Page 73 of Ravaged Devotion

Ryker slid in a third and Rue hissed, rolling against him, move forcing those digits in deeper.

“Not enough.” Rue whimpered. “Please.”

“Going to make you wait for it. The way you made me wait.”

Rue shook his head against the table.

With his free hand, he delivered a hard spank, laughing when Rue howled, his body betraying him by gushing, clear fluid plopping onto the floorboards.

“You got my shoes dirty. Should I make you lick them clean?” A month ago, it wouldn’t have been a joke, but now, he clicked his tongue when Rue made as though to get up. “I was kidding.”

But hell, if his eagerness to please wasn’t sexy as fuck.

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Something was seriously wrong with him.

Rue had problems.

Only someone certifiable would be able to get off while some mimic creature called out in his dead mother’s voice.

But his whole body was on fire, his ass greedily clinging to Ryker’s fingers, desperately trying to pull them in deeper where he needed it the most.

“Tell me about how you snuck into my bedroom,” he flipped the script on Ryker, not even realizing, curiosity getting the best of him. Definitely something wrong, because instead of being angry, he’d found relief in the Black Hart’s confession.

He’d been feeling guilty over all the wet dreams about him he’d been having, but now Rue knew the source. Knew that he wasn’t the only one affected all those nights they were under the same roof.

“How’d you do it?” he asked.

“Sometimes I pulled your cheeks apart and came over your crease,” Ryker told him. “Other times I’d flip you onto your back and cream your dick and balls. Really mess you up. Seeing your walk of shame the next morning was my favorite part. How your face heated when we made eye contact. How you fidgeted in your seat across the table from me.”

“That’s…”

“Diabolical?” Ryker supplied. “Illegal?”

“Hot.” The Black Hart’s fingers stilled inside of him and Rue made a sound of protest.

“You weren’t like this in the rose garden,” Ryker said with a chuckle. “You were bold, yes, but not demanding.”

“Please, I just need it to stop.”

Ryker tensed, and Rue realized his mistake.

“No, no! Not you!” He flung out an arm, blindly pointing in the direction of the window where his voice was still being called. “That! Drown it out. Wreck me!”

“Wreck you?” Ryker let out a low whistle and then his fingers were gone. The blunt tip of his full cock replaced them a second later, and he adjusted his stance behind Rue, clearly taking more time with it on purpose to draw the moment out.

“Ryk!” He wasn’t above begging, but at the last minute, he realized there was a better way to get the Black Hart to give him what he craved the way he craved it. “Kind of feels like that creature out there has more stamina than you. It’s been going hard for like ten minutes, meanwhile you still haven’t even—” his sentence cut off on a curse when Ryker entered him in one fierce thrust.

That massive cock seemingly tore through him, the pain bright and electric, delicious in the way it was mixed with an intense pleasure that momentarily had his hearing going out. He gasped as the Black Hart wasted no time, not even giving him a second to adjust, pounding him into the table like a madman.

The sound of Ryker’s hips slapping against his ass echoed in the room, his pace quick and ferocious. He didn’t hold back, didn’t seem to care if he was hurting him in the process.

Like that night in the rose garden.

When he’d rolled them over and took control, and completely and totally dominated Rue.

He’d found bits of grass in his hair the next morning.