She looks up at us through her watery lashes. “It was me. Matt was using my cell phone. He texted you. He told me that Ryat had blocked his number from Blakely’s. His calls and texts weren’t going through, so he asked to use my phone. I didn’t know at the time what he was going to say to you.”
“No.” I shake my head, refusing to believe that. “It was Ryat.”
“What was the number?” he demands, turning to face me.
“It was …” My heart hammers in my chest when I trail off.
“What was it, Blake?” he snaps. Gripping both of my shoulders, he glares down at me.
“It was a blocked number,” I whisper.
“Son of a bitch!” he shouts, stepping away from me. “Why in the fuck would you think that was me?”
“Who else would it have been?” I ask, licking my lips. “You had sent me that picture of myself in the library before.” Shrugging, I add, “You said you were gone, but I saw your SUV in the driveway. Then when I went to look for you out in the woods and saw you were standing on the porch.” I know that was Ryat. He was the one who fucked me and carried me inside the house. He had removed his mask, and we took a shower. Why would I have questioned the text? “I thought you were playing around.”
“Motherfucker!” he shouts and turns to Cindy.
She cowers in her chair, dropping her face. He grips her chin and forces her head back, making her whimper. “You knew he was here …”
“No,” she cries, tears running down her face. “He asked to use my phone at the house of Lords party that night. I asked if I could go with him, and he said no, that he’d be out late but would give me my phone back in the morning.”
His grip tightens, and she sniffs.
“When he gave it back to me, I looked and saw who he had messaged. There was also a video…”
“What the fuck was on the video, Cindy?” he demands.
With her head tilted back at an odd angle, she manages to try to look at me, and he shouts in her face. “Answer me!”
“A video … of you two having sex in the woods.” She sobs.
He shoves her face away and walks over to the table, where he places both of his hands on it and bows his head. His white T-shirt pulls tight across his broad shoulders and back, showing me his taut muscles.
I stay frozen where I’m at, trying to understand what she’s saying. Matt watched us have sex that night in the woods, but what if he saw more? Was he sitting in the parking lot of my apartment complex when Ryat showed up and kidnapped me? He had to have been, right? Otherwise, how would he know where the cabin is? If so, does he have a video of that?
“I don’t understand,” I whisper over her sobs. “Why would he tell me to come find him, knowing you were here with me?”
No one answers. Instead, Ryat shoves all her stuff off the table, and it bounces off the concrete floor, making her flinch. Silence falls over the room, and I’m pretty sure she’s holding her breath right now.
He slowly turns around, leaning against it once again. Crossing his arms over his chest, he narrows his green eyes on hers. “One chance. How did you know she was here tonight?”
She bows her head, her shoulders sagging in defeat. “Matt called me and said that she was back in town. He knew you two were at the house of Lords, and if I was going to have any chance with you, this was it.”
“Meaning?” he growls.
She lifts her head, her watery eyes pleading with him to have mercy on her, but even I know she’s not going to get it. “Meaning, I was going to have to get rid of her. But I didn’t …”
He pushes off the table, stalking over to her.
“No, Ryat …” she screams, her body thrashing in the chair. “Please, you have to understand…”
He silences her when he walks behind the chair and wraps the rope from her bag around her neck. He pulls it tightly, making her struggle in the chair, her hands clenching and unclenching. Her hips lift while she tries to fight the rope cutting off her air.
He bends down, his lips near her ear while his green eyes are on mine. My breathing picks up when he whispers to her, “Look at my wife, Cindy. I want her to be the last thing you see.”
I hate that I’m turned on right now. That the smallest piece of me understands he’s about to bring hell down on anyone who wants to harm me. I should feel for her, but I don’t. She knew that I was in her way of getting what she wanted. And she was going to do whatever it took to get him.
A part of me can’t blame her. I’d do the same.
Her fight grows weaker, her face drains of color, and her lips turn blue. I watch her eyes roll into the back of her head, and her body sags while he holds the rope in place, taking her life. The second one that I know of, for me.
I want to ask how many have to die in order for me to live, but if Ryat asked me that question, I’d say as many as needed.
He undoes the rope from around her neck, and her lifeless body just slumps in the chair. Walking over to the table, he tosses it onto it. “Go to the house. I’ll be there in a minute,” he orders, his back toward me.
“I refuse to take orders from you anymore, Ryat.” I manage to say, squaring my shoulders. My husband just showed me who he really is. I need to show him who I am.
He lets out a growl and spins around. “Blake …”
I rush over to him, my hands going to his face, and I lean up on my tiptoes, slamming my lips to his, cutting off whatever bullshit he was about to tell me. It doesn’t matter. There are situations where words have more impact on someone, and this is not one of them.
He doesn’t hesitate. His hands grip my thighs, and he lifts me. Spinning me around, he sets my ass down on the table.
Pulling away, I throw my head back, and he trails kisses down my neck where his teeth sink into my sensitive skin, making me shiver. “Ryat,” I breathe.
“Fuck, Blake,” he groans, ripping my shirt open, exposing my breasts to him. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” His hand grips my left breast, and he squeezes it, making me whimper. “Lie down,” he orders, slapping my thigh, and it’s one that I don’t mind following.
Laying my back on the cold metal table, I shiver when he yanks my shorts and underwear down my legs and tosses them over his shoulder. Spreading my legs with his, he steps into me and unzips his jeans. When he pulls his cock out, he’s already hard, and my mind wonders if it’s because of Cindy or me. Did what he did to her turn him on? Or is it the fact that I’m turned on by what he did?
