Page 73 of Ruthless Desires, Vol. Two (Ruthless Desires Series Extended Editions #2)

Oliver

“Princess!”

I sweep Wren into my arms the second she steps into the kitchen.

“I’m okay,”

she says, but the strain in her voice tells me otherwise.

Wren texted me and Ell on their way back from her apartment and let us know her stepdad attacked her. For the most part, Wren seems unfazed, but I think Thomas managed to scare her pretty good.

I cradle her head gently, but she hisses in pain and pulls away.

“Oh, not there. That hurts.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“What happened, love?”

Elliot comes up behind her, gently parting her hair.

“It doesn’t look like you’re bleeding.”

“Rhett already checked,”

she says.

“Thomas slammed me against a wall. Well, first he grabbed me and yanked me into the apartment. And then I think he was about to punch me, so I ran. He caught up to me in the stairwell.”

“Which is where she managed to get the better of him,”

Rhett adds.

“Pushed him down a flight of stairs.”

Wren hugs me tightly and lays her head on my shoulder.

“And then Rhett threw him down another.”

Letting out a low whistle, Elliot strokes Wren’s back.

“You’re okay otherwise?”

“Just shaken up. I told my mom I never want to see either of them again.”

“Where were you?”

I ask Rhett.

“On the phone with Finn. It was a stroke of luck I heard her yelling.”

His lips curve upward to form a proud smirk.

“Not that she needed my help.”

I nod. It’s not like they expected someone to be in Wren’s apartment.

“What did he have to say?”

“He hacked into Richard and Corinne’s calendars. She’s going to be gone tomorrow night, and it looks like he’ll be home alone. Finn is working on learning everything he can about the house’s security system as we speak.”

“So… tomorrow night.”

Rhett nods.

“I don’t want to wait any longer.”

“Fair enough.”

Just then, Benny dashes into the room. The kid has so much energy I’m contemplating asking Finn if he can bring Maggie over here for a day. Maybe the two of them will wear each other out.

“Tunnels?”

he asks, eyes bright with excitement.

Rhett chuckles. “Tunnels.”

***

To no one’s surprise—and Benny’s disappointment—we don’t find any secret tunnels. He does find the door to the second basement, though, but it’s locked, and we told him to not go down there. Even if he manages to, there’s no way he can get to Ludo.

Halfway through, Wren heads to her room to lie down, saying she has a headache. Elliot heads up to check on her after a half hour. We already asked if she wants to get her head checked out by a doctor, but she declined, saying she can probably sleep it off.

Benny already discovered the game room the other day, so he drags us all in there, and we play a game of pool. It’s been a while since we’ve spent much time in here. To say life has been hectic lately would be an understatement.

“Another round?”

Benny asks once the two of us have beat Andrew and Rhett.

Andrew grabs his cue.

“Absolutely. You only won because you got lucky.”

“You two play,”

Rhett says, stepping back.

“I think I’m too tired to keep up.”

“You already weren’t keeping up,”

I tease, which earns me a playful jab to my ribs.

“Will you two be good on your own for a while?”

Rhett asks as Benny and Andrew start gathering up the balls again.

“We’ll be fine,”

Andrew says.

“All right. Elliot is in Wren’s room if you need anything.”

“Best two out of three?”

Andrew asks.

Benny grins.

“Hell yeah.”

“That first one doesn’t count, though,”

Andrew says.

“Aww, but—”

“We’re starting from scratch, Ben.”

“Ugh, we always play your way! Why can’t we play my way?”

As Rhett and I leave, I chuckle. Maria and I used to bicker like that all the time. Still do sometimes, if I’m being honest.

“Is there anything you were planning on doing today?”

Rhett asks me as we walk through the house.

“Just spend time with everyone. Relax, rest, all that.”

And do my best not to think of Ludo.

“Got it.”

I stop, realizing what he probably wants to do.

“You’re heading to the basement, aren’t you?”

“He can wait another day,”

Rhett says.

I frown.

“You’re sure?”

“It’s not like he’s having a great time down there. Pretty sure he has at least a broken rib and a minor concussion. Plus, the wait is torture enough.”

