I moan, shifting beneath him, and Ryland chuckles.
“You told me you wanted to come with my cock inside you. So as long as I’m still inside you, I plan on making you come as many times as I can.”
My laugh gets caught in my throat, turning into another moan of pleasure as his fingertips move faster and harder. The slickness of my arousal coats his fingers, and he doesn’t let up until he’s wrung another full-blown orgasm from me.
“Oh God,” I gasp as he finally starts to slow his movements. My entire lower half feels like it’s pulsing with the aftershocks, swollen and flushed with arousal. “Jesus.”
He drags his hand out from between us, lifting his head and watching me with hooded eyes as he brings his fingers to my mouth, offering them to me. I wrap my lips around them without hesitation, swirling my tongue over the broad pads of his fingertips. His eyes darken, and he rolls his hips against mine again. I can tell his cock has softened a little, but he doesn’t seem to have any desire to stop fucking me.
As he’s sliding his fingers slowly out of my mouth, a loud bang echoes from the front of the house.
We both freeze.
Over the sound of the music, I can hear someone yelling, the sound harsh and strained.
Fuck. What the hell is going on?
Chapter 5
Ryland slides out of me quickly, getting to his feet before reaching down to help me up.
He pulls his pants back up as he crosses to the stereo and shuts off the music, and I scramble to get my clothes back on too, cleaning myself up a little with a rag Ryland tosses me before tugging my pants up and slipping my shirt over my head.
The gun was abandoned on the floor beside us while Ryland fucked me, and he grabs the magazine and slams it back in, switching the safety off before heading toward the door. I follow close on his heels, and he doesn’t tell me to stay behind, although I notice he keeps his body angled in front of mine protectively.
Someone is still shouting from the front of the house, and just like earlier with Marcus’s parents, I can’t quite place the voice.
We move quickly and quietly down the hall, and when we emerge into the foyer, Ryland with his gun braced in both hands, I blink in shock.
It’s Dominic.
He’s standing just inside the door with Theo and Marcus both a few feet away from him, their postures angry and tense. Dominic looks about the same. His face is red, his dark hair a bit wild. His gaze flies to Ryland and the weapon in his hand, and he flinches slightly. Then his jaw tightens and he puffs up his chest.
“You can’t fucking shoot me. You lost your chance to do that weeks ago,” he spits.
“I can and I will if I have to,” Ryland shoots back, his voice low and hard. “What the fuck are you doing here, Dominic?”
“That’s what we’ve been trying to find out,” Theo says, sounding pissed. “He just barged in here and started yelling about shit. I have no idea what’s got his panties in such a goddamn bunch.”
“Like you don’t fucking know.” Dominic glares at Theo, his chest rising and falling fast. I’ve never seen him look this agitated, not even when Ryland had the barrel of a gun pressed under his chin. “You’ve had it out for me ever since Carson and I kidnapped her.”
He shoots a glance my way, and I want to wring his fucking neck. He makes it sound like the guys’ hatred of him is an overreaction, like setting fire to my apartment building and drugging me so they could abduct me was nothing.
“I know you sent that shit to Luca,” Dominic continues, his voice strained as he turns his attention to the guys again. “Who the fuck else would it be? You’re trying to sabotage me, and it’s fucking bullshit!”
“Sent what to Luca?” Marcus demands. I get the distinct impression that if Dominic doesn’t say something that makes sense soon, Marcus is going to lay him out just for being a pain in the ass.
“The adoption papers.” Dominic’s lips press into a hard line. “Someone mailed them to Luca, and now people are claiming I shouldn’t be allowed to compete in the game because I’m not a blood heir to my parents. That I should be disqualified.”
“Adoption papers?” Marcus furrows his brows. “I didn’t know you were adopted.”
“I didn’t either,” Dominic growls. “I had to hear that shit from Luca D’Addario. Because someone dug up shit that doesn’t concern them and tried to use it against me.” His hands curl into fists. “That’s fucking low, you motherfuckers.”
“It’s the first I’m hearing about it,” Theo throws in, crossing his arms. “But even if we had sent those documents to Luca, how is it any more low than kidnapping Ayla? Someone who wasn’t even part of the game? Trying to use her as bait, threatening her life? I don’t care what scale you’re measuring it on, kidnapping is worse than whatever happened to you.”
Dominic’s jaw clenches. His gaze flicks to me again, and this time I see a hint of guilt in his eyes.
“That was Carson’s idea. He said you three were getting too powerful, that as long as you were working together, no one would be able to stop you—unless we took all three of you out at once.”
“Carson’s idea, huh?” Marcus tilts his head like a predator, his gaze locked on the man in front of him. “Convenient that it was all his idea, and he’s dead now. That doesn’t get you off the fucking hook, Dom. You still went along with it. You were still complicit.”
Dominic’s nostrils flare. The wild look is still in his eyes, making him seem like a trapped animal. “Yeah. Fine. I am. Just like we all are. I’m just trying to get through this, to fucking survive. You think I’m proud of the shit I’ve done? Are you?”
He catches Marcus’s gaze as he speaks, and I have a sudden vivid memory of the photograph Carson shoved into my face when he and Dom had me tied up.
Devin Brooks.
Shadows partially obscured his dark hair and face, but it was hard to miss the bullet hole or the pool of blood surrounding his body.
I doubt Marcus is proud of that. But I know he wouldn’t take it back either. Kill or be killed. That’s what Luca and his sick fucking game have forced the players into.
“You should be happy,” I say suddenly, breaking the silence that’s fallen over the room. “If what you say is true and you get ejected from the game because you’re not a true heir or whatever, you should be glad. Yeah, maybe you won’t have a shot at the prize, but at least you’ll live.”
Dominic turns to look at me, and alongside the wildness in his eyes, I see something else even worse.
Hopelessness.
It turns my stomach a little, and I force myself not to feel any pity for this slimy asshole. He fucking abducted me, and I can never forget that.
“You think that’s how it works?” He laughs humorlessly. “You think it’s that easy? That I wouldn’t jump at the chance to get out of this shit—wash my hands of it and walk away? If I get disqualified, I’m dead. Your fucking boyfriends would probably be first in line to kill me.”
Ryland makes a low sound in his throat that sounds a hell of a lot like agreement, but Dominic doesn’t acknowledge it. His gaze is still burning into mine, his expression hard.