“You, Blake!” Ryat growls. “It’s always fucking you.” He adds as if reading my mind before he pushes into me, spreading my already sensitive pussy wide to accommodate his size, and I cry out. His hand comes up and wraps around my throat but doesn’t cut off my air.
“You’re still wet from my cum when I fucked you earlier,” he states, his hips slamming into me.
My hands drop to the table, and I reach out, grabbing the edge on either side of us to hold us in place.
“I’m going to fucking fill you with cum again, Blake. Every fucking time your pussy will leak with it, wetting your underwear. A reminder I was there and that it belongs to me.”
I understand his need to dominate me after what Cindy told him about Matt watching me. Hell, that’s why I wanted him. To remind him that I’m his wife. That no matter how much she wanted him, he belongs to me. But I’m not on birth control. I didn’t take it with me when I ran. And I was gone for three weeks. I tried to remind him of that earlier in the bedroom, but he didn’t allow me to speak. “Ryat, I’m not …” His hand tightens around my throat, his fingers digging into either side of my neck, this time cutting off my words again and my air.
He looks down at me, a smile tugging at his lips. “I know, Blake, and I don’t fucking care.”
I’d moan if I was able to, but his hand around my throat prevents that. He picks up his pace, and my hands fall from the edge, my eyes growing heavy from lack of oxygen. I let go, letting him have his way with me. I trust him with my life.
He thrusts so hard that my head falls off the edge, and I see an upside-down image of Cindy’s body slumped in the chair. Her face wet from her tears, and hair a tangled mess. Her body starts to become spotty as dizziness takes over.
My eyes fall shut, and the blood rushes in my ears, blocking out the sound of his grunts. My body is floating, rising like a balloon. Higher and higher to the sky. The pain making it even more pleasurable and the choice to freely give him control.
It’s addicting, like I imagine a drug would be. I feel giddy, almost high. My pussy clenches around him, and he hisses in a breath when my body reacts, and I come all over his dick. That wave of heat rushes over me, and he lets go of my throat.
Sucking in a breath, I start coughing but it doesn’t slow him down. I feel a rush of blood and loss of the little focus I had left. He thrusts into me one more time, and I feel him pulsing. He comes inside me, just like he said he was going to do.
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
RYAT
ILOOK DOWN and watch my semi-hard cock slip out of her as cum drips from her wet cunt. I run my fingers through it and then shove them into her, making her moan. “Gotta make sure she gets every drop,” I say, and she rocks her hips back and forth on my fingers. She’s such a needy slut for me.
“Ryat,” she coughs out my name, still trying to catch her breath while her body shakes uncontrollably.
“Shh,” I tell her, pulling them out. Leaning over, I kiss her flat stomach. She tangles her fingers in my hair, and I kiss her soft skin again, trailing down to her pussy. “I can’t wait to see you pregnant, Blake,” I whisper against her skin, my tongue licking her cunt, tasting her and myself.
She whimpers at my words.
I’ve never really thought about kids. I mean, sure, I knew I’d have them someday. But ever since she’s returned, it’s all I think about. Her swollen belly and enlarged tits. I want Blakely Rae Archer pregnant with my child, and I’m going to get it.
Throwing her shaking legs over my shoulders, I kneel on the concrete floor at the edge of the table and stick my tongue inside her. Keeping my eyes open, I watch her squirm before me. Her hands grip her breasts, and she pinches her hard nipples.
My girl likes it to hurt a little. That’s what gets her off.
I don’t stop. I could watch her come over and over and never get tired of it. I could say it’s a control thing, but it’s more than that. It’s the fact that I’m the only one who has ever seen her like this. So vulnerable and unable to control her cravings.
She’s become my obsession, but I know I’ve also become hers.
Her body thrashes on the table, and I reach around her legs, my thumb playing with her clit while her hips ride my face. She arches her back, her breathing picking up once again, and her thighs clench down around my face, holding it in place, coming for a second time.
I suck on her cunt like it’s my own personal honey-flavored sucker, filling my mouth with her sweet taste. Her body sags to the table, her legs falling off my shoulders. Pulling away, I lean over the table, standing over her body, and grip her face. She looks up at me through heavy eyes. They’re still unfocused from my hand around her throat, restricting her air. Squeezing her cheeks, she understands what I want and the tip of her pink tongue darts out, slowly running across her lips before she parts them for me, opening wide. Leaning down, I spit into her mouth.
“Taste yourself,” I order, watching her cum slide down her tongue to the back of her throat. Closing her lips, she swallows, and I press my lips to hers, wanting another taste.
She moans, her tongue meeting mine for a quick kiss before I pull away and she sucks in a breath.
Reaching up, I grab the back of my shirt and rip it up over my head. “Here, you need to wear something while I carry you to the house.”
She lets me help her sit up, and I place my shirt over her head. Now that I know Matt is aware of where we live, I need to make sure she’s never outside uncovered, no matter what time of the day or night it is. This also means I need blackout curtains for all the windows in the living room. Too many opportunities for him to watch her.
He could be sitting outside right now because he knew Cindy was here.
“Fuck!” I hiss. I had forgotten about her.
“What?” Blake asks, her body tensing.
“I’ll take care of it,” I tell her, yanking the shirt down to cover her.
“Of what?” she asks, and then her eyes fall on the dead girl in the room. “I want to help you.”
“Blake …”
“Ryat, let me help you.”
Letting out a sigh, I nod. I can’t leave her here alone anyway. I have to take care of a couple of things tonight. She doesn’t know it, but I’m about to test her again. Only difference is this time I won’t blame her if she doesn’t pass. “Okay. We have to go get my SUV first.”
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