So now we know what Ryan was holding back on..... He likes a little kink.
Tally swallowed hard, her mouth dry. She wanted to say yes, to admit that she loved the feeling of being controlled, of having no choice but to submit to him. But the words stuck in her throat. Her focus was all on him, the intense look on his face.Ryan’s expression darkened, his patience wearing thin. “Answer me,” he demanded, his voice a low rumble.Tally nodded, her eyes wide with desire. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.Ryan’s lips curled into a satisfied smile. “Good,” he said, his tone softening slightly. “Because I intend to keep you right where you are. Put your hands above your head.” He watched her as she did as she was told. “Now don’t move them, no matter what. Do I make myself clear?”“Yes.”With that, he returned his attention to her body, his hands moving with purpose. He gripped the waistband of her panties, his fingers sliding underneath the fabric. Tally’s breath hitched, her body tensing with anticipation. She remembered her times with Ryan, but in hi
Ryan pulled out of Tally with a groan, his body slick with sweat and their release. Without giving her a moment to catch her breath, he swiftly lifted her from the bed. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he carried her toward the bathroom. The cool air hit her skin, making her shiver, but Ryan’s warmth was like a warm blanket at her front, her breast pressed against his chest.Ryan set her down gently on the tiled floor of the shower. Tally felt as limp as a noodle and would have fallen to the tile floor had he not kept one arm around her waist. He reached inside the shower and turned on the diverter. The sound of water running filling the small space. He adjusted the temperature until it was just right, then stepped under the spray, taking her with him.Tally moaned as the warm water cascaded over her, washing away the remnants of their intense encounter. She could feel the tension in her muscles begin to melt away, replaced by a deep sense of relaxation. At least she
Tally awoke before Ryan as the early morning light filtered through the curtains. She turned her head to gaze at him, his peaceful face in deep slumber, and felt a warmth spreading through her chest.Last night, they had begun bridging the gap between them. This new aspect of their married life had taken her by surprise.Everything that had happened felt so right. At least now she knew what he had been keeping hidden from her before the accident. Without his memory, he had shown her everything.She lay there for a moment, delicately tracing the lines on his face with her finger. If she were to lift the hair that had fallen over his face, she would find the only physical reminder of their accident. She wasn’t sure if she should be happy that he had lost his memory.Her thoughts drifted to the intensity of their encounter, the way he had taken control, and how she had willingly responded. It was a side of Ryan she had never witnessed before. She couldn’t help but wonder if this was alway
Ryan’s office door slammed shut behind him as he stormed in, his eyes blazing with fury. After his workout with Marty down in the office gym. He had just received an email from Holly containing a video.He had started to play it until a few seconds in he had realized it had been an altercation between Ashely and Tally. Ryan had paused the video. So no one else could hear. He found an empty room. Then let the video play. Tally had got Ashley to admit years of lies, and her latest scheme, and the contents were damning.The evidence was clear: Ashley had been manipulating him, feeding him false information about Tally, and orchestrating a campaign to drive them apart. Ryan’s hands clenched into fists as he replayed the conversations in his mind, realizing now how easily he had been swayed by her lies.The thing that had hurt him the most was the lie about the baby. When that part of the conversation between the two women had played, it had almost knocked him to the ground? The baby he had
Tally walked into the dimly lit house. She was so mentally tired from everything that had happened during the day’s events. The soft glow of candles flickered throughout the living room, casting a warm, inviting light. She hoped Ryan hadn’t cooked dinner because if he had; she was really late. Looking at her phone, she saw it was 9:17pm.“Ryan?” she called out softly, her voice barely above a whisper.There was no immediate response, but as she stepped further into the room, she moved through the house and noticed the bedroom door was slightly ajar. Her pulse quickened, a feeling of anticipation stirring within her. She approached the door cautiously, her hand rested against the wood for a moment before she pushed it open.Her eyes scanned the room, finally landing on Ryan, who stood in the bathroom doorway. He was wearing only his boxers and an expression that was unreadable, but there was a fire in his eyes that sent a shiver down her spine. She had been looking forward to coming hom
The next day, Tally returned home from work after Ryan because she had stopped at the grocery store to pick some things up for dinner. Ryan was already there, his expression serious. He was standing by the window, looking out at the skyline. She could sense that something was on his mind, and her heart skipped a beat as she wondered what he was thinking about. With so many things unresolved between them. Tally knew she had read too much into every expression from him lately.“Hey,” she said softly, stepping into the room. “You look like you’ve got a lot on your mind.”Ryan turned to face her, his eyes dark with emotion. “I do,” he admitted. “I invited Noah over. I need to tell him the truth about everything.”Tally felt a pang of sympathy for both men. Noah deserved to know the truth, but she knew it would be devastating for him. “Are you sure this is the right time?” she asked, her voice gentle as she placed her shopping bags in the kitchen.Ryan nodded. “Yes. It has to be done. I can
Tally stood in front of the mirror, her breath catching as she took in the sight of herself. The gown Holly had helped her pick out clung to her curves like a second skin, its deep emerald fabric shimmering under the soft lighting. The plunging neckline left little to the imagination, and the slit up the side revealed just enough leg to be tantalizing. She felt confident and undeniably sexy. Before becoming Ryan’s wife, if she had to attend an event like this with him, she would have just worn a plain black dress.“You look stunning,” Ryan’s voice came from behind her, sending a shiver down her spine. She turned to see him leaning against the doorframe, his eyes dark with desire. He was dressed in a tailored tuxedo that accentuated his broad shoulders and lean frame. His hair was perfectly styled, and his jaw was clean-shaven. He looked every bit the part of the wealthy businessman he was.“Thank you,” Tally replied, her voice low and sultry. “Holly has great taste.” Tally looked back
Ryan’s eyes widened in shock at Tally’s words. He stared at her. Tally saw his mind working. Thinking god only knows what.“John Benson is your brother?” Ryan said with clipped tones.Tally confirmed his suspicion. “He is my brother,” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. The revelation hung heavy in the air between them. His eyes darkened.“Excuse us, Noah,” Ryan said, his tone firm. He placed a hand on Tally’s lower back and guided her away from the busy ballroom, where anyone could hear them. As they stepped out onto the veranda, they could still hear the noise and conversations of the guests within the ballroom, but muffled now.The veranda was dimly lit, with soft lanterns casting a gentle yellow glow over the stone floor. Tally moved away from the doors leading back into the ballroom and put some distance between her and Ryan. She was worried about what he could be thinking right now. She was Barry Benson's daughter. Would he think she was a company spy? The Ryan she ha