Page 10 of Rough & Ruthless

“Mmm…” Her needy moan encourages more of my touch, and I finally indulge in what we both want.

My fingers sink into her hot, wet center, tracing around her throbbing bundle of nerves. I inhale deeply as her scent washes over me, both sugary sweet and tangy. I can fucking smell how turned on she is, how desperate my girl is for her release.

“Stryker, I need–”

Before she can finish her sentence, I stroke her clit, my rough, calloused fingers taking their time to map out every inch of her. Soraya turns her head, burying her face in the side of my neck to muffle her loud cry.

“I’ve got you, beautiful,” I rasp against her damp forehead. Jesus, she’s so worked up already, and I’ve hardly touched her yet.

I continue kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples with one hand, while the other hand explores her most sensitive spots. Gathering up more of her sweet honey, I lavish her clit with attention, blurring my fingers over the little nub, and loving the way she thrusts into my hand.

Soraya grips my bicep, her nails digging into my skin as eager whimpers fall from her lips. I nudge her head up and press my mouth against hers, plunging my tongue inside at the same time my finger thrusts into her tight cunt.

“Oh! Oh, god…”

I growl when I feel a wave of wetness gush from her little hole, coating my fingers as her pussy tries to suck me in further. “That’s it, Soraya. Fuck me, you feel incredible.”

Curling my fingers up, I rub against her G-spot while pressing my thumb against her clit, massaging both oversensitized areas until she’s shuddering in my arms.

“S-St-Stryk-ker,” she stutters out. “It feels… God, it feels…”

“Tell me,” I demand. “Tell me what your sexy fucking body is feeling.”

“Hot,” she breathes out. “And restless. My skin feels… tight, like I need to break free, need to… to release…”

Her breathing grows choppy, her pussy pulsing around my fingers while I wind her up tighter and tighter, circling, circling, circling my fingertips deep inside until Soraya’s muscles lock up. She holds her breath, her entire body a livewire that twitches with every subtle movement.

Soraya rocks her hips up and down, rubbing her ass against my painfully hard dick while chasing her release. I double my efforts, covering her mouth with mine right before she screams out her pleasure.

I lap at her with greedy strokes of my tongue, the kiss messy and perfect. I hold her tight against me as her orgasm shatters through her entire body, feeling her rapid pulse beating against my skin.

The warm afterglow washes over us, and though my cock is aching to get inside Soraya, I’m satisfied that she’s satisfied. She lets out a long breath as she deflates against me. I smirk, knowing I made her come so hard she could barely breathe.

“You’re exquisite,” I tell her, kissing her sweaty temple.

“I think I should be telling you that,” she teases. “Seriously, I… Thank you.”

“Never thank me for giving you pleasure, Soraya. Your surrender was the best gift I could have asked for. And when you’re ready… I have so much more to show you.”

My woman smiles up at me, then tucks her head under my chin, every one of her curves melting into the hard slats of my body as she relaxes completely. The only sounds are our quiet breathing and the steady, rhythmic sound of the waves below. The lingering heat between us is a physical entity. I relish the heavy, grounding weight of Soraya resting against my chest, peppering soft, reverent kisses over her flushed cheeks and swollen lips, utterly mesmerized by her trust in me.

Eventually, the sun starts to dip lower. I help her soraya stand, gently adjusting her clothes and making sure she is perfectly comfortable.

She swings her leg over the seat and wraps her arms securely around my waist while I place my hands over hers for a brief second. A profound sense of peace washes over me. It’s a completeness I’ve never felt in my entire life. I know with absolute certainty that this woman belongs to me. God knows I already handed her the tattered remains of my heart the first time I saw her in her floral shop.

CHAPTER SIX

SORAYA

Isit on the edge of Stryker's massive bed with a book in my hands, though I stopped reading a while ago. I can’t help it. I’m antsy for Stryker’s return. The heavy, quiet atmosphere of his private quarters surrounds me. Outside this room, the clubhouse hums with restless energy, but inside, the air is thick with anticipation.

Stryker had another club meeting tonight, but he promised it would take an hour, two at most. I glance at the digital clock on the nightstand, sighing as I note it’s already been an hour and forty-five minutes.

The heavy wooden door suddenly bursts open, and Stryker storms inside. He’s practically vibrating with dark tension and absolute fury. The beast of a man runs both large hands through his dark hair, tugging at the strands as if he’s at his absolute wit’s end.

Stryker begins pacing the short stretch of the floor like a caged predator. His breathing is harsh and ragged, his fierce jaw is set so tight it looks painful. Peering into his dark brown eyes, I see they are entirely consumed by a dangerous mix of rage and panicked stress. The club must have received another massive blow about the smuggling operation.

A lesser woman might flinch. An earlier version of me would flinch as well, but I see past his bark, his bite, and his rugged exterior. Growing up around constant volatility in the Denver trailer park taught me how to read people. I recognize what this really is. Stryker isn’t a monster; he’s a raw, desperate, wounded animal trapped in a corner. Beneath his iron control and his President's patch, he is terrified of failing his club.