Page 153 of Wallflower

“Yes,” I choke out.

“So greedy,” he purrs. “You’ll get it, just not yet. I’m savouring the first time you put your mouth on me.”

He rises back up, towering like a predator over its prey. Ripley strokes along his dripping cock, collecting the precum and smearing it along his impressive girth. “Open your legs, show me how much you need me.”

Part of me wants to obey, bend to his words without an ounce of hesitation, but a larger part of my soul pleads for him to fuckingbreakme.

“Rose…” he grumbles when I don’t comply.

Just because I’m restrained doesn’t mean I can’t resist.

I want him to show me how muchhefucking needsme.

“Fine. Have it your way,” he threatens, releasing my hair and turning from me.

“What the f?—”

“Not another word, flower. You knew the rules.”

Swallowing my objection, I remain still. Watching with unrestrained interest as his hands grip the footboard of the bed, dragging it across the room.

Lips falling open, a whisper of a word curls off the tip of my tongue. Ripley’s gaze is cutting when it shoots to my still-kneeling form, and I slam my trap shut.

My knees throb against the hardwood, shoulders heavy and achy as I wait for direction.

Without a word, Ripley approaches me. Fist diving into my hair, he yanks me up from the floor, arm banding around my middle quickly so as to not cause too much pain.

I squeak in surprise, trying hard not to giggle because I got exactly what I wanted. He might be a big, terrifying crime lord to everyone else, but to me, he’s soft and tortured, with a heart so full of dinosaurs and devotion it borders on unhealthy. He’d die for his team, I’m sure of it, and more than a time or twoI’ve wondered what would’ve happened if I’d died in Richmond’s cell. What would he have done? How would he have felt? I’m glad I’ll never know.

Ripley drops me down onto the mattress, voice leaving no room for refusal, “Turn around, face the mirror.”

I smirk.Yes, dino daddy.

Rolling over, I get my knees under me, and shuffle into position.

Rounding the end of the bed, Ripley appears behind me in the reflection. The image is clear and unobstructed now that the bed’s been brought closer.

His familiar touch grips my hips, yanking me back. The momentum topples my face into the sheet and Rip hums in approval as every intimate part of me is exposed.

In one savage thrust, he fills me, my shrill cry of pleasure smothered by the mattress. He drives deep, circling his hips as he holds me hostage against him.

The pads of his fingers press lightly on his freshly carved name in my flesh, awakening another sensation I can’t escape, nor do I want to.

Rip wraps the chains around his right fist, hauling me back onto his cock every time his hips punch forward. I’m helpless, a willing victim to the punishing pace he sets.

“Oh, fuck,” I murmur, face down in the plush memory foam.

“What was that, my stubborn little slut? You got something to say?”

Shit, I liked that.

My cunt tenses around him, a new wave of arousal crashing over me. “Mmmm,” I mumble unintelligibly, revelling in the pleasure threatening to drown me.

Ripley’s left hand cracks off my ass. My scream tears through the room as I slam back onto his length.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Give it to me,” Ripley snarls, slapping his skin against mine.

My chains clink as he gathers the extra links in his hands, leaning over me. “Look at me,” he breathes, voice strained. I know he’s close.