“You can say that again,”

I mutter, realizing too late that it’s a mistake.

Rhett watches me quietly, almost expectantly. Unable to hold his gaze, I look away.

“What happened while we were separated?”

My eyes slide shut, and I shake my head. I just can’t.

“O,”

Rhett says softly, “what did he do to you?”

“I don’t want to talk about it. Can you just… ask Ell?”

A shadow crosses over Rhett’s face before he takes my hand in both of his.

“Yeah, of course.”

It’s probably unfair of me to put the burden of explaining on Elliot. It was painful for him, too, but I know he’ll do it for me. Maybe taking it off my shoulders will ease some of the guilt I know he’s feeling, too.

“I just want to forget,”

I whisper.

Silently, he tugs on my hand and leads me upstairs. Just as we get to Rhett’s room, Wren’s door opens, and Elliot steps out.

“Hey. How’s she doing?” I ask.

“All right. She hasn’t fallen asleep yet, but she’s getting there. I’ve been reading to her, and I think it’s helping.”

Rhett leans against his doorframe.

“You two need anything?”

“Water, but I’ve got it.”

Nodding, Rhett says, “I told the boys to find you if they need something.”

“Good to know.”

Elliot’s eyes travel from Rhett to me.

“Maybe just try to keep it down? I don’t think turning Wren on right now would be a good idea.”

“Absolutely.”

Rhett nudges me toward his room.

“We can be quiet.”

“Thanks.”

Elliot turns to head down the hallway, but then he pauses. That haunted look returns to his eyes, and he reaches out and brushes his fingers down my arm. He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t have to. I know what he means.

In Rhett’s room, he shuts the door behind us.

“Are you seducing me?”

I ask, feeling his gaze boring into me from behind.

“I’m reminding you who you belong to,”

he replies, gripping the back of my neck and guiding me toward the bed.

“And that no one is ever taking you from me again.”

Desire spreads through my body, lazy and warm. Once we’re in front of the bed, Rhett’s hand glides down my spine, coming to rest at the small of my back. His lips brush against the side of my neck, his warm breath skating across my skin and making me shiver.

“Do you want that?”

he murmurs lowly in my ear.

Want isn’t a strong enough word to describe the way I feel. I don’t think there is a word with a meaning that fully encapsulates it.

“Yes,”

I whisper.

“Don’t move.”

I stand perfectly still, feeling the loss of Rhett’s body heat behind me. He goes through one of his drawers until I hear him pull a few things out.

“Close your eyes,”

he tells me.

Without hesitation, I do so. I can hear him moving and feel his breath on my skin again. His fingers brush against my hips before he lifts my shirt over my head and lets it drop to the floor.

Next, there’s the familiar feeling of cool leather against my neck. Rhett doesn’t pull out the collar very often, but it always helps me relax. There’s a certain sense of security that comes with wearing it—a type of freedom in knowing that I don’t have to think when it’s on. As Rhett fastens it, I smile. I’ll never stop being grateful that I found three people who understand me and want to give me what I need.

Rhett chuckles, pulling his hands away.

“Do you have any idea what you just did?”

“What? No.”

I almost open my eyes but stop myself just in time.

“You completely relaxed. Pretty sure your shoulders dropped a whole inch. Maybe even two.”

I hum. Maybe I need this more than I realize.

Rhett’s hands squeeze my hips before he slides my pants and briefs down my legs. Once I’ve stepped out of them, he reaches around me and strokes my cock once, twice, before pulling away. I bite my lip to stop myself from begging for more.

“Turn around and face me,”

Rhett says.

Slowly, I do.

“Open your eyes.”

He’s smiling at me, his expression soft.

“Take off my shirt.”

Stepping close to him, I reach for him, my fingers curling around the black fabric. I pull it up, and he lifts his arms so I can get it over his head. As I do, I press small kisses to his chest and shoulders, unable to stop myself.

He picks up a length of chain from his bedside table and attaches it to the metal ring on the front of my collar. Gently, he tugs, and I have no choice but to step forward.

His smirk is wide, his eyes dark.

“Good boy. Now undo my pants.”

I reach for him, but he shakes his head.

“On your knees.”

