29. Ryan The-Damn-Son

***Emara Stone***

"Again."
His tender lips burn as they make contact with my skin and my body boils like it is on the stove. I grip his macho biceps as I feel the tension building in my tissues and moan his name, "Ryan."
While he slowly takes his time and covers every area of my neck with his sinful lips. "Again."
"Ryann!" I gasp louder than the birds chirp as I feel his thumb inside the hole of my belly button massaging it. He puts pressure on the hole while rubbing my navel with his soft feathery touch.
"Again." He grunts deeply.
"Ryaaan!" I breathlessly moaned his name. Like a pressure cooker, hot steam releases from my body as he slides the tee down from my shoulder, giving new areas for his tongue to roll on.
I take in a sharp breath as I feel his hot mouth sucking on my delicate skin and I shiver in return. A hand runs through my hair, as the kisses become harder and more urgent.
"Again." He growls.
I feel an earthquake in my panties and I mindlessly moan his name, "Ryaa-ah! Ryan." My heart runs like a hamster in a cage as his teeth graze on my collarbone, sucking, kissing, and licking it repeatedly.
The birds on the trees scream for a threesome but Ryan completely ignores them. With an authority, he clutches his hands on my hips, leaning me in against his muscular body. I could feel his hard chest, arms, and thighs pressed against mine heavily.
His fingers slowly crawl inside my tee and my skin pricks with a new sensation. They slowly graze on my ribs against my flesh as if counting them while trekking up towards the mountain.
My chest rises as I feel his thumb rubbing on the lower side of my breast. "You are so hot." His orgasmic voice collides in my head and sends electric shivers in between my shaky thighs with great force.
The devil's cruel intentions are already a success.
I surrender my control and get lost within the breathless paradise of his hypnotizing eyes. I know what we are about to do is wrong, but I want to be wrong. I want to feel wrong. *Oh so wrong!*
Suddenly the playful seduction evaporates from Ryan's eyes as his head shoots up abruptly. Indeed even his focus is somewhere behind me as if my heaving and panting body has become invisible to him.
My heart jumps to my throat in fear as I hear a loud revving sound of an engine. That’s when my brain climb down the cloud of lust and gets aware of our surrounding.
Ryan fiercely stands straight, his jaw twitches as he grits his teeth looking straight behind me. I instantly turn around and see a red color car that looks like a monster SUV.
Its thick tires are covered in mud. The car purrs hoarsely and stops ten feet away from us on the gravel sand. Though there are splatters of mud on the bonnet, the words RANGE ROVER are clearly readable.
The door opens and a platinum blond guy walks out. He is sturdy and tall, wearing a tank top and baggy jeans. His arms have more ink than skin and his eyebrows have numerous piercing that make him look a nefarious criminal.
His eyes fall on Ryan and a creepy smile spreads on his face, "Oooohhhoo! What do we have here? Ryan The-Damn-Son." He purrs teasingly.
Ryan's chest puffs up in anger, his eyes get narrowed and just as destructive as a nuke. "What a cunt like you doing here, Zydick?" He menacingly grits his name as if he hates him since centuries.
I quietly stand beside Ryan hoping to turn invisible and escape quietly.
The blond guy leans back and throws his hand pointing at his crotch as he sneers, "Just rolling money in my pants with the last match baby. Woooh!" He howls cheering for himself. "And by the way, it's Zydus."
That's when I noticed the blonde closely, he has guns and naked women tattoos all over his skin, his cheekbones and lips are ruptured as if he got beaten a few days ago. And his arms, they are thicker than my thighs and probably stronger than a kangaroo.
Suddenly my intestines twist awfully as the tattooed guy catches me staring at him. His vile eyes openly gawk my figure up and down. "Hey, I know you." He extends his pointed finger at me and says, "You are Stacey, right?"
The only person who should look like me is Ethan. *Who the hell is Stacey?*
I shake my head like it is set on a vibrator. Before I could say anything, he turns around towards the car where two more guys walk out. One of them is wearing a denim shirt and caring a black duffle bag, a heavy one.
And the other one, he appears untouchable. Tall and broad like a deadly shark swimming along in the deep ocean. *Dangerous!*
Even the birds shut their beaks looking at him.
The man has the swagger of someone I don't even want to ever lock eyes with. He is wearing a white shirt that is almost see-through from where his muscular chest and heinous eight pack abs are visible. His jaw is cut in perfect angles with a subtle five o'clock shadow and chiseled cheekbones like a Greek fucking god.
*Gnk*
Like a mystery, pitch-black color glasses cover his eyes and nobody can guess where he is looking or what he is thinking. Suddenly his lips curve up in a wolfish grin as if they met Ryan's atrocious gaze and he almost smiled. Smiled as if he knows something bad is about to happen and he is going to love it.
Whereas Ryan's knuckles turn pale as he outrageously stares at the mysterious guy. His cold furious eyes burn with an intensity as they murderously gawk back at the guy.
I have never seen him this angry, not even when Ethan punched him. It is clear by his barbaric gaze that he hates this guy and wants him dead at any cost.
The mysterious guy stops right in front of Ryan, a few inches away. My heart skips a beat as he removes his glasses and green venomous eyes appear under his thick and long eyelashes.
His jaw twitches and he grits, "Ryan."
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