Page 98 of Scream Little Sister

I don’t bother knocking before I enter his room. My gaze immediately finds him, and I stumble over my own feet.

Ryder relaxes on the end of his bed, still wearing the mask.

Only the mask.

“You’re still wearing it,” I breathe.

The towel is thrown haphazardly across his lap, hiding his erection from my curious gaze. Ryder raises his tattooed hand, then curls his middle and ring finger in a come-here motion.

My thighs clench together, and my core pulses as I imagine those fingers making that motion inside me.

I close the distance between us. Ryder grabs my waist and drags me onto his lap with his erection nestled against my core.

“Can I have that kiss now?” I lift his mask to his forehead so I have access to his mouth.

Ryder’s pierced lips tilt into a cocky smile. “I’m yours, doll. Take whatever you want from me, even my heart.”

Butterflies fill my stomach, and I lean forward. Ryder meets me in the middle, too impatient to wait for the kiss. Our mouths crash, and it’s a flurry of tongue, teeth, and bites.

The world fades until it’s just us in his bedroom, our hands exploring like we’re reacquainting ourselves after being separated for years.

Ryder fists my hair and grips my waist before rolling me onto the mattress and settling between my spread legs. The kiss never falters, even when my lungs burn with the need for oxygen.

“Ryder,” I whisper between kisses. I dig my nails into his back, torn between needing to breathe and needing him to keep kissing me.

He nips my bottom lip before trailing wet kisses along my jaw toward my ear. I suck in a ragged breath and grind my pelvis against his as he catches my earlobe between his teeth. Tingles spread through my body and build in my core.

“Please.” I rock my hips faster against him, seeking more friction against my throbbing clit. “Touch me.”

Ryder chuckles and thrusts against me. “My girl is so needy.”

My mind blanks.

Noticing my reaction, Ryder drops his mouth to my neck, where he assaults me with his teeth and tongue. “Say something, beautiful.”

I lick my bottom lip. “I’m your girl?”

Ryder raises his head. “You think I’m just going to let you walk away after I finally got you?” He tsks. “One of these days, I’ll marry you and put a baby in you. It doesn’t matter which comes first.”

Butterflies fill my stomach. “But I’m already engaged.”

A strange look passes over Ryder’s face, and he quickly locks it away. “Are you?”

“What do you mean,are you? You met him the other night.”

His lips curve into a wicked smile. “He thinks he owns you, but we both know who you really belong to.”

“It doesn’t work like that.” I swallow hard around the rising lump in my throat. Something I haven’t felt for a very long time creeps to the center of my chest and tightens its grip until it’s hard to ignore.

It’s hope. Ryder talking like this is giving me so much needed hope that he won’t allow Justin to marry me.

Ryder rocks his hips against mine, grinding his erection against my pussy in slow, hard strokes. “I promise, when you walk down the aisle, it’ll be toward me. No other man will ever have you. They’ll eat dirt for even thinking they get to touch you like I do.”

I tug Ryder’s hair as he grinds against me, stoking the embers of my desire until they blaze out of control. He lets out a toe-curling groan and rocks against me faster. It’s hard to think past the haze of lust clouding my mind. I reach between us and stroke his cock.

“I want you to use me.” I try to sound firm with the demand, but my voice comes out breathy. Shaky.

Ryder cocks his head in a silent question and kneels between my legs while he fists his shaft.