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Chapter two

Ava

By the time I get to my apartment that I share with Danie, my head is still spinning. I push through the front door to find Danie lounging on the sofa, idly flipping through a gossip magazine.

"There you are!" She sits up, eyeing me with an incredulous grin. "So? How'd the coffee date go? Also, when did we start using coffee as our code word for sex?"

“I did not have sex with Ryder!”

“Sure Ava, because everyone spends hours with six feet five inches of walking sex on a stick just drinking coffee .” She rolls her eyes at me.

I walk over and press my finger to her lips. ”Shush. I know this will be hard for you, but I need you to be quiet and listen now.” She gives me a nod and I remove my finger from her lips. Her clear lip gloss sticks to the pad of my index finger. “You are not going to believe it, Danie, but I already know him."

"What are you talking about? You already know the guy? Like, you've met before, or is this some mystical soulmate connection in a past life kind of thing? Like you two have been soulmates for centuries, and you’ve finally found each other again."

Sitting down beside her, "No, I mean that I knew him when we were kids. He was our neighbor, and my brother's best friend. I think he spent more time at our house than he did at his own. "

"No shit, really? What are the odds of that?"

"I know, right?"

"Does he look the same?"

"He looks completely different. Though his eyes haven't changed at all, and now that I know who he is, I notice his smile is exactly like I remember."

"That’s awesome Ava. Now you have a connection to your brother. How did you two figure all this out?"

"It was Ryder who put it all together. We didn't recognize each other. I mean, people change a lot in 20 years. Especially kids. We were chatting about our backgrounds. I mentioned August and he got this strange look on his face. Then out of nowhere he asked if my brother was August Jade. After that, we caught each other up on what has been going on in each other's lives."

"How perfect would that be? You fall in love with your brother's childhood best friend." There she goes being all dreamy again.

"This isn't a fairy tale." I say, rolling my eyes and laughing at the hopeless romantic she is.

"Seems like you two really hit it off. Are you going to hang out with him again? You know, for more coffee ." She says suggestively.

“Would you stop!” I roll my eyes but can't help the slight flush that creeps up my neck. "Actually, we are going to one of his clubs tonight."

"Hold up, he owns Blaze?" She yells in excitement and disbelief.

Of course she gets excited about that. "Yes, he and his friends own Blaze, a security firm called… something the initials spell out A.S.S, and Club X."

Danie leans forward, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Ava, do you know what this means? Club X is like the most exclusive place in the city. Nobody knows exactly what goes on there, but the rumors..." She trails off, wiggling her eyebrows. “Maybe this will be our way in.”

"I doubt it, he wouldn't even tell me what kind of club it is."

"It's a sex club Ava," she deadpans. "Haven't you heard the stories? They do BDSM stuff there. I have always wanted to go and check it out. "

"You have got to be kidding me. There is no way you are into that kind of stuff."

"I'm not sure if that's my thing or not. That's why I want to go and see what it's all about. Could you at least ask him if he'd be willing to give us a tour or something? I'd sign any confidentiality agreements that’s needed. Whatever is necessary to get us through the doors." She is practically bouncing on the couch with excitement.

"Geez, take it easy. I guess I could ask him. But don't get your hopes up."

"Oh, come on," Danie scoffs. "You can't tell me you're not the least bit curious. Especially now that you know the owner. OMG, I bet he is a Dom there."

"I don't need to know that!"

Danie rolls her eyes. "You're allowed to be curious, Ava. It doesn't make you a bad feminist."

I sigh, running a hand through my hair. "I know, I know. It's just... complicated. I use to know him when we were kids. Even though he has definitely filled out, everywhere."

"See," Danie says, a mischievous look on her face. "I say we get ready and head to Blaze. We might even run into him tonight."

"Okay, but you have to promise me that if we do run into Ryder, you will not ask about Club X. He didn't say I couldn't tell anyone that he and his buddies own it, but he didn't exactly say that I could either."

"I promise not to mention it. Plus, I don't plan on doing a lot of talking tonight if you know what I mean."

Twenty minutes later I’m showered and I walk into Danie's massive closet. This apartment used to have three bedrooms, but she converted one bedroom into a huge walk-in closet when she bought it.

I step in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirrors in the entryway.

"So, how do I look?" I ask. The short, black dress hugs every curve, accentuating my cleavage, leaving just enough to the imagination. I feel comfortable and confident, feeling the buttery soft fabric against my skin. I kept my makeup light, and styled my shoulder length blonde hair in loose waves framing my face.

"Wow, you're stunning! Ryder won't be able to take his eyes off you if we see him."

"Danie, you look amazing!" I can't help but stare. She wears a striking two-piece outfit that reveals more than it conceals. The deep violet shade enhances her fair complexion, and the form-fitting miniskirt emphasizes her hourglass figure. A coordinating bralette showcases her ample assets, ensuring all eyes would be on her at Blaze tonight.

With her long brown hair cascading in effortless waves from a high ponytail, I feel a familiar twinge of envy. "You'll turn every head the moment we walk in the doors."

Grabbing our tiny clutches and sliding into our heels, we are soon out the door, en route to Blaze. I can't wait to see Ryder—if he will be there tonight.

You know, just to ask him about getting Danie a tour of Club X, or whatever.

I smooth my hands down the slinky material of my black dress, taking a deep, steadying breath as Danie and I approach the entrance of Blaze. The club is the hottest spot in town, with a line of hopefuls snaking around the block, all vying for entry into the club.

"This is going to be epic!" Danie crows, looping her arm through mine as we bypass the velvet ropes and head straight for the imposing bouncer manning the door.

I bit back a grin at her enthusiasm, feeling my own excitement building. I am more than ready to let loose and blow off some steam. The bouncer gives us an appreciative once-over before stepping aside with a nod, motioning for us to pass through. As soon as we cross the threshold, the thunderous bassline of the music vibrates through my bones, the flashing lights and press of bodies creating an almost dizzying sensory overload.

"Drinks first?" Danie shouts over the music, her green eyes sparkling in the flashing lights of the club.

"You read my mind!"

We make our way to the bar, where I order a couple of top-shelf cocktails, the first sips of mine hitting my bloodstream with a delicious, liberating buzz. Danie downs hers in one go, already swaying her hips in time to the beat, as I quickly try to catch up.

By the time our second round arrives, my cheeks are already flushed and my body is thrumming with energy. Danie grabs my hand, tugging me insistently toward the packed dance floor, and I go willingly, the two of us swallowed up by the undulating mass of bodies.

We dance without a care; our movements sensual yet playful as we feed off each other's infectious energy. At one point, a pair of guys move in front of us, handsome and cocky in a way that screams "money" louder than any words could. I meet Danie's gaze over their shoulders, her lips quirk in a wicked grin as she nods almost imperceptibly.

Feeling buzzed and deciding to toss my cares aside, I turn my focus to guy number one, allowing my hips to sway and roll against him. His hands find my waist, pulling me flush against him as our bodies move in perfect sync with the thrumming bass line.

He is undeniably handsome, with a great body. He towered over my modest 5'7" frame by a good twelve inches. His brown eyes are already bloodshot, likely high as a kite on something.

His hands roam over my curves, our hips grinding together in a sinfully seductive dance. The heady scent of his cologne mingling with the tang of sweat is intoxicating.

Danie's cheeks are flushed, and tendrils of hair have escaped her elegant ponytail as she moves with a sensuality that seems to come so naturally to her.

I am vaguely aware of being led off the dance floor, my partner's hand firmly grasping mine as he guides me through the throngs of dancers. The next thing I know, we are stumbling into the relative quiet of a dimly lit hallway, the muffled thump of music reverberating through the walls.

He doesn't waste a moment before backing me up against the exposed brick, his mouth hot and insistent on mine as his hands roam with growing urgency. I kiss him back with an equal intensity, my nails raking through the short strands at the nape of his neck as I lose myself in the onslaught of sensations.

Just as I’m contemplating how much further this game will go, a flicker of movement in my peripheral vision makes me freeze. Slowly, almost reluctantly, I tear my gaze away from my partner to find myself locking eyes with none other than Ryder Donovan.

I almost can't believe my eyes, but there he stands, observing the heated scene unfolding before him with an inscrutable expression. My breath caught in my throat as our eyes lock on each other, that familiar jolt of electricity zinging between us despite the less-than-ideal circumstances. Ryder's eyes are like chips of arctic ice, his jawline is taut with tension as he coolly appraises the compromising position I find myself in and I feel a sudden flush of embarrassment.

Holding his stare, I allow my hands to wander with deliberate provocation, trailing over my dance partner's chiseled torso before dipping lower to caress the growing bulge straining against his jeans. The man groans against my neck, hips surging as I deliberately up the ante for Ryder's benefit.

He doesn't stop us, nor does he leave. He is just standing there watching us. Seeing him watching me with this random guy turns me on more than what this guy is doing. With every touch I pretend it is Ryder I’m touching, every kiss, it is his lips I’m tasting.

I moan into the guy's mouth. He takes that as permission to move his hands under my dress to the edge of my panties. When I sneak a peek at Ryder—he isn’t there anymore.

Ryder's absence breaks the spell, and I gently push the guy back. He looks at me confused, but I just say 'sorry' and walk back out to the main room looking for Ryder. He can’t be mad, right? He was watching me. I thought it looked like he was enjoying the show. I guess not.

Looking around the room, I spot Danie amid the crowd and fight my way over to her, grabbing her arm urgently. She takes one look at my expression and immediately understands something is up, allowing me to lead her off the dance floor and into a relatively quiet area of the bar.

"Ava?" she prompts as I struggle to catch my breath. "What happened? You look like someone kicked your puppy."

I draw in a shaky breath, Danie's worried gaze grounding me as the adrenaline courses through my veins. "You'll never believe who I just saw," I begin, the words tumbling out in a breathless rush. "Ryder. Ryder is here... and he watched me grope the guy I was dancing with. Then all of a sudden he disappeared.”

Danie's eyes go comically wide, her perfectly shaped brows shooting up in disbelief. "No way! You put on a show for Ryder? Who are you and what did you do with my best friend?" A slow, wicked grin spreads across her glossed lips, "Oh, this is just too damn good."

I playfully bump my shoulder into hers, unable to suppress my own reluctant smile at her teasing tone. Leave it to Danie to find twisted amusement in my utter mortification. "Well, I thought he liked it, but then when I looked back, he was gone."

Danie frowns, seeming almost disappointed by the anticlimactic turn of events. "Well, that's just no fun at all. Here I was hoping for some juicy details. Like Ryder pulls the guy off you and takes you for himself. Maybe a fistfight, or at the very least some heated words exchanged in a showdown of toxic masculinity! It’s totally disappointing that he just walked away." She pauses, giving me an appraising once-over. "Although, I have to say, the whole 'riling up the Alpha' move is pretty damn hot. And by the look of you, clearly Donovan wasn't the only one feeling some... tension back there."

"I really am confused. He seemed like he was into it, then he just left. What do you think that means?"

"I don't know hun,” Danie shrugs. “Maybe he doesn't like anyone touching his playthings. What are you going to do?"

"I’m not his plaything. I'm going to go find him and ask him what the hell his problem is." I say with more confidence than I feel.

Danie's face splits into a wide grin as she loops her arm through mine, that familiar spark of mischief dancing in her eyes. "That's my girl! I’d expect nothing less from my fearless warrior queen. Just promise me one thing?"

"What's that?"

"Let me be there with popcorn when the real fireworks finally go off between you two. It's gonna be one hell of a show."

As Danie and I make our way back toward the dance floor, my eyes instinctively sweep over the crowded space, searching for any sign of Ryder. A part of me still can't quite believe Ryder witnessed my little show. I was starting to feel a little more embarrassed about it. I can't believe I did that. It's definitely not something I normally do. Like ever.

I try to brush it off, to lose myself once more in the beat and let the music sweep away my tangled up emotions. But my senses remain heightened, hyper-aware of every movement, every masculine silhouette that even remotely resembles Ryder’s hulking frame.

Then, like a lightning bolt cutting through the haze of swirling bodies, I spot him. Ryder stands near the exit, his broad shoulders taut with an almost predatory stillness as he scans the crowd. For a moment, our eyes lock through the mass of dancing revelers, that same electric charge crackling between us.

My breath hitches as I register the woman at his side. She is younger, rail-thin with her fake tits spilling out of a minuscule dress that can barely be considered clothing. Her heavily made-up features twist into a pout as she tugs insistently on Ryder's arm, clearly vying for his attention.

But his piercing stare remains fixated solely on me, seeming to strip away every layer until I feel completely stripped bare. I feel the heat creep up my neck as my imagination supplies all sorts of scenarios for how Ryder might choose to assert his control, to put me in my place for daring to challenge him so brazenly before.

Then, just as abruptly as our heated look had begun, Ryder turns away, allowing the woman to lead him through the exit without so much as a backward glance. I stand there, rooted to the spot and struggling to process what I'd just witnessed, even as Danie grabs my arm to get my attention.

The image of that woman clinging to Ryder's side is seared into my brain, her exaggerated features and overt sexuality such a stark contrast to his demeanor. An irrational flare of something very much like jealousy burns hot inside of me, which I quickly attempt to snuff out.

What do I care if Ryder chooses to indulge his baser instincts with some pretty but empty-headed plaything? It is none of my business how he spends his time or with whom. I don't care.

And yet, I know I am lying to myself. I do care. Even though I don't want to. Is he really like every other guy in this place? Was he just another wealthy man revving in the ego-stroking attention of disposable arm candy? Somehow, I have a hard time believing that.

I grab Danie's arm, pulling her away from her newest dance partner she's been practically devouring on the dance floor. "Easy there, tiger. Let's leave a little something to the imagination, shall we?"

Danie gives me a big drunken smile, her lips swollen from their heated make-out session. "Oh, come on, Ava. Don't act like you weren't enjoying the show."

Rolling my eyes, I tug her back toward the bar. As much as I love witnessing Danie's wild child antics, I also know she has a tendency to get a bit too carried away when she has one too many cocktails.

My buzz is gone, and it is getting late. Catching Danie's eye, I jerk my head toward the exit, silently signaling it is time to go. She starts to protest, but I shoot her a look that lets her know I am not in the mood to argue. When she gets this drunk, it's better to just treat her like a child. It takes less time to get home that way.

The cool night air is a welcome reprieve as we step out onto the sidewalk. Danie leans heavily against me, and I can tell she is more than a little unsteady on her feet. Pulling out my phone, I request an Uber, knowing there is no way either of us will be able to safely drive home.

"So, what do you think of Axel?" her words are slightly slurred as she snuggles against my shoulder.

I frown, momentarily confused by her odd question until the realization finally dawns on me. "Wait, you mean that blonde guy you were swapping spit with back at Blaze?"

She giggles, "Yep, he is so hot"

Mercifully, the Uber arrives before Danie can grill me further. I bundle her into the backseat, her head lolling against the window as she continues to babble about Axel and his clear appreciation for the finer things in life. Namely, her.

Once we make it back to our apartment, I practically have to carry Danie inside and deposit her on her bed, quickly gathering the requisite water, pain meds and trashcan to place within easy reach. She is already drifting off to sleep, a small smile on her lips as she no doubt reliving her earlier conquest.

Smiling affectionately, I lean in and press a gentle kiss to her forehead before making my way back to the bathroom for a quick shower before bed. As I reach for the shower knob, I notice that everything is damp. Like someone had just finished taking a shower.

My eyes dart around the room, scrutinizing every corner and surface for anything out of place. Determined to curb my rising anxiety at the thought of someone being in our apartment while we were gone, I begin to frantically search our entire apartment for any signs of an intruder.

I move from room to room, my fingers tracing the edges of each window frame and testing the security of every lock. I find every window secure and every lock in place just as it should be. As I walk through every room, I listen for any unusual sounds, but the apartment remains eerily quiet, only the distant hum of traffic outside .

Before returning to the bathroom, I pause at Danie's door. Gently pushing it open, I peek inside, half-expecting to find something amiss. To my relief, Danie lays sprawled across her bed, her chest rising and falling in the steady rhythm of deep sleep. The trashcan I placed earlier stands by her bedside, thankfully unused. I quietly close her door, and make my way back to the bathroom.

A sense of unease has been gnawing at me recently. I brought it up with Danie, but she dismissed it, implying I'm losing my mind. Objects have moved locations, the garbage taken out without me doing it, and items in my room seem out of place. I typically rationalize these occurrences, convincing myself I simply forgot my own actions. Yet, a nagging feeling in my gut persists, whispering that something isn't quite right. I can't put my finger on it, but I'm certain there's more to this than mere forgetfulness. No one forgets this much stuff.

Returning to the bathroom, I peel off my clothes and slip into the shower stall. The steaming spray of water pours over my skin, melting away my anxiety. The buzzing of my phone interrupts my relaxing moment, but I grab my phone anyway, hoping it is a text from Ryder. Instead a series of texts from Clint fill the screen, each more unhinged than the last.

Clint: Baby, I love you so much. Please call me.

Clint: Why are you doing this to us? To me? After everything we've been through?

Clint: You're my world, Ava. My everything. I can't lose you.

I swipe through the increasingly desperate pleas, my stomach twisting into knots. An onslaught of voicemails, each more volatile than the one before.

"You ungrateful bitch!" Clint's voice seethes with rage. "After all I've done for you, this is how you repay me? By whoring around with some random douchebag?"

The venom in his tone makes me physically recoil. This isn't the Clint I had fallen for all those years ago—caring, devoted, the man who stood by me through thick and thin. At least, that's what I believed at the time.

"We were supposed to spend our lives together, Ava. Grow old together. Have a family." His words take on a wounded quality that might have once tugged at my heartstrings. But not anymore .

"But I see the truth now. You're just another selfish slut who doesn't know how good she had it." The cruelty in each word is like a dagger to the chest. "Well, have fun being a little plaything for whatever loser you've latched onto this week. You'll never find anyone who loves you like I do."

Clint hasn't always been this way. We started dating my junior year of college. It was my first real adult relationship. He was kind and attentive. Everything I thought I wanted. But Danie couldn't stand him. I figured it was because she didn't want our friendship to change. We had been inseparable before Clint came along.

After graduation, things took a turn. He proposed, and I happily accepted. That's when the abuse started. It began with subtle shoves and gradually escalated to slaps and then full-on beatings. The final straw? A colleague of his at the school he taught at, had called me a ‘fine piece of ass’. Someone I'd never even met, and Clint flew into a rage, insisting I'd been flirting.

I finally called Danie and spilled my guts about everything. She drove all the way out, helped me pack up my things, and brought me to live with her in Seattle. At least with him back in Portland, I'm just dealing with his crazy messages and calls. If I would have just listened to her in the first place, it would have saved me a lot of time and pain.

Letting the water wash away the memory of Clint, my thoughts inevitably return to this evening. Ryder's eyes on me as he watched me being manhandled by someone else. I can't help but wonder if Danie is right about him being a Dom. Is that something I could even try exploring with him?

It's impossible to deny the connection between us, but I'm unsure if it's just due to our shared history or something more. As I lay down to get some much needed sleep, my mind wanders, contemplating the possibility that Danie might be right. Could this be fate? Perhaps my brother is looking out for me, even now. That is a comforting thought as I fall asleep. I begin to toss and turn restlessly in my bed, the sheets tangled around my body as vivid dreams of Ryder intrude on my peaceful sleep.

Suddenly Ryder is in the room with me, towering over me as he stands by my bed. His intense gaze pinning me in place as he stalks towards me, like a predator moving in on its prey. Beginning at my feet, he begins a slow, tortuous crawl up my body, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. My skin tingles as his kisses skim over the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs, his breath warm across my skin. "So responsive," his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me. "You're hungry for it, aren't you?" He murmurs, his kisses climbing higher.

Ryder's fingers slip under my thighs with a firm grip, gently urging my legs apart. I gasp as his tongue slides out, licking a path from my ass to my pussy, before diving in to circle my clit. I can’t look away, my eyes fixated on the sight of Ryder devouring me. I watch as he teases my clit, his tongue swirling around it and then sucking gently.

"Fuck, Ava, you taste so damn good," he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. "If this was my last meal, I'd die a happy fucking man with a smile on my face."

His tongue continues to flick and swirl, sending sparks of pleasure through me. That familiar heat begins to coil tightly in my core, and I can feel myself giving in to the pleasure he's giving me.

My breath hitches and my body trembles as Ryder places light kisses on my pussy. I moan as I feel the gentle scrape of his stubble against my skin before he returns his attention to my clit.

"Oh, right there. That feels so good." My hands grip the sheets, the fabric crumpling beneath my fingers, as my hips lift involuntarily, my body seeking more. More pressure, more friction, more of everything he’s giving me .

"You like that, huh?" He chuckles, the vibrations adding a new sensation. I feel a finger easing inside me, slowly at first, and then he adds a second, curling them just right, stroking in rhythm with his tongue. "Fuck, you're so wet for me. So ready."

"God, Ryder... " I breathe out, my eyes fluttering close as the pleasure intensifies. "Don't stop... please!"

"I won't stop," he growls between licks and kisses. "Not until I feel you clench around my fingers as you come." His tongue teases me relentlessly, his fingers pumping in and out, massaging that sweet spot within just right.

"Ryder.. Right there. Don’t stop. " My cries fill the room as my body coils tighter. "I'm so close."

My hips buck wildly as if I’m no longer in control of them. I grasp his hair tightly and shamelessly grind myself against his face. My breath is coming in sharp gasps. My orgasm builds with each touch of his tongue and my nipples hardening to peaks from pleasure. I slowly move my hands up my body to pinch them, rolling the sensitive nubs between my fingers as my eyes lock onto Ryder’s. My eyes never leave his; I want him to watch me. To see the pleasure only he can give me. How much I need him to make me come. How much I want it.

"That's it, let go. Give it all to me. I want to hear you. Come all over my tongue, baby." His tongue flicks faster, his fingers curling and stroking relentlessly .

My body convulses, waves of pleasure crashing over me as my juices flood his mouth and fingers. Ryder's tongue continues to lap at my pussy even as my body shudders and convulses, drawing out my orgasm.

As I begin to come down, Ryder moves to position himself between my spread thighs. He strokes his length a few times before using the head of his cock to gather my wetness, sliding it up and down my slit.

With a swift motion, he plunges into me, and we both moan at the overwhelming sensation. His skin, warm and glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, glides against mine as our bodies move as one. The faint moonlight filtering through the window illuminates his chiseled features, the sharp planes of his face, and the rippling muscles of his torso.

He pauses, letting me adjust to his size. His arm, strong and possessive, encircles my waist, pulling me tighter against him, pushing himself deeper inside of me. His skilled fingers expertly play with my swollen clit as he starts moving inside me slowly, driving me wild with pleasure.

I bite my lip, loving the feeling of his thick cock stretching me, filling me with a delicious fullness. His strokes grow longer, slower, and I whimper, needing more.

"You want it harder?" His breath is hot on my neck .

"Yes... more, please."

He pulls out almost entirely, leaving me feeling empty for a moment before thrusting back into me with a force that makes me cry out. His hands grasp my hips, pulling me onto him as he begins to piston into me with deep, hard strokes.

"Fuck, you feel good." He grunts between thrusts.

I moan, my nails digging into his shoulders, feeling the bed rock beneath us with each powerful movement. The sharp sting of pain mixing with pleasure as he goes deeper, harder, faster than I'd ever experienced before.

"That's it, take it all for me..."

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, in a raw, animalistic rhythm. Sweat trickles down my neck, my hair sticking to my skin as I meet his thrusts with an urgent desperation.

"You like that?" Ryder whispers, leaning close, his lips brushing my ear. "You like being filled up by my thick cock."

His words sent a shockwave through my body, igniting a fire in my core. I whimper, my eyes pleading as I nod, unable to form words.

"Say it," he demands, his grip on my waist tightening. "Tell me what a slut you are for my cock. How much you love me fucking this pretty little pussy."

"I love it," my cheeks flush with heat. "It feels so good, Ryder. I love feeling you inside of me. You, only you."

He smirks, his eyes darkening with desire. "Good girl.”

Without warning, he withdraws and effortlessly flips me onto my hands and knees. Before I can catch my breath, he thrusts back into me and smacks my right ass cheek, the sharp pain quickly turning to pleasure spreading across my skin.

"That's right, I own every inch of this gorgeous fucking body." He grips my hips tightly, his fingers digging into my skin as he moves. "And I'm going to use it any way I please."

"Yes..." I moan, my head hanging low as my hair cascades over my face.

"Fuck, that's it..." He pulls my hair to one side, baring my neck, and I feel his breath hot on my skin. "Tell me you're my slut."

"I'm yours."

"Louder," he demands, his voice hoarse as he thrusts harder, his balls slapping against my skin. "I want to hear you scream it."

"I'm your slut!" I cry out, my voice echoing in the room as another orgasm builds within me. "Oh God, Ryder, harder!"

He growls in approval, his hips slamming against my ass with each powerful thrust. "That's it, baby, let go. Come for me again."

His command pushes me over the edge, and I scream as my body convulses with pleasure, my pussy clenching tightly around his cock.

"That's my girl," he groans, his own release building. "Take it, take all of it."

I gasp for air as I sit straight up in bed. Frantically, I look around the room, searching for Ryder. I begin to calm down, realizing it was all just a dream. An amazing, very realistic, dream. As I try to catch my breath, I come to one realization. I am completely screwed.