Chapter 6

I followed Ryan upstairs.

There were two bedrooms and one bathroom on the second floor.

Edward was staying in the main bedroom, and the other was clearly reserved for Ryan.

Ryan pushed open the door, pulled me inside, and locked it behind us.

The room wasn't very big, and the bed took up most of the space.

The curtains weren't fully drawn, and moonlight seeped through the gap.

A cool, white streak of light was cast on the floor.

No sooner had he locked the door than I was pinned against it.

Ryan braced his hand beside my ear, pressed his body against mine, and his scorching breath hit my face.

A golden glow flared fully in his eyes.

"You're so wet down there," He whispered, his fingers lifting my skirt and reaching straight into my soaked panties. "What came inside you—it still hasn't all washed out."

His fingertips were coated with that warm, sticky liquid.

He pulled his fingers out and spread them before my eyes.

Long, silvery threads stretched out in the moonlight.

I turned my face away, feeling so ashamed that I could barely stand.

He turned me around and made me brace my hands against the door.

He hiked up my skirt to my waist and yanked down my panties to my knees.

That scorching, hard object pressed against me again—harder and hotter than it had in the car.

"You don't have to hold back this time," he growled, sounding strained. "Scream. He won't hear you."

I shook my head, still holding back.

He thrust himself inside me without hesitation.

No foreplay, no tenderness.

The moment he was all the way in, I couldn't help but let out a stifled moan.

The parts of him inside me stirred up again, producing clear, lewd sloshing sounds.

He began thrusting with deep, forceful movements, hitting the deepest part of me with every stroke as if he wanted to embed himself completely inside my body.

The bed was shaking.

I bit down hard on my lower lip, trapping every sound in my throat.

The pleasure was too intense, mixed with the stinging pain of the teeth marks on the back of my neck.

Ryan's hand reached around from the front and found that swollen, aching little nub with precision.

He kneaded it hard.

"You're clenching so tight. Do you like being fucked by me like this, or do you like being fucked by his son?" He whispered into my ear, his tone cruel. "Say it, Sofia."

I shook my head, and tears fell.

Suddenly, he picked up the pace.

Every thrust was brutal and precise, and the sound of his scrotum slapping against my buttocks echoed clearly through the silent room.

I could feel him getting closer to the edge.

That thing inside me swelled to its limit, throbbing fast and hard.

His golden eyes shone terrifyingly in the darkness, his canines fully bared.

"I'm close, Sophia..." he gasped, his teeth pressing against the old mark on the back of my neck. "I'm going to come deeper this time. You'll still feel it tomorrow."

I was on the verge of breaking down.

The orgasm hit me suddenly and fiercely.

My whole body shook violently, and my insides contracted wildly.

Ryan growled lowly and thrust hard into the deepest part of me.

The scalding fluid gushed in again, as if trying to fill me.

He came for a long time.

After he finished, he turned me around so that I was facing him.

Moonlight fell on half of his face, and his golden eyes slowly darkened again.

The corners of his mouth curved into a smile.

"He's going back to the city tomorrow," Ryan said, wiping a tear from the corner of my eye with his thumb. "He'll leave the two of us behind. When that time comes, I'll make you beg me to stop."

I leaned against the door; my legs were weak.

The bite mark on the back of my neck felt faintly warm in the moonlight.

Edward's footsteps could faintly be heard from outside.

Raine leaned down and brushed his lips against mine ever so gently.

"Goodnight," he said, his voice returning to its usual cold detachment. "Stepmom."