Page 81 of The King of Hearts (The Raven Group #1)

“Goddamn it, Savina,” he growls, the wood of the headboard making a creaking sound when he jerks on the silk. “I’m trying to be sensitive here. You need fucking time.”

“No,” I say firmly. “What I need is for my husband to fuck me. That’s what I need.” The tip of his cock slides against my opening and my breath catches as it nudges me. “I fucking crave it, Ryker.”

“Vicious.” His voice is a guttural growl, and it’s a wonder he hasn’t cracked teeth with how hard he’s clenching them. “Untie me.”

I swirl my hips around and the head of his cock grazes my hole again, going just a tiny bit inside. “Are you going to fuck me?”

“Fuck!” Ryker shouts.

One moment, I’m on top of him, barely restraining the urge to impale myself, and in the next, Ryker is free from the silk ties.

He jacks up to a sitting position and wraps his hand around my throat.

I’m so stunned by the sudden move that my mouth drops open and my eyes widen.

I try to suck in a breath, but don’t get much air because of the tight collar around my neck.

Ryker seethes in my face, the hot air of his heavy breathing wafting across my face. He looks angry now, but beneath that emotion is a carnal need so potent that it blisters my skin.

“I fucking told you we were going to wait,” he grits out. His free hand digs into the skin of my waist. He lifts me, and the head of his cock is back at my entrance. “But my needy, little cock-whore of a wife is just too impatient, isn’t she?”

I try to nod, but my head doesn’t move much because of his grip. I can feel my face turning red from the pressure. It’s not enough to completely take away my air, but I still struggle to breathe.

“You want my cock, baby? You want it so deep inside you that you’ll feel me there for days?”

“Yes,” I rasp.

The sound barely leaves my lips before he’s brutally forcing my hips down, thrusting his hips up at the same time.

And then I’m blessedly full of him. It’s painful at first. It always is when he first enters me.

But that initial pain never lasts long. It’s quickly replaced with a sensual fullness that I’ll never get enough of.

I cry out, partly in pain, but mostly in pure pleasure. “Ryker!”

“Is this what you want, Vicious?” he demands. “For me to own this pussy? To possess and fucking take it?”

I nod my head as best as I can.

“Fucking hell,” he grunts. He forces me off his cock only to shove me back down. “So goddamn tight. You take my cock so well, Vicious.”

Up and down. In and out. He fucks me like a savage hell-bent on destroying my pussy. I am destroyed. My heart, my soul, my entire being has been obliterated by this man. He’s ruined me for all others.

“More, Ryker,” I wheeze out past my constricted throat. “Harder, deeper. Fuck me faster. Claim me. Own me. Show me I’ll only ever be yours.”

He flips us around so I’m on my back and he’s wedged between my thighs. He peers down at me, his expression uncivilized in its beauty.

“You are mine, Savina. Always and forever. In this life and beyond death. I’ll fucking follow you to the afterlife if I have to. And if I go before you, I’m taking you with me.”

His last claim should worry me. He’s basically saying if he dies, he’ll kill me to keep me by his side.

But the thing is, I wouldn’t want to live without him anyway.

It’s probably not the most healthy way to love a person, but our relationship has never been healthy.

I’ll gladly step through death’s door if it means never being away from Ryker.

With my legs jacked up over his shoulders, nearly folding me in half, Ryker pounds my pussy so hard the headboard bangs against the wall. My scream of pleasure mixes with his deep grunts and the near constant growl leaving his throat. He fucks me hard and fast and deep, just like I begged him to.

“Such a vicious little angel, taking my cock so good.” He thrusts and holds his hips against me, grinding down. “Is this deep enough for you?” He pulls back and slams back inside, his pelvis hitting my clit just right. “Is that hard enough for you?” He does it again. “Fast enough?”

“Yes!” I yell. “God, yes, Ryker.”

He retreats, but this time he doesn’t move forward again. He holds himself with just the tip inside.

“Who does this pussy belong to, Savina?” he asks, his silvery glare holding my gaze prisoner.

“You. My husband.”

“And your ass? Who does that belong to?”

“You,” I whimper, and try to lift my hips. “Please, Ryker. Don’t stop.”

He ignores me. “And your tits?”

“Yours. It’s all yours. My body is yours and forever will be.”

He drops his head and nips my bottom lip so hard that I feel a twinge of copper hit the back of my tongue.

“What about your heart, Vicious? Who fucking owns that?”

I slide my hands into his hair and pull his face back down. I swipe my tongue across his bottom lip, knowing that I’m leaving a trail of blood behind that he’ll like.

“My heart is yours, husband. You own it, possess it. It beats only for you.”

“Fucking straight it does.”

And then I’m full of him again. He hits something inside me that has me seeing brilliant stars and tightens the muscles in my stomach.

Wave after wave of intense euphoria slam through every fiber of my being.

It’s all-consuming and lights my body on fire, sending me over a steep cliff I fear will never end.

When I tip my head back and my eyes fall closed, he grips my hair and forces my face back down. His beautiful gray eyes stay locked on mine as we both careen over that same cliff. I cry out my release at the same time a deep rumbly growl leaves his throat.

Several minutes pass as we ride that never-ending wave. Eventually, his forehead drops to mine. We’re both sweaty, and our chests pump the same heavy rhythm.

“Loving you is pure torture,” he says, breaking my heart at the same time giving it life. “Utter fucking torture because I’ll never get enough. There are no amount of lifetimes spent with you that would leave me satisfied. You consume me so completely and irrevocably.”

Tears spring to my eyes, but I blink them away.

“I love you, Ryker,” I whisper my reply. “You’re my heart and my soul. My dark and my light.”

Without pulling out of me, he takes me with him when he rolls to his side. One of my legs stays locked around his hip.

And this is how we fall asleep. With my devil, my king of hearts, anchoring me to him, just as I know he always will.

“Will you tell me about these?” I ask, tracing a scar a couple of inches long right below his belly button.

When he doesn’t answer right away, I shift my head that’s lying on his chest up so I can look at him. His gaze is directed above us, staring at the ceiling. There’s a slight tic in his jaw, and the pulse in his temple visibly throbs.

“You don’t have to—” I start, but he cuts me off when he starts talking.

“My aunt came to live with us a couple of weeks after that night. She said she came to help my mother care for me. Everything was fine for the first few months. She didn’t start her grooming until after my mother was gone the second time.”

“The household staff never suspected anything?”

The tips of his fingers slide slowly up and down my back.

“No. Aunt Rosa was very careful. She knew just what to say to keep my mouth shut, and she was the perfect aunt when around others. I was seven when it first started, and she knew how to play with my emotions. My mother was sick and my father wasn’t around to care for her.

Aunt said it was up to me to be the man of the house, and it was her job to train me how to be big and strong enough to take my father’s place. ”

My gut flips upside down, and bile rises in my throat. My heart physically aches for the boy that Ryker was. To be so young and to lose not only one parent, but both, and then to be taken advantage of in such a sick way…

I wish she was alive so I could get my hands on that bitch. There would be nothing left of her sick fucking body by the time I was finished. Cutting up bodies and Lorena Bobbitting men would pale in comparison to what I would do to that woman.

Ryker’s hand moves to mine that’s still on his lower stomach, and he twines our fingers together.

“The cutting didn’t start until a couple of years after she came to live with us.

It was part of my training to withstand pain.

She’d cut me and lick away the blood she drew, and had me do the same to her.

I fucking hated it, but it also intrigued me to see that red leave her body.

I wanted to see it all flow out of her. Every single fucking drop. ”

The muscles in my throat bob at the mental picture his words produce. A little black-haired boy scared out of his mind. Having to endure the pain of having his flesh cut into, and then being forced to watch as his tormentor feasted on his blood.

“You killed her, didn’t you?” I ask, my voice scratchy from holding back tears.

“Yes,” he answers. “I was twelve. It happened the night she brought a little girl for me to use my training on.”

“Lili,” I say the name quietly, still shocked at that news. The only good thing that’s come out of this awful situation is that we know that Lili and Harper aren’t as alone as she thought. She has a brother and a mother. And I’m sure Ryker’s father would absolutely step in as a father.

“I didn’t know she was my sister. I didn’t even know I had a sister.

” He pauses a moment, lifting my hand from his stomach and placing it higher up his chest, right over his heart.

I feel it thump beneath my hand. “She was so fucking small, just on the other side of being a toddler. From what Rosa said, I knew where she came from wasn’t a good place, so when I took her away and dropped her off at the closest house, I called the police when I returned home.

I thought they would ensure she didn’t go back there.

” The muscles in his stomach tighten as his voice fills with anger.

“I didn’t fucking know they wouldn’t do their job and she’d go back to that place. ”

I sit up in bed and throw my leg over his waist. He’s in a partial reclining position, so when I do so, it puts our faces closer together. I palm both of his cheeks and make sure he’s looking at me. I almost flinch at the harsh features twisting his expression.

“Don’t take on that blame, Ryker. Even if you did understand the wickedness of the world, you were too young to have done anything. What happened to her after she left here was horrifying, but it was not your fault. And you protected her while she was here, made sure your aunt didn’t hurt her.”

No matter what I say, how I word it, I know it won’t change his mind. He was a child living his own nightmare. He’s not responsible for the actions of others, especially at such a young age.

His jaw remains hard as he grinds his molars. He wants to argue, but he keeps quiet.

“Tell me how you killed your aunt.”

I’m really curious about this answer. The devious part of me hopes it was bloody and painful. Did he get his wish and see the bright red blood flow from her body?

“My wife really does have a sadistic side to her. I can see the wheels turning in your head with all the ways you’re picturing her death.”

I shrug. “The bitch deserves each and every one of them.”

His lips twitch. “Unfortunately, her death was probably the least colorful one I’ve delivered. She fell and hit her head. She was knocked unconscious, and I used the opportunity to reconstruct the bones in her face.”

Not as bloody as I envisioned, but then again, he was only twelve years old and had never killed anyone before. Or at least, I hope like hell he hadn’t killed anyone before then.

“The only thing that matters is that she’s dead.” I run my hands down his neck and stop them on his shoulders. “What happened afterward?”

“I took Lili to the closest neighbor and left her on the porch, then ran home to call the police. Rosa was still upstairs in my room, her blood soaking the floor. There were only a few household staff, but they had all retired for the night, so I managed to drag her body out of the house without getting caught. I took her to the cliff and dumped her over the edge. The sharks and fish, I assume, took care of the rest.”

Jesus. A twelve-year-old not only killed a grown woman but disposed of her body. The shit this man has gone through is utterly heartbreaking and exceedingly sickening.

“You moved off of the island… why did you come back?”

“I never wanted to leave the island, but I wanted a change for my mother. When I turned eighteen, I moved her away, hoping that getting away from the place that held so much pain for her would help with her mental state.” He releases a sigh. “Unfortunately, it didn’t.”

“I don’t understand how you were able to stay with her when you were a child. I mean, after your aunt was gone. Wouldn’t they have put you in foster care?”

“As far as I know, Aunt Rosa’s disappearance was never reported, and Susie took over caring for me. I think she purposely didn’t notify the appropriate authorities because she knew I would be removed from the house and be taken from my mother. She knew how badly it would affect me.”

My respect for the older woman goes up. The last thing Ryker needed during that time was to be away from his mother. Even if she was in a catatonic state, being near her must have given him comfort.

“I’m so sorry all of that happened to you. You were so young and went through so much.” A tear trickles down my cheek, and my chest aches.

“It’s in the past,” he says, swiping away the tear. “Enough about that.” He runs his hand between my breasts and wraps his fingers around my throat, applying just a little bit of pressure. “I believe my wife implied earlier that I had a week’s worth of fucking to make up for.”

My stomach dips, but this time it’s with anticipation.

He pulls me forward with his grip, laying a scorching kiss against my lips, and of course, I melt against him. No matter the situation, he always manages to turn me into a whimpering mess with only a kiss. It’s one of the many things I love about him.

By the time our lips break apart, we’re both panting. Grabbing my waist, he hoists me up at the same time he slides down so he’s lying flat.

“Now get up here and fuck my face, Vicious.”