Page 54 of Wrecked By a Devil

“She was not supposed to be there. I did what anyone would do.” The water pours over my head, dripping down my jaw. I am relieved and angry at the same time that the guy I shot was not someone who worked for us.

Riley goes on to tell me that Mia had called Cohen to ask if there was someone there to go get her headphones and that he had lent her a key. I was wondering how the hell she had gotten into the Eden. I make a mental note to talk to Cohen about giving the key to the girls without authorization. But I’ll admit I am glad he did this time.

Then she stops and looks me deep in the eyes. “You could have gotten yourself killed,” she says, her voice almost a whisper.

“Riley,” I growl, my patience abandoning my body as the distance between us disappears and I reach out, gripping the back of her wet neck, pulling her forward.

Our lips collide, desperate and hungry, fueled by whatever adrenaline we have left from last night. My tongue slides into her mouth, claiming her completely, while her hands grip at my bare waist, her fingernails digging into my skin. She groans against my mouth, matching my pace, her body slick and pressed tight against mine under the pouring water.

I break the kiss just enough to breathe. “Let’s go to your room.”

She nods, her breath hitching and we don’t even bother drying off properly before I lead her back into the quiet bedroom, shutting the door behind us. The room is cool against our damp skin.

I get rid of my damp pants before I grab Riley’s waist, pulling her body against mine, her arms wrapping around my neck as I back her up against the bed. I press her down into the sheets, my body hovering over hers, before she can even catch her breath.

“You’re driving me crazy, Riley.” My lips find hers again, this time harder, tasting the hot shower water still dripping from her lips.

Her hands claw at my shoulders, her fingers digging into my skip as she’s pulling me down, almost as if she can’t get close enough.

“Please, Zeke,” her breathing is shallow, her hand reaching down between my legs. “Please, don’t make me wait.”

“Shh,” I continue kissing her mouth, my hands exploring every inch of her toned body. When I slide between her thighs, the friction of our damp skin is loud in the quiet room. Thankfully her roommates seem to have already left.

I don’t ease into it, I’m just as desperate to be inside of her as she is. When I drive into her all at once with a heavy trust that makes her jaw drop and her pussy stretch, a loud moan escapes her throat.

“Zeke…” Her eyes wide, her fingers instantly locking into the fabric of the mattress.

“Look at me,” I growl, my pace turning brutal. My hips continue slamming against hers with a blunt force that rattles the bed underneath. Every stroke is deep, leaving her entirely breathless and begging for more.

Riley’s head rolls back into the pillow, her chest raising and falling as she desperately tries to match the sudden, relentless weight of me.

“Good girl,” She takes my dick as if she was made for me to fuck her, her legs wrapping tighter around my waist and her hips tilting up to meet every single hard shove. A low moan escapes me as I bury myself in her over and over, the heat between us turning thick and suffocating.

My attention goes to the scarf on the bedside table and I reach out for it, knowing how much it’s going to enhance everything for her, never pulling my dick out of her. I lean down, whispering. “Riley, tell me if this is too much.”

“The scarf?” She asks, her voice trembling.

“Yes,” I place another kiss on her neck.

“Okay…” She swallows hard, her hands trembling on my back.

I sit back slightly on my knees, then, as I wrap the scarf over her eyes, pulling it tight and knotting it securely at the back of her head. The second the darkness takes over her, her entire body tenses, her hands going out blindly as she’s searching the air until she finds my thighs and her fingers grip me tight for anchor.

“Zeke?” The vulnerability in her voice is more obvious than ever.

“I’m right here,” I lean down and start placing kisses along her collarbone.

When I slide back into her, I control the depth. First I push in slowly, bottoming out until she arches off the bed. Then I pull back almost completely, withholding the friction she’s begging me for.

“Please,” Riley whines, her blindfolded head tossing against the pillow. “Please, don’t stop.”

“I’m not stopping,” I give her one hard, shallow thrust, then hold still, letting her feel the agonizing stretch. “You want me to move?”

“Yes! Yes, please!”

“How do you want me to do it?”

“Fill me hard, like before,” she pants, her cheeks red, completely at my mercy.