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“Fuck. Oh, fuck. Ayla!”
He grunts out my name, slamming into me one more time before grinding his hips against mine in harsh circles, his cock pulsing inside me. I can feel the hot flood of his cum, and my walls clench around him as if demanding every last drop.
When our bodies finally still, Ryland drops his forehead to my shoulder, breathing hard. I crane my neck to nuzzle against him, drawing in a deep lungful of his spicy sandalwood scent. The musky scent of sweat is mixed in too, and I know he could probably taste the salt of my sweat when he worked his way down my body earlier.
Without lifting his head. Ryland reaches down between us, finding my clit with his fingertips. It’s still throbbing with the aftershocks of my climax, and the feel of his broad fingers rolling over it makes each pulse feel like a mini-orgasm.
I moan, shifting beneath him, and Ryland chuckles.
“You told me you wanted to come with my cock inside you. So as long as I’m still inside you, I plan on making you come as many times as I can.”
My laugh gets caught in my throat, turning into another moan of pleasure as his fingertips move faster and harder. The slickness of my arousal coats his fingers, and he doesn’t let up until he’s wrung another full-blown orgasm from me.
“Oh God,” I gasp as he finally starts to slow his movements. My entire lower half feels like it’s pulsing with the aftershocks, swollen and flushed with arousal. “Jesus.”
He drags his hand out from between us, lifting his head and watching me with hooded eyes as he brings his fingers to my mouth, offering them to me. I wrap my lips around them without hesitation, swirling my tongue over the broad pads of his fingertips. His eyes darken, and he rolls his hips against mine again. I can tell his cock has softened a little, but he doesn’t seem to have any desire to stop fucking me.
As he’s sliding his fingers slowly out of my mouth, a loud bang echoes from the front of the house.
We both freeze.
Over the sound of the music, I can hear someone yelling, the sound harsh and strained.
Fuck. What the hell is going on?
Chapter 5
Ryland slides out of me quickly, getting to his feet before reaching down to help me up.
He pulls his pants back up as he crosses to the stereo and shuts off the music, and I scramble to get my clothes back on too, cleaning myself up a little with a rag Ryland tosses me before tugging my pants up and slipping my shirt over my head.
The gun was abandoned on the floor beside us while Ryland fucked me, and he grabs the magazine and slams it back in, switching the safety off before heading toward the door. I follow close on his heels, and he doesn’t tell me to stay behind, although I notice he keeps his body angled in front of mine protectively.
Someone is still shouting from the front of the house, and just like earlier with Marcus’s parents, I can’t quite place the voice.
We move quickly and quietly down the hall, and when we emerge into the foyer, Ryland with his gun braced in both hands, I blink in shock.
It’s Dominic.
He’s standing just inside the door with Theo and Marcus both a few feet away from him, their postures angry and tense. Dominic looks about the same. His face is red, his dark hair a bit wild. His gaze flies to Ryland and the weapon in his hand, and he flinches slightly. Then his jaw tightens and he puffs up his chest.
“You can’t fucking shoot me. You lost your chance to do that weeks ago,” he spits.
“I can and I will if I have to,” Ryland shoots back, his voice low and hard. “What the fuck are you doing here, Dominic?”
“That’s what we’ve been trying to find out,” Theo says, sounding pissed. “He just barged in here and started yelling about shit. I have no idea what’s got his panties in such a goddamn bunch.”
“Like you don’t fucking know.” Dominic glares at Theo, his chest rising and falling fast. I’ve never seen him look this agitated, not even when Ryland had the barrel of a gun pressed under his chin. “You’ve had it out for me ever since Carson and I kidnapped her.”
He shoots a glance my way, and I want to wring his fucking neck. He makes it sound like the guys’ hatred of him is an overreaction, like setting fire to my apartment building and drugging me so they could abduct me was nothing.
“I know you sent that shit to Luca,” Dominic continues, his voice strained as he turns his attention to the guys again. “Who the fuck else would it be? You’re trying to sabotage me, and it’s fucking bullshit!”
“Sent what to Luca?” Marcus demands. I get the distinct impression that if Dominic doesn’t say something that makes sense soon, Marcus is going to lay him out just for being a pain in the ass.
“The adoption papers.” Dominic’s lips press into a hard line. “Someone mailed them to Luca, and now people are claiming I shouldn’t be allowed to compete in the game because I’m not a blood heir to my parents. That I should be disqualified.”
“Adoption papers?” Marcus furrows his brows. “I didn’t know you were adopted.”
