

“No,” She shakes her head, her fingers tangling in the collar of my shirt and pulling me closer to her.

When our mouths meet again, she isn’t holding back anymore. The fearless look in her eyes makes me harder, a tight, painful ache, and I can’t hold myself back a second longer. Even though I enjoy teasing her and having her beg for my dick, tonight has been an absolute torture. I’ve been fantasizing about slammingmy dick into her while she’s still wearing that dress from the very moment I saw her step out of that car.

“Tell me what you want, Riley?” I breathe into her neck, my hand sliding up the smooth skin of her thigh, pushing the fabric of her dress out of the way until I reach the thin, damp fabric of her thong.

“I want you to fuck me,” she breathes the words against my lips, bold and desperate.

I pull her onto my lap in one heavy movement, her legs straddling me on both sides. The fabric of her dress slides up to her waist, leaving her long toned legs completely exposed in the dim light. I feel the agonizing, perfect pressure of her body on my dick as my arms lock around her, holding her in place. Even though she’s on top, I’m the one controlling every movement she makes, anchoring her to my weight. With one hand resting firm on her hip, digging into her flesh to keep her still, and the other grabbing the nape of her neck to pull her in for a deep kiss, I have her completely at my mercy.

“Don’t move,” I whisper into her ear, my voice a commanding growl as she desperately tries to rub herself against me, needing the friction as much as I do. “Unzip my pants.”

She reaches for my zipper, her finger clumsy and trembling, aching for this as much as I do. Her face lights up, her eyes darkening when my dick springs out, fully erect, thick and ready for her.

“Good girl.”

The throbbing in my groin is becoming unbearable, a blinding need. In one swift motion, I hook my fingers into her thong and rip it off, letting the fabric fall to the dirty floor of the movie theater.

“This is crazy,” she smiles, a breathless, thrilled sound as she watches it hit the floor and then returns her heavy gaze to my crotch.

I don’t wait any longer. With ease, I lift her hips just enough to lead her slick entrance to the head of my dick, and slowly, deliberately, drop her down. She releases a sharp, fractured breath, her eyes closing as she tosses her head back, her spine arching as she tries to ride me.