As I lower myself to the floor, I trail my hands down his thighs. He’s towering above me and holding onto my leash, and it makes my stomach flip with excitement. When we’re like this, I can breathe easier. Rhett will take care of every need I have, so this acts as a temporary reprieve from my anxiety.

Slowly, I unbutton his pants and slide the zipper down. The whole time, I stare up at him, watching as his eyes grow even darker with want. When I pull his pants down, taking his briefs too, he steps out of them.

“Good boy,”

he tells me lowly.

My eyes are on his cock. I reach for it without permission, wrapping my fingers around it and moving my hand up and down. His dick hardens under my touch, and he lets out a satisfied sigh.

“I had other plans, but…”

He slides his hand up the chain so I can only move a couple inches, and then he gently pulls me closer.

“This is fine for now.”

With a groan, I lick the underside of his cock from base to tip before taking it into my mouth. I suck on the head and stroke with my hand, falling into a pattern I know he likes.

Rhett groans, staring down at me as I pick up my pace. I’ve missed his taste—missed the way he feels in my mouth. But more than that, I’ve missed the way he can never take his eyes off me when we’re together.

“You feel so goddamn good, O.”

As he says it, Rhett strokes his free hand over my hair and cups the back of my head. He thrusts into my mouth, holding me to him. “Fuck.”

As he drives into my mouth, I caress his dick with my tongue. He’s not too rough, but it’s controlling enough that I wouldn’t be able to pull away if I wanted to. It’s exactly what I like, and I grip the back of one of his thighs, silently urging him on.

“Sometimes, you’re just as greedy as Wren,”

he says.

“I bet you’re rock hard right now, aren’t you? Bet you want me to suck your cock the way you’re sucking mine.”

I moan and move my hand more enthusiastically, following with my mouth. I’ll always enjoy having all my attention on him, but god, I want him to touch me, too.

Holding my head in place, Rhett pulls out of my mouth. When I look up at him, his eyes are half-closed, a lazy smile on his face.

“Up,”

he tells me.

I scramble to my feet, grinning when he tugs me toward the bed using the leash. With a heated gaze, Rhett tugs it again until I’m stumbling into him. His hand cups my cheek before gripping my chin and tipping my face up.

“I love that you have no choice but to obey me,”

he says, tightening his hold on the leash.

“I can do whatever I want to you, and you just have to take it.”

An unbidden whimper escapes me just as Rhett fits his mouth to mine. He holds me in place, one hand keeping the length of chain tight, the other gripping the hair at the back of my head. When his tongue delves into my mouth, I suck on it, craning my neck upward. I don’t want him to pull away.

He does, though, spitting into my open mouth and watching as I swallow. When he leans in again, his lips brush over my cheekbone, and then he nips at my earlobe. “Mine,”

he says, his voice almost a growl.

“You’re fucking mine, O.”

“Always,”

I whisper.

As Rhett crawls onto the bed, he pulls me with him. He lies down on his back, his head propped up on the pillows, and he guides me so I’m straddling him. Once I’m in position, my dick rubs against his. I begin wrapping my fingers around both of them, but Rhett knocks my hand away.

“Grab the lube,”

he instructs.

It’s already sitting on his nightstand, so I snatch it up instantly. Still holding onto my leash with one hand, Rhett uses the other to take hold of my cock. His hand moves up and down as I groan at his touch.

“Squirt some on.”

I do, shivering at the contrast between the heat of Rhett’s hand and the coolness of the lube. The liquid warms quickly, and I watch his fingers glide over my cock with ease. His grip is firm but not too tight, his strokes even.

As a sigh escapes me, I tilt my head back slightly and close my eyes. The only things I want to focus on are the feelings of Rhett’s body against mine and the sensations of his hand sliding over my cock.

“Rhett,”

I moan, reaching out and running my fingers along his arm.

For the briefest second, he stops, moving to wrap his hand around both our dicks.

“More,” he says.

I squirt more lube onto our cocks, and it spreads as he strokes them together. Another whimper falls from my lips as he picks up his pace. Feeling the soft skin of our dicks rubbing against each other is its own type of heaven.

“So good,” I groan.

He’s still holding onto my leash with his free hand, keeping it taut between us. As he continues stroking, I sink into that familiar space of safety and bliss.

No one can hurt me.

No one can take me away.

No one can touch me but him.

I think Rhett notices, because he tugs on the chain gently. It’s not enough to force me forward more because that’s not his intention.

“I’m yours,”

I whisper, my gaze traveling from his hand, up his body, to his eyes, which are locked on me.

“I love you, Rhett.”

His smile is slow, and relief fills his expression, although I’m not sure why.

“I love you, too.”

He lets go of our cocks, and I take over. Using both of my hands, I wrap my fingers around our dicks and stroke up and down. I watch with satisfaction as Rhett’s eyes close, and he relaxes into the mattress beneath us. Over the past couple months, I’ve started to notice him letting his guard down more often. Hopefully, that continues.

I slide one of my hands up farther, caressing the heads of our cocks and smearing the precum that’s waiting at the tips. I move back down before repeating the process. It feels good, so I keep at it, watching Rhett’s lips part from a breathless groan.

“I’m gonna come,” I gasp.

He grabs my hand and pulls it away, and a disappointed whimper falls from my lips.

“Rhett—”

“Not yet. Edge yourself until I’m there with you. We’re coming together.”

Oh, fuck. He knows I love that—we both do.

I continue stroking Rhett’s cock, giving myself a moment of rest. Once I’ve put some distance between me and my impending orgasm, I take both our dicks in my hands again. I thrust into them, moaning at the feeling of my cock rubbing against Rhett’s.

“Such a good boy,”

he tells me.

“I love it when you obey me.”

“You’re trying to make this harder on me, aren’t you?”

I almost let myself get too close, but while I want to come, I want Rhett to be proud of me. So I let go of my cock again and go back to only stroking his.

“That’s it. Oh, fuck, Oliver, just like that.”

I go for a little longer before I join again. I thrust into my hand, squeezing gently so that it’s tighter and there’s more friction against our dicks. As I feel myself getting close again, I groan. How am I supposed to stop? My body is tense from the buildup and denial, and I need this. God, I need this.

“Rhett, I—”

“It’s okay. Let go. I’m gonna come, too.”

“Oh, fuck.”

As the sensations wash over me, I let myself get lost in them—in being completely wrapped up in Rhett. In us. Nothing can compare to it, especially when he has me collared and he’s looking at me with that possessive heat in his eyes.

Rhett chokes out a groan as cum shoots from his dick. I bite my bottom lip to stifle my whimpers, not wanting to distract Wren. My cum coats the back of my hand, and I slow my strokes on instinct. It’s too much.

“Don’t stop,”

Rhett commands me.

“Keep going. I know you can take it.”

I do as he says, shuddering at the heightened sensations. I’m so sensitive, and hearing the tightness in his voice and knowing he’s feeling the same things I am only adds to it.

“Rhett,”

I rasp, half wondering if I’m going to explode from the overstimulation.

“Ahh, ahhh, I don’t think I can—”

His hand covers mine gently as he gives me silent permission to stop. My hand slows, and as my vision clears, I find him smiling up at me.

“You did so well,”

he whispers.

“I’m proud of you for listening.”

With an exhausted groan, I let myself collapse on top of him and fit my mouth to his. My lips move against his clumsily as I try to express just how much this means to me.

Rhett unhooks the leash and sets it on the bedside table. I’m about to head to the bathroom to clean up, but he pulls me into him.

“Just a few minutes,”

he murmurs.

“Let me hold you.”

Resting my head on his chest, I let out a content sigh. My hand is all sticky, but I don’t mind if it means I get to cuddle with Rhett for a few minutes.

His fingers trace over my bruises lightly, but he doesn’t pry. At some point, he’ll need to know what happened, but not now.

“You’ll be okay,”

he tells me softly, his voice laced with pain and regret.

“We’re here for you no matter what, O.”

His gentle assurance dispels the memories that are creeping into my consciousness. I relax into his hold, yet again appreciating the reminder that I’m safe.

Rhett is right. I will be okay. We all will be. It’ll take time, but we have support. And most importantly, we won’t let something like this happen ever again.