Page 113 of Unlocking Ruin

He rolls onto his side, his weight pressing me down, trapping me beneath him. His hips move in a slow, deliberate arc, each thrust sinking him deeper, making me ache for more.

He grips my jaw, forcing my eyes to his, then down our bodies to where we’re connected. “Watch. Look how perfect we are.”

I force my gaze down, watching the hard, relentless rhythm of him moving inside me. The sight is savage, almost beautiful, and I can’t look away. Heat coils tight in my core. His hand slides lower, rough fingers tracing my stomach, then further down to my clit. My hips jerk, his touch matching the pace of his thrusts—hard, desperate, perfectly in sync.

“I feel you tightening around me, Little Thief.”

“Harder,” I gasp, his name tumbling from my lips, desperate and raw.

“Fuck. I feel you coming.”

We soar together, moan and thrust, trying to milk it out of us for as long as we can.

“Don’t stop!” I hold him down as the longest orgasm of my life passes through me.

He keeps riding into me, rubbing my clit. “Look at you. You’re coming again,” he gloats as he pinches me harder, stealing another orgasm from me.

I can’t stop moving my body, trying to stay glued to him. He keeps rubbing my sex; it aches, it’s too sensitive now, but I can’t stop in fear this is all a dream.

He pulls my shirt up. Hot, plump lips suck my hard nipples into his mouth. His wet tongue laps, stroking.

“I think I just died,” I moan, with a huge smile on my lips.

The smell of dirt, pine, and sex covers us. He slips out of me and stands; quickly he pulls up his pants, zips them, then even goes and grabs the gun I dropped, and the mask.

“What are you doing?” I ask as I push up on my elbows.

He comes to me, bends down, and hurls me over his shoulder, then I feel his hand smacking my ass.

“Did you think that was it, Rylan?” He begins walking toward his house. “The makeup sex hasn’t even begun yet. I hope you know what you signed up for, Little Thief.” He smacks my ass again.

I hit him with my open palm. He chuckles. “You’re gonna pay for that.”

I hit him again.

“Oh,” he says, talking fast, almost at a jog with me over his shoulder, “you want to be punished, do you?”

“It’s been a year. You have a lot to make up for, Steffen.”

We reach his front door. He sets me down and surprises me by sliding on my mask. He stands there staring down at me, his blue eyes illuminated by the bright neon-pink glow. My heart hammers, my toes tingle with anticipation, and my grin stretches ear to ear.

“Happy Halloween, Little Thief. Run.”

Curled on my side, I trace the gentle rhythm of Steffen’s breathing, memorizing each rise and fall.

Suddenly, his blue eyes flicker open, catching me. His lips curve into a sleepy smile, his gaze melting. He reaches for my hip and pulls me against him.

“Do you still love me?” I ask.

His sleepy eyes blink open wider. “I never stopped. You know this.” Suspicion and concern thread into his voice. His throat rolls as he swallows.

“Would you prove how much you love me?” I ask, my heart thundering as tension creeps into my neck; the softness of his pillow suddenly feels like stone.

He props himself up on one elbow, gazing down at me, not with dominance but with the vigilance of a knight scanning the shadows for whatever threatens his queen.

I sit up, locking eyes with him. I clutch the sheet to my chest, craving its protection like armor. “I have a plan, but for it to work, I need allies.”

Those sharp blue eyes just keep hold of mine. “Anything,” he nods.