Owning Violet

  “Jesus,” he mutters, shoving at my shoulder so I fall back against the pillows. I wait breathlessly as he undoes his belt buckle and pulls it from the belt loops, dropping it so it lands on the floor with a clank. I’m transfixed as he unbuttons and unzips his pants, tugging them and his boxer briefs down his muscular thighs so his cock thrusts out, toward me.

  My mouth waters and I part my lips, whimpering when he wraps his hand around the base of his cock and starts stroking.

  “Fucking little tease. You want this?” he asks, his voice deep and so very, very dark. He’s shifted into that edgy mood that takes over whenever we have sex. That dark, scary place that I love to experience with him.

  “Yes,” I whisper, inhaling sharply when he scoots closer, and I lift my arms, my hands resting on the sides of his thighs, his erect cock directly in my face, in front of my mouth.

  “Open those pretty lips,” he croons and I do, the heavy weight of his cock parting my lips farther. I suck him in, surrounding just the head, my tongue teasing at the flared edge. “Just like that,” he moans.

  Lavishing all of my attention on just the tip, I wrap my fingers around his thick length as I withdraw him from my mouth. I lick my lips and then trail my tongue across the tip, back and forth, curling it around and putting on a show just for him since he’s watching me so avidly.

  A thrill moves through me and his hot gaze burns into mine. I want to make this good for him. The position is so intimate, our bodies so close together, his gaze tracking my every move, his breathing heavy as I slowly draw his cock deeper into my mouth.

  “Fuck,” he murmurs as he reaches out and touches the side of my face. He plays with the corner of my mouth, touching it, touching his cock, and I withdraw my lips, taking his index finger between them instead, sucking deep.

  Ryder pulls his finger from my mouth and traces my lips, his mouth curved into this half-smile that I rarely see but like so much. “Enough playtime, Violet.”

  I nod and try my best to relax, breathing deep to expand my lungs, my throat.

  “Watch.”

  Glancing up, I see us in the mirror. Me sprawled across the bed, Ryder on top of me, his cock in my face, his head bent as he watches me. Slowly he looks up, his gaze meeting mine in the mirror as he aims his cock at my lips. I part them, lost to the image of him pushing his cock into my mouth, encouraging me with rough words that send a thrill buzzing straight through my body and landing between my thighs.

  “Deeper, baby. Let me fuck your mouth,” he urges, his gaze still on mine in the mirror above us.

  I take him deeper, trying my best to open up my throat and coax him in. He fills my mouth so completely I almost choke and my eyes water. But I don’t stop.

  It’s as if I can’t stop.

  He’s fucking my mouth and I don’t fight him. I give in to the sensation of him using me, dominating me—and witnessing it as everything unfolds in the mirror. My skin burns, my lips hurt, and my vision goes hazy as he thrusts and holds his cock in my mouth so deep, I’m afraid I’ll gag.

  But I don’t. He withdraws and fists his cock, drawing the tip back and forth across my parted lips, coating them with a mixture of my own saliva and pre-come. “So beautiful,” he whispers, his eyes on me once again. I tear my attention away from the mirror and watch him. “What you do for me. What you do to me. You take whatever I give you and never complain.”

  I lick at the head of his cock, wanting more, craving the taste of him. He strokes himself as I suck him between my lips. Fast. Faster. Until I’m whimpering and he’s groaning and he stiffens as come spurts into my mouth. It happens so fast I barely have time to register it.

  I don’t move away, don’t even blink as I eagerly swallow every drop, licking my lips and savoring the salty-musky taste. He watches me with amazement, his chest heaving from the intensity of his orgasm, and pleasure races through me, knowing I did that to him. I feel powerful in this moment. I’m the one who gave him so much pleasure. No one else.

  Only me.

  Exhaling loudly, I close my eyes, feel him lift off of me and get off the bed, and I immediately mourn the loss of him.

  My heart aches. My entire body aches. I’ve thought it again and again, but now I know. I’m in too deep.

  And I don’t want to find my way out.

  Chapter Thirty

  Ryder

  I didn’t mean to come down her throat but it couldn’t be helped. She knows just what to do to send me over the edge, and watching us together in the mirror … fuck me, that was hot. Those plump lips wrapped tight around my cock, her tongue working the length, the look of complete submission on her beautiful face as she took me deeper and deeper, again and again …

  Yeah. I lost all control. I used to be able to hold out forever. I’ve had women begging for me to just finish already and come. I’d wear their pussies out with all the fucking and I thought it was perfect. Exactly what I was supposed to do. I was in control. No one demanded an orgasm from me. I gave them their pleasure and finally, when I felt like I’d had enough, I’d come and be done with it.

  Not with Violet. I see her naked and want to come in my pants. Hell, I see her walk around the fucking office fully dressed and wearing patterned stockings and I’m eager to fuck. Eager to come—in her, on her, near her, whatever. And when I’m finished, I’m ready to do it all over again.

  I’m all urges when it comes to Violet. Working off basic instinct, one scent of her and I’m raring to go like I’m an animal.

  But it’s more than that with her. Yeah, she makes my natural urges go haywire, but she also makes my protective instincts kick in. I want to take care of her. And after what she just confessed in the cab of all places … all I can think about is how I want to watch over her.

  For the rest of my life.

  The thought of a scumbag—worse, a trusted family friend—trying to harm a hair on her head makes me want to kill him.

  Violet gives so selflessly and I’m not used to that. I’m a selfish asshole. And pretty much every woman I’ve been with was selfish, too, especially Pilar. She may have helped me find a new direction but ultimately, it was all for her own selfish gains. I was her little puppet to create and mold into exactly what she wanted. For a while, I let her, I was so grateful to be saved.

  I’m over that shit. I’m over other women, period. I just want Violet. No one else. She’s mine.

  All mine.

  The realization makes me freeze. I stare out the window, the cracked blinds offering me a glimpse of dimly lit buildings and the dark night sky. Fuck. It’s hard to believe still.

  That I only want …

  Violet.

  “Ryder.” Her sweet voice draws my attention and I turn to look at her, letting my pants drop and kicking them along with my underwear off. Naked, I go back to the bed and crawl over her, hands braced on either side of her head, my still hard cock resting against her soft belly.

  “Yeah, baby?” I kiss her neck, lick her skin, taste the faint salt of her sweat. Fuck, I could eat her up I want her so much.

  “I want to be on top,” she whispers, her voice soft, her hands sliding up to my shoulders and giving them a squeeze. “Please?”

  Without warning, I roll over so I’m lying on my back and she’s sprawled on top of me, a little smile curving her lips. I run my hand down the slope of her back, over the curve of her ass. Her skin is so soft and smooth and she feels so damn good on top of me. I could stay like this for …

  Don’t even go there, jackass. Forever isn’t possible in your world.

  The negative voice in my head can fuck off.

  “Lift up,” I tell her, not able to shake giving up complete control. She does as I demand, sitting up so her hot, wet pussy rests against my abs, her hands braced on my chest. My cock hardens, brushing against her ass and she gives a little shudder. “Take me inside you. I want to watch.”

  She rises up on her knees and grabs hold of my cock, guiding it inside of her body. I watch, fascinated, a
s she slides down my dick, taking all of me in one slow glide. Watching and feeling it all at once makes everything inside me tense up and I close my eyes, trying my damnedest to fight off the urge to pound inside of her until I’m coming with a shout.

  “You feel so good,” she murmurs as she slowly starts to ride me. “You’re so big and thick.”

  I grip hold of her ass and guide her movements, my fingers pressing so hard into her skin I’m sure I’ll bruise her.

  I don’t really fucking care. I don’t think she does, either.

  “Oh, God.” She sounds like she’s in pain and my eyes fly open to find her riding me with her head thrown back, her gaze locked on the image playing out in the mirror above us.

  It’s amazingly hot, watching Violet and me together. Why haven’t I thought of bringing her here before? The way her breasts bounce, her long hair dangling so far down her back it almost touches her ass. She lifts her arms over her head, gathering her hair in her hands, and I tear my gaze away from the mirror to actually watch her.

  Damn, she’s gorgeous. Eyes closed, teeth nibbling on the corner of her bottom lip. She’s riding me, her knees braced on either side of my hips as she slides up and down my cock in this amazing rhythm that is bound to make me come soon if I don’t do something about it …

  I grip her hips and try to slow her down, lifting my hips and sending my cock deep inside her body. She stills and releases her lip from her teeth, moaning as I circle my hips and try my best to send my cock as deep as she can take it.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” I whisper. “Wet and hot, baby. I love fucking you.” She gets off on this type of talk. Sweet, quiet Violet Fowler, the ice queen, as Pilar called her.

  Not even close to the truth. She’s fucking wild, this girl. She takes it any way I can give it to her and loves every second of it.

  I reach out and brush my thumb over her clit, making her gasp. I tease her, not giving her the pressure she needs to come but just enough to push her to the edge. Her movements become jerky and she throws her head back again, her eyes closed, lips parted as she pants, lost in her own little blissed-out world.

  “Come here,” I tell her as I remove my hand from her pussy, needing her closer. Needing to feel her skin on mine.

  She opens her eyes and falls over me, her face in mine, her hands on my shoulders, her hips working up and down my cock. I keep my hands on the globes of her ass, pushing and pulling, sending my cock deep, savoring the sounds of her moans as we increase our pace.

  Together. Always together. We’re so in sync it’s almost scary.

  “I-I’m going to come,” she whispers and I lift my hips, working her on my dick, wanting to watch that inevitable moment when she falls apart all over me.

  “Come for me, baby,” I encourage as I thrust balls deep. “Come all over my cock.”

  She does as I command, her body stiffening, her lips parted on a silent cry as the tremors take over her completely. Her inner walls grip my cock like a vise, the rhythmic contractions sending me spiraling over the edge as well, and I come for the second time in freaking ten minutes.

  “Oh, my God.” She collapses on top of me, all smooth, soft limbs covered in sweat, my cock still buried inside her body. “You’re going to kill me.”

  “Not if you kill me first,” I mutter, caressing her ass until she starts wiggling against me. “Stop squirming, or I’ll spank you.”

  “Ooh, promise?” Her gaze meets mine and I see the arousal and amusement lit within her gaze.

  “You’d like it if I did, wouldn’t you?”

  “Maybe.” She wiggles against me again and I grab hold of her ass, gripping it tight.

  “Stop.” I smooth my hand over one cheek, then give it a solid slap. She jolts, her legs going wide, and just like that my cock is hard.

  Yet again.

  “I’m hungry,” she whispers into my ear, her stomach growling as if punctuating her statement, and we both laugh.

  That we can take it from outrageous orgasms to me spanking her ass to the both of us laughing because we’re hungry …

  I don’t even know what to call what’s happening between Violet and me anymore. All I know is that it scares the hell out of me because it can’t last, but I want it to. We shouldn’t make sense together. She’s sweet and good and I’m mean and awful. She cares too much and I have zero fucks to give. A woman like Violet deserves to be worshipped and loved. She’s powerful and smart and gorgeous and sexy and …

  Fuck. I want to be the one who worships her and loves her and tells her just how smart and sexy she is every day. For the rest of her life.

  The thought terrifies me.

  Much later, after we’ve had Thai food delivered and we’ve taken a shower together—where I fucked her from behind, her breasts pressed against the cold tile with the warm water raining down on us—we fall into bed, wrapped all around each other, her ass nestled against my dick, my arm tight across her breasts. Her breathing is evening out and so is mine. I’m ready to fall asleep. Beyond ready. We still have to go to work tomorrow …

  When her phone buzzes, indicating she has a text.

  Violet reaches over and grabs the phone off the bedside table. She looks at the screen, the light from it casting her face in shadow and letting me see the frown on her pretty face. “It’s Pilar.” She glances up, her angry gaze meeting mine. “Asking if you’ve told me the truth yet.”

  My heart sinks to my fucking toes and I hold out my hand, needing that damn phone now. “Let me see it.”

  “No.” She holds her hand away from me, the phone out of my reach. “What is she talking about?”

  “It’s nothing. I swear.” How do I get out of this? Fucking Pilar, does she know Violet is with me? How could she know?

  “It certainly sounds like something. Her message says, ‘Has Ryder told you the truth about us?’” She stares at me, her gaze cold, the screen going dark. “What’s the truth, Ryder?”

  I’m quiet, my mind scrambling to come up with something, anything. More lies? That would be stupid. I need to be honest.

  For once in my fucking no-good life, I need to tell someone I care about the honest-to-God truth.

  “The night I saw you and Zachary at dinner. When I was with Pilar …” I clear my throat, wondering how I’m going to be able to see the pain cross her face when I tell her. She’s going to hate my guts.

  “Yes?” she prompts me, sounding irritated.

  “I told Pilar I wanted to seduce you. That I wanted … everything Lawrence had. His job, his promotion, and …”

  “Me.” She takes a deep, shaky breath. “You wanted to take me away from Zachary.”

  “Yeah. I decided right then that I was going to fuck you, and I was hell-bent on making it happen. You were such an easy mark.” It sounds worse than I thought. Fuck.

  “An easy mark.” Her voice is flat.

  “That’s … yeah. That’s how it started.” I run my hands through my hair and clutch the back of my head, watching as she carefully deposits her cell on the bedside table and then crawls out of my bed without a word, refusing to look at me. Beautiful and naked, her creamy skin flushed with anger. I know she’s leaving me and I deserve it. “Where are you going?” I ask dumbly.

  “I can’t stay here with you.” She flicks on the lamp and I wince against the harsh light. She’s standing there naked and beautiful and so heartbreakingly vulnerable. I see the pain in her eyes, etched across her face, and I feel like a complete asshole.

  But maybe this is better, her knowing the truth. Knowing what she’s dealing with. I’m reminded yet again that I don’t deserve her.

  I still want a chance, though.

  “It all changed for me.” I lean forward, watching as she grabs at her clothes and starts pulling them on, her back turned to me. “The more I got to know you, the more I liked you.”

  “Liked me.” She snorts, a sound I never thought I’d hear come out of Violet Fowler. “How sweet, that you liked me.”

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sp; “You’re right. I screwed up. I thought by getting close to you, it would help me advance at Fleur. I’ll admit it. Hell, it worked for Lawrence, so I assumed it could work for me, too.” I climb out of bed and go toward her as she slips on her dress, taking advantage of her not seeing me. The second she tugs the dress over her head, she turns to glare at me and takes a step back. “Instead, getting close to you made me realize how much I care for you, Violet. I can’t let you walk out of my life like this, baby.”

  “Stop with the ‘baby’ crap.” She steps around me and I grab her arm to stop her, but she shakes out of my grip. “You used me. Just like you always told me. I should’ve known better than to fall for your lies. I knew I would get hurt. I knew it.”

  “Please, Violet …” She’s slipping on her shoes and she’s going to walk right out of my life. I can’t fucking stand it.

  “Did Pilar put you up to this? Does she get a little thrill out of watching her little boyfriend fuck around with the boss’s daughter while she’s screwing the boss? What the hell is wrong with you two and your games? You two are so twisted, you deserve each other.” She stalks out of my bedroom and I chase after her, ignoring the hurt that courses through me at her words, ignoring the fact that I’m naked and chasing a woman as she tries to make her escape.

  I have never in my life done something like this. Ever. Only for Violet would I make such an ass of myself. The realization that I would do anything to protect this woman steals the very breath from me.

  She handed me her body. Her trust. Soon it would be her heart and I would break that into tiny little shards. I don’t think I could love. I have sex. I use women. I enjoy them. But love? Not a part of my personality. Not a remote possibility until I met her.

  I’m destroying her. All starting with a cruelly intentional text from Pilar.

  “Don’t leave like this.” I stop in the living room, watching as she gathers her purse. My heart pounds so hard I can feel the erratic throb in my throat, and I swallow past the fear and fury that rises within me.