Page 80 of The King of Hearts (The Raven Group #1)

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

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I t’s been a week since I was held in the secret underground bunker, and I feel like I’m slowly going crazy. No, not slowly. I’m rapidly heading in that direction.

And it’s all because of the man lying beside me.

It’s during one of those rare occasions when his face is relaxed and he looks like an ordinary man. Actually, no, Ryker West could never be an ordinary man, and I’d never want him to be. But his face isn’t so tense, and there’s no lines beside his eyes like he’s thinking hard about something.

He’s usually a light sleeper, but he doesn’t twitch a muscle as I lift my hand to his face and trace a finger over his forehead and down his nose.

He hasn’t touched me since that day. I mean, he has, but not in the ways I want him to. Not with deep passion and hard grips. With dirty words and forced submission.

No matter how much I tell him I want him to, he refuses to budge.

I know he’s giving me time, and I never would have thought Ryker would be capable of such compassion, patience, and selflessness, but I want my husband to fuck me.

I want his harsh hands all over my body.

I want him to leave marks on me with his teeth.

I want him to growl dirty words in my ear.

I want him to fuck me so hard that I feel it for days.

To leave me a filthy, dirty mess covered in his cum.

To use me and remind me that I’m his. Only his.

I don’t want what Aiden and Theo did to affect us in any way, and Ryker is allowing that. He’s giving them that power.

At first, I thought his refusal may have stemmed from his own experience at his uncle’s hands, but when I broached the subject, delicately, of course, he reassured me it wasn’t. I watched his eyes as we spoke about it, and all I saw in them was the truth.

He’s the same demanding man as before, except when it comes to anything intimate. I need that part of him, that connection, like I need oxygen to breathe.

So, I have a plan. One in which will probably piss him off at first, but I hope he’ll appreciate once it’s over.

It’s a tricky plan, and I’m not even sure it’ll work, but I’m hoping it’ll prove to him just how much I want him.

My husband’s mental health is my top priority, so if I had even the smallest of doubts of his emotional stability over what happened, I wouldn’t even think of doing this.

Weeks ago, I found his stash of the pills he used to give me to knock me out the nights he’d sneak into my room and touch me while I slept.

I crushed half of one earlier tonight and slipped it into his drink.

He wasn’t given the full dose, and he has over a hundred pounds on me, so the effects won’t be as strong as when I took the pill.

I only needed him to fall asleep for a little while to give me time to do what I need to do.

The corner of his eye twitches when I slide my finger down his neck. His pec jumps when I make it to his chest. I don’t want him to jolt awake, so I keep my touches light, easing him into consciousness.

Even in his unconscious state, his cock grows hard.

It lays heavy on his lower stomach, and the sight makes my mouth water.

I want it shoved deep inside my mouth until I’m choking on it.

I can almost feel his hands in my hair as he yanks my mouth down on him.

I want to erase what Aiden did to me inside that bedroom.

I’m watching Ryker’s face, so I see when his eyes finally slide open.

He doesn’t come awake slowly like a normal person would.

It’s like he’s asleep one second and fully awake in the next.

His eyes meet mine for a fraction of a second before he tips his head back and looks at his arms. He tugs lightly on the silk scarves I have wrapped around his wrists that are attached to the headboard.

They aren’t very tight, and the material isn’t that strong, so I know if he yanked hard enough, he’d be able to get out of his bindings with no problem.

This whole thing is more to show him I’m serious when I tell him I want him to fuck me.

His gaze comes back to me, and his expression gives me nothing on how he feels about his current situation. “Did you drug me, wife?” he asks, his clear voice giving no indication he was asleep just seconds ago.

“Yes,” I tell him.

The muscles in his stomach flex when I slide my finger over one of the hard ridges of his abs, getting closer to the head of his cock.

It’s already leaking pre-cum, and I want to slurp it up.

To lick that saltiness away with my tongue.

My eyes catch on one of the many scars hidden behind a burned rose tattoo.

I haven’t asked him about the scars yet, but I know they’re from his Aunt Rosa, given to him when he was a child.

He’s only mentioned her once, and it was so easy to see the pure loathing he felt for the woman.

Honestly, I’m scared to ask him about them.

Scared of hearing the details of what that vile woman did to him, because I know it’s going to break me.

“What are you doing, Vicious?”

“Taking what’s mine,” I say, meeting his gaze, “since you won’t give it to me willingly.”

“Untie my hands.”

I shake my head and get to my knees so I can straddle his hips. We’re both naked, so our bare skin meets once I’m in position. My breasts bounce as I move around and his cock jumps beneath my ass when his gaze drops to them. He licks his lips.

“Savina, release my fucking hands,” he growls, jerking his eyes back to mine.

“No, husband.” I slide my hips forward and the length of his cock slips between my lips. “Do you feel how wet I am?” I ask and then moan when the head butts against my clit. “Do you see how much I want you?”

He hisses out a breath, making that growly sound in the back of his throat that I love so much. The bed jostles and the muscles in his arms twitch when he tests the strength of his bindings. The silk is no match for his strength, but it holds firm for the moment.

“Savina,” he barks.

Ignoring him, I slide my gaze down and look at where his cock lays below me. I’m so wet that he’s already soaked with my arousal. The head is an angry red, and I can feel it pulse beneath me, which ramps up my need to have it stuffed inside me.

My fingers go to my clit, and I rub the little bud, rotating my fingers in a circle. My head falls back, and I whimper. “Mmm… I miss feeling your cock inside me, Ryker.” When I tilt my head back down, stormy gray eyes meet mine. “I need it so bad.”

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, and I don’t know if he does it on purpose or if it’s just his body’s own reaction, but he lifts his hips.

I arch my back and widen my legs, then push two of my fingers inside me. I feel warm and tight and so damn wet. The sensation of having something inside me feels good, but it’s not enough. I need something longer, thicker. I need his cock.

“Can’t you see how desperate I am?” I ask, adding a third finger. “How much I want my husband to fuck me?” I push my fingers in as far as they’ll go. “I want you so much that I ache, Ryker. I need you to make the pain go away.”

I pull my fingers from inside me and hold them up between us. They’re soaked all the way to my knuckles, and the scent of my arousal is so potent, I can smell it. From the flare of Ryker’s nostrils, I know he can, too.

I bring my fingers to Ryker’s mouth, and they’ve barely grazed his lips before he’s lifting his head and sucking them inside. He groans, and the gravelly sound sends shivers down my spine.

Once all of my essence is sucked away, I pull my fingers out of his mouth and lay my hands on his chest. Sliding my hips forward, I glide my pussy along his steel shaft.

I moan when I feel it nudge my opening. I’m so tempted to impale myself on him.

To take what I want, like he’s taken from me so many times before.

But I don’t. Not because I don’t think he wants me.

I know he does. I can see it in his eyes each time he looks at me.

The deep-seated need to possess. The pain it causes him because he feels like he can’t because it’ll hurt me.

He’s never shied away from hurting me in the past, from taking what belongs to him.

This is different, though.

Fucking Aiden and Theodore and their twisted games.

What Ryker doesn’t understand though is that there’s nothing anyone can do to me that would ever take away my need for my husband.

It isn’t simply a want when it comes to Ryker.

Want is too easy a word to describe what I feel for him.

Ryker may be obsessed with me, but he consumes my entire being.

He once said I’m nothing without him, and he couldn’t have spoken truer words.

I am nothing without him. I can’t breathe without him.

Can’t function. My heart doesn’t beat right unless I’m with him.

Sex is a big part of our relationship. Not the most important part, but it’s still a large part of our connection, and I feel like that connection has been tampered with. I want it back so desperately that I feel like I’ll wither away without it.

I lift my eyes back to him. The muscles in his jaw twitch, and his eyes flare a brilliant silver. He’s hungry. It’s so easy to see, and it floods my pussy with more juices. He must feel it because his cock jumps against my core.

“I want you, Ryker,” I tell him, my voice a raspy whisper.

“I love you for worrying about me. For caring enough not to touch me for fear of my mental well-being. It’s incredibly sweet, and you’ll never know how much it means to me.

” I rock my hips, sliding my pussy all over his hard cock.

I dig my nails into his pecs and lean down to put my face closer to his.

“But if you don’t fuck me within the next minute, I’ll do it myself. ”