I WANT YOU

RYKER'S POV

I instantly snapped out of my wild  imagination. Gosh! What the hell was I thinking? I mean, its not a bad idea. I'll lIke him to do….Oh! Shut up, Ryker!!

He stared at me intently, scanning me whole, as if contemplating the punishment to give to me.

His hands reached out to my face, caressing my cheek. “You're shaking,” He  breathed, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Did I scare you….or excite you?”

I swallowed hard. My heart thumped, fear and excitement twisting in it. “What's the punishment?” I stuttered, keeping my voice low.

He redrew his hands and my skin burned where his fingers had been—like it missed him already. His gaze darkened, “Soon. You'll know soon.” His lips curved into a dark smirk.

My stomach flipped. I wanted to ask him about that night. Did his friends really did as they said?  Did he fuck them? Did he have fun?

The questions roamed in my head but couldn't leave my lips.

Then, he leaned in, “You've got something to say?” He asked, like he read my mind.

I hesistated for a while, silence stretched.

“Did you–” I paused, and bit my lips.

His eyes twitched, staring at my lips.

My heart raced as I spoke again. “Uhm…I mean, after the restroom…” I paused again, cursing myself inwardly. I clearly  didn't know how to ask what I  had in mind.

His throat bobbled, gaze darkening. It seemed he knew exactly what I wanted to ask. He was only trying to act unaware. He was punishing me, he knew it's a tough question to ask.

But I was willing to give it a try. “The two…..bitches. D….did you–” I muttered, and almost bit my lips.

Before my brain could process a thing, he crashed his lips on mine.

I blinked, my eyes widened.

He ravished my lips, kissing me deeply. He bit my lips slightly and I gasped. He slid his tongue into my mouth,  tasting all corners.

I responded almost immediately, kissing him back and matching his pace. His hand gripped my neck–not tight but controlling.

I let my hands rest on his shoulder as I pressed into him more. His other hand slid into my shirt, rubbing my chest, abs, everywhere.

Then he  broke the kiss, breathing hard. His eyes darkened with lust. “I don't think that should be any of your business, boy toy.” He breathed, replying to my earlier question.

My heart burned,  hurt evident in my eyes. I tried hard to mask it.

Not like he was wrong. I was just his boy toy. I didn't have the right to question him about who else he had fun with. I should be even more grateful that he didn't end the deal right here.

Earlier, when those bully ignored me, I reasoned that it had something to do with the deal I made with Leonardo.

I  tried to clench my fist but I clenched the wrong one as a  piercing pain surged through me. I winced, hissing in pain. It was my injured palm, the one I punched the mirror with.  It was bandaged now.

Leonardo's gaze flickered to it and I saw his  jaw tick. “Who did this?” He gritted out, his gaze flicked to my face and back to my palm.

My throat ran dry.

“Okay! So I was thinking about those two bitches on your bed, having the best time of their lives  while you drill their holes. And then I got really angry and punched the mirror.”

I thought in my head. It would be really foolish to actually say that to him. But I was foolish for punching the mirror.

“No one. It was an accident. It isn't serious.” I mumbled softly, hiding the palm behind me.

He didn't bother to ask further. Not like he cared. Instead, he stepped back, creating distance suddenly that it hurt more than a slap.

“You can leave.” He muttered, inserting his hands into his pocket.

What!!

I felt my insides tightening.

“But…but–”  I stuttered, meaninglessly.

“What?” His lips curved into a deadly smirk. “You don't want to go?” “You want me to fuck you just the same way I fucked those bitches?” He teased, watching me intently.

My breath hitched.

The words slammed into me  hard. My heart burned with jealousy, humilation and want–twisting together until I couldn't tell which one burned the most.

Just the same way…

My chest tightened painfully than ever. So that was it. To Leonardo, I was just another body that could be used and replaced.

I hated that my heart still ached for approval. I hated that the jealousy burned quietly instead of exploding. I  hated that I  still longed for his touch.

Above all, I hated myself.

“We made a deal. I don’t get to ask for your touch. You decide… and I submit.” I struggled to say but inwardly, I really wanted him to touch me–just not the same way he touched those bitches.

His gaze remained blank.  “Good.” He smirked and stepped forward.

I retreated, heart racing.

He took another step and I backed away again—until my spine met the wall.

He closed the distance between us, bracing his hands on either side of my head, trapping me completely.

He buried his head in the crook of my neck, sniffing. I felt heat pool in my thighs. He began licking and biting hard as I rolled my eyes in pleasure.

Fuck! I could feel a bulge in my pants.

“Fuck…nardo…” I arched helplessly into him, my head fell back in pleasure.

His body stiffened and I heard him grunt low in pleasure. Then he continued, nimbling on my neck skin, igniting desire within me.

Just then, I felt something hard on my thighs. It wasn't my cock–it was…

I swallowed, letting my hands trail down to his lower abdomen.  I almost gasped when I saw how erect he was–even through his pants, it was visible.

Boldly, I rubbed his bulge through his pants fabric as he pleasured me with his tongue. He grunted in pleasure and it only fueled my desire.

Then he stopped, and looked into my eyes. Want flashed in it and I gulped. Please, don’t hold back. I begged silently.

Then he leaned in and kissed my earlobe. I shivered, fisting my hands into his shirt.

“I want you,” he whispered hotly against my ear.