Pia watched Ryder watching her. His eyes traveled up and down her body and enjoyed what he saw. It was obvious in his expression. She glanced down at his crotch and saw that he was already hard. She didn’t move to cover herself or hide anything. She let him look as long as he liked. And she liked the look of him looking.
It was wrong to let him see her like this, right there in the house. Had anyone else heard her scream? She was playing with fire now. By standing here, knowing he was seeing her and letting him, she was telling him that she wanted him. This was dangerous territory. If she didn’t want to sleep with him, this was a huge mistake. It felt like a turning point, like there was no going back.
The water drained out of the tub, making a trickling sound as it went. Now that the spider was gone, she could concentrate on him. She pulled out the band holding her hair up. It probably looked ridiculous piled on her head like she had it. Her long waves spilled down her back and caressed her shoulders. She shook it out, keeping eye contact with him the whole time.
Then she stepped out of the tub, turned her back to him, pausing to look back at him over her shoulder, and bent over to pick up her towel. She heard him make a moaning, growling sound and then felt his hands on her.
He grabbed her hips and pressed her against his stiff crotch. She dropped the towel and spun to face him. He looked at her intensely for one long beat, then they came together, lips smashed against each other.
It felt like ages since she’d kissed him or anyone. But now that she was, it felt like she never needed to do anything else in her life except kiss him. She could die right now and be okay with it.
Oh, but she wanted more. She wanted him. All of him. His hands ran all over her. He didn’t hesitate, and he didn’t stop for permission. He cupped her breasts, rubbing and pinching her nipples. He ran his fingertips over her stomach and down between her thighs. He slid them in between her wet lips and slipped a finger inside her.
She let out a cry and he pulled back his finger in a rush. She was in the air, over his shoulder. He smacked her ass as she flailed. Then she realized that she was looking at his ass. She paid him back, smacking him with all her might. He gave her a short moan before tossing her onto the bed.
“I can’t take it any longer,” he said, climbing on top of her. “I must have you.”
“My father will kill you.”
“I’ll take the chance.”
He yanked his shirt over his head, wiggled off his shoes, and out of his pants in seconds. He shoved down his boxers and hopped into place on top of her.
“I hope you like it rough,” he said. “Because I am going to give you the fucking of a lifetime.”
She gulped. She’d never done it rough before. All her other lovers had been soft and gentle. She had no idea what to expect.
He pressed her knees apart, rubbed his fingers over her clit, then lowered himself over her.
“Wait, Ryder, I—”
Before she could tell him to be careful and go slow, she felt him. His cock was huge, almost too big. He thrust inside her fully with one hard motion.
She let out a gasp. The little shock of pain that came with his entrance eased as he moved in and out of her. She’d had no time to work up to this, no time to build up and settle in. He was already pounding in her.
He was moving so fast. His cock went deeper and deeper inside her, like he was trying to rip through her from the inside. She cried out, partly in pain, but mostly in pleasure.
“Tell me you love it,” he said.
“Yes,” she said. Her cheeks felt warm and she felt silly saying anything. She wasn’t used to talking during sex. Or making any noise.
He lifted her leg high in the air and set her foot on his shoulder. He slammed his body against her. In this position, he went even deeper. But she was so wet, he slid back and forth with no effort.
She wasn’t used to this speed or hardness. Her head spun. She couldn’t stand the waves of pleasure flooding over her. She dug her fingers into his back, into her hair. She whimpered with it.
“How much do you love my cock?”
“A lot.”
“Tell me.”
She closed her eyes and gulped.
“If you can’t say it, I’m going to have to punish you.”
She looked at him, a little scared. What did he mean?
“Okay then.”
He pulled out of her and flipped her over onto her stomach like she was a rag doll. He yanked her hips up in the air and he was inside her again. He smacked her ass and she cried out. Then he reached his hand into her hair and pulled until she whimpered in pain. He tugged her hair and thrust into her harder. Her ass slapped against his hips with loud smacking noises.
“You’d better come for me,” he said.
He reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles, harder and harder until she felt it creeping in.
“Are you going to come?”
“Soon,” she said.
He thrust into her harder and rubbed her clit until she thought it would come loose. But then, when she thought it was hurting too much and she almost told him to stop, the orgasm broke over her, making her tremble and tighten around his cock.
He moaned loudly and went even faster. She came harder than she ever had before and when it ended, she collapsed to the bed, shaking.
Tears streamed down her face. The emotion was too much for her. Ryder lay beside her, and looked over at her.
“Are you crying?” he asked in horror.
She wiped her eyes and nodded.
“Why? Did I hurt you?”
“A little, but it’s not that.”
She curled into him, her head resting on his arm. She just wanted him to hold her, but he seemed distant or hesitant or both. He kept his other arm at his side.
“What, then?” he asked.
“I’ve never had it like that before. So hard and rough. I was scared, and it did hurt a little, but in a good way, you know? And I just…I never knew it could be like that. It never felt so good.”
“Wait a sec.” He pushed her shoulder back gently to look her in the eye. “You’re crying because it felt so good?”
She covered her face with her hands. “Yes.”
He laughed and kissed her shoulder. Then he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close. His sticky body was hot against hers, comforting her. He kissed along her arm and back. The feeling of his strong arm around her, his lips on her, filled her with joy.
“God, you freaked me out. I thought I hurt you or you regretted it or something.”
“No, not at all. It was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
He murmured appreciation. “You sure about that?”
“Yes.”
“I think you’re lying.”
She looked up at him and shook her head. “No, I swear.”
He shook his head slowly. “Nope. I don’t think you’ve even had the best sex of your life yet.”
He reached between her legs and stroked her. She flinched at his touch.
“Are you sore?” he asked.
She nodded. He licked his fingers before touching her again, softly and slowly. He stroked her clit, making her wet again. The new wetness flooding her soothed her insides and made her hot again.
Her back was to him and he took full advantage. He raised her leg and moved it backward, resting it over his. Now he had greater access to touch her. He slipped his finger in and out, then added a second finger.
“You drive me mad,” he said. “I’m never going to stop wanting you.”
He pressed his hard dick against her. It was like he’d never even come; he was still hard as a rock. He pinched her nipples, making her pussy tighten in anticipation. She wanted him again. But would it hurt worse? She’d never had sex more than once in a single night.
He rubbed the tip of his cock against her, making it wet and slippery. He rubbed against her clit first, sending waves of pleasure through her, then he slipped just the tip inside her.
“How does that feel?”
“Good,” she said.
He moved slowly, pushing in deeper and deeper with each thrust. But this was gentler, more like what she was used to. He slipped in and out of her, rubbing her clit the whole time, slowly and less forceful.
It felt good, but not like the first time. She wanted him to do it hard again. So what if it hurt a little? That only added to the pleasure.
She made a decision, not knowing how this would turn out. She scooted her hips away, forcing him to slide out of her.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
She wasn’t strong enough to move him, but when she pushed on his shoulder, he understood what she wanted. He lay flat on his back, and she climbed on top of him. He grinned at her.
“Even better.”
She positioned herself over top of him, feeling somewhat awkward. She’d never done this position before, and she wasn’t too sure of herself. She hovered over him, took hold of his hard dick, and slid down onto it.
This position took him deep inside her, like she wanted. She leaned down, moving her hips up and down on him, sending him deep then shallow. She moved faster. He grabbed her hips and slammed her down hard so he could go even deeper.
“You feel so good,” he said. “I want to fuck you all night.”
She leaned down and bit his ear. “Your cock feels good.”
He moaned. “Yes. Talk like that to me.”
“I love your cock.” It seemed to get easier to say things like that every time she did.
“You’re going to make me explode.” He stuck his pinky in his mouth and pulled it out with a popping sound. “I’m guessing you never tried this.”
“Tried what?”
He winked at her, then she felt his finger pressing against her ass. She flinched, surprised by his touch.
“Relax,” he said. “It’ll feel good, I swear.”
Her heart raced faster in nervousness as he pressed his finger slowly inside her ass. When it was fully in, she had to admit, the sensation was unreal. Her head spun and with his next thrust into her, she came all over him. It was almost instantaneous when he slid his finger in deeper.
She cried out as she came, and her arms gave out. He slowly pulled out his finger and wrapped her tight.
“Told you,” he said.
“Yeah,” she breathed.
He kissed her forehead. “Mind doing me a favor?”
“What?”
“Finish me off.”
She smiled. Blow jobs were one thing she had experience with and she thought she was fairly decent at. She slid down until her mouth was at his cock.
She tasted her own juices as she slid her mouth down over him. He moaned and put his hand on her head. She licked and sucked on him as she moved up and down his shaft, gripping the base of his dick in her hand.
After a few minutes, he moaned again and dug his fingers into her hair. He pulled her head back just in time for her to see him explode.
She got up and brought him a towel to wipe off. Then she climbed back into bed beside him and nestled into his arms.
She felt wired up and charged like she’d been electrified. She was never going to sleep. And, the worst part was, she still wanted him. She could feel his seed from their first time dripping out of her and she liked the feeling, the proof that he’d been there.
Somehow, it still wasn’t enough. She wanted more of him. Would she ever get enough?
She faced him and twisted her legs around him. Her hips were against his. She stretched her leg up and over so that his dick fell onto her leg. He was limp now, and sticky with her juices.
She reached down and squeezed him. He started to get stiff again in a few moments.
“Still haven’t had enough?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“Damn.” He slipped his fingers into her hair and brought her mouth to his. He kissed her as he grew harder.
He was stiff in her hands now and she continued to stroke him as he moaned at her touch. He slid a finger down and pushed inside her. She gasped and flinched back. The pain of just his finger entering her was sharp. Maybe she couldn’t have him again. It might hurt too much.
“Too sore?”
She squeezed her eyes shut. “Maybe.”
“I have an idea.”
He lay her down on her stomach and gently pushed her legs apart. He rubbed her clit for a little while gently, until she was dripping wet again. Then he rubbed the tip of his cock against her. She didn’t see what difference this position would make.
But once he was wet with her juices, he leaned down, pressing his chest to her back. He whispered in her ear, “Relax, okay?”
She nodded. She felt the pressure of the tip of his dick pressing against her ass. Her heart raced again in anxiety, but she remembered how good it felt when he put his finger in her ass.
She swallowed hard and tried to relax. He spread her ass cheeks and pushed harder. The tip of his cock slipped inside her. She gasped. The pressure felt unnatural and she didn’t like the sensation.
“No, stop,” she said.
“Give it one second.”
He pushed in slowly. It still felt strange, but once he was fully in, it felt better. He moved back, not pulling out all the way. He pushed in again and this time, a sharp delight ran through her. Her pussy quivered and the pressure against her clit made her head swim.
“How’s it now?”
“Good,” she said.
He sped up only slightly and each thrust sent shivers of pleasure through her. With only a few thrusts, she was on the cusp.
“I’m going to come,” she said.
“Damn, already?”
He squeezed in deep, and pulled back slow. His next thrust was harder and deeper. He moaned loudly and pushed in as she came.
It was such a different orgasm, she didn’t expect the sensation. It made her shake all over. She never in a million years would have thought she would be the type of girl to have anal sex, let alone enjoy it.
Ryder pulled out very slowly until he was free from her. She let out a long breath.
“Holy fuck,” she said.
He chuckled. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I had no idea.”
He kissed her cheek, then disappeared into the bathroom. She heard the water running, and he returned shortly after.
He slid into bed beside her and pulled her close to him, spooning against her. “What do you think?” he whispered. “Had enough for one night?”
She nodded. She could barely keep her eyes open now. “I don’t think I’d make it through another orgasm that intense. It might actually make me go insane.”
“Mmm.” He ran his hands along her arm. “That was so good.”
“Was it?” she asked. “I know it was good for me, but I thought you’d have more experience.”
“Maybe, but it was good for sure. You’re so damn hot. You make me hard just looking at you from across the room. I’m not sure what will happen now. Now that I know exactly how good of a fuck you really are, I may not be able to stop having you.”
“I’m okay with that.”
“We have to be careful, though. Your father will be mad at you if he finds out, but he’ll kill me.”
“I know. I won’t tell anyone. It would really suck if you were killed now. I’d like to have sex with you for a while first.”
He laughed. “Good. I’d like to have sex with you for a while, too.”
***
The morning light came in through the windows. Ryder opened his eyes and sat up. He couldn’t be caught in her room. There were too many servants and other eyes to see him and report back to Matteo. Or Matteo himself could find him there. No matter which way it went down, if Matteo saw him, he’d be dