Iris’s POV
The heavy door of the car clicked open, and I practically threw myself inside just to get out of the open driveway.
But before I could even pull my feet in, a massive, warm hand gripped my wrist.
Ryder pulled me straight across the leather seat and into his arms.
His broad chest slammed against mine, trapping me under his weight before I could even breathe.
He reached up, his fingers tangling into my hair, and forcefully drove his mouth down onto mine.
It wasn’t a gentle greeting; it was a bruising, breathless claim that tasted of an untamed frustration.
I struggled against him, my hands pressing hard against his solid shoulders, trying to push him away.
But with the way Ryder was all muscles, I didn’t stand a chance.
He didn’t even budge an inch.
“Ryder…stop,” I gasped out against his lips, my eyes darting toward the open door.
“Close the door! Please, Ryder, just close the door!” I couldn’t risk Damian watching this.
Without a word and just him nodding to the front seat, the glass rolled up, and the SUV smoothly surged forward.
The driver moved us away from the mansion gates, navigating through the quiet neighborhood until the vehicle crawled into a narrow, completely secluded area.
By the time the car stopped, the silence inside the car grew suffocating.
His hands were heavy as he pinned me down.
With a strong grip, he took me completely by surprise.
His hand clamped down on my mouth as he entered me, all 7 inches buried in my tight pussy, raw.
Without any condom!
A high-pitched cry came from my throat, but I let it in.
It hurt.
Like a deep jab in my gut.
“Oh fuck,” he huffed and started fucking me.
He kissed my lips gently this time.
“Stop fighting me, sweetheart.”
”Okay,” I found myself saying, unsettled to feel—arousal!
— spread across my stomach as I obeyed.
The heat of his touch was overwhelming, I bit my bottom lip hard, stubbornly forcing myself to endure the intense, suffocating weight of him without making another sound.
I refused to give him the satisfaction of hearing me break.
I’m not supposed to want this!!
Why would I be wet?!
Ryder let out a low, rough chuckle against the sensitive skin of my neck, his hot breath sending a violent shiver straight down my spine.
With my hands pinned and my mouth covered by his hand, I was literally a sex doll at his mercy.
Each thrust was deep and hard; I moaned against his hand with my body trembling, pain and pleasure all blurred together.
It hurt, but even I could feel my pussy getting wetter, hungry for his cock.
What was wrong with me?!
“Still trying to play tough, sweetheart? You blocked my number, ran away from me. And now you won’t even look at me?”
I opened my eyes, staring straight into his dark gaze with pure burning anger.
“Do you enjoy tormenting and humiliating me this much?” I demanded, my voice shaking as I gripped his forearms, my chest heaving against his.
“Is this just a sick game to you, Ryder? Turning my life into a complete mess just because you can?”
My words hit him like a physical blow.
The lazy, mocking smile vanished from his face, replaced by a sudden, intense flash of frustration.
“Tormenting you?” his voice dropped to a rough rasp that vibrated right through my chest.
He didn’t argue.
Instead, my defiance seemed to provoke something inside him.
His grip on my wrists tightened, and his movements became even more aggressive, completely overwhelming what little strength I had left to fight back.
He crowded me into the deep leather cushions, devouring my mouth, my neck, my breath.
He planted a passionate kiss on my forehead before grabbing my hips and hammering harder.
I screamed out.
“It’s too deep, it’s too deep…”
”Oh yeah?
Take it, sweetheart, take it,” he said huskily, then he pushed it all in slowly, ensuring that I took every inch.
I squealed.
It hurt, but…the sensations were overwhelming.
He went back to pounding me, and I couldn’t take it anymore.
My gut was being rearranged.
“Please, please, please, it’s too much.”
Desperately trying to keep the tears back, trying to stay strong against the force of his possession, my groans were filled with intense pain.
But the absolute intensity of Ryder’s touch finally broke me.
A sharp, ragged sob tore out of my throat, and the tears finally spilled over, wetting my cheeks in the dark.
He pulled out finally, hot cum sprayed all over my tits and stomach, marking my body.
I laid there, weak and used.
He gave me a kiss and then grabbed towels for some quick clean up.
“Come here.” He got into a comfy position and gestured me over, and I complied as if under a spell.
An hour later, the black Cullinan rolled quietly back down my street, stopping a few houses away from the mansion gates.
I sat against the passenger door, my throat raw and my chest still heaving slightly as I smoothed down my crumpled hoodie.
My phone was back in my pocket, with his number unblocked.
Just the way he wanted it.
I reached for the door handle, desperate to escape the heavy tension in the car, but Ryder’s hand shot out.
His fingers wrapped firmly around my forearm, stopping me in my tracks.
“Iris,” he said.
His voice wasn’t playful anymore.
He leaned in close behind my ear, his hot breath making my skin prickle.
“I saw his face tonight when you came out.”
He paused, his fingers tightening just a fraction around my arm, anchoring me to the seat.
“If that piece of trash ever tries to lay a hand on you,” Ryder threatened, his tone dripping with a quiet, terrifying calm, “I won’t just stop him. I will personally chop off his fingers. Every single one of them. Do you understand me?”
A shiver ran straight down my spine.
He wasn’t exaggerating.
He looked and sounded like a man who would gladly burn the entire family name to the ground to keep his word.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, pulled my arm out of his grip without a word, and stepped out into the cool night air.
The heavy door clicked shut behind me, and I walked back toward the iron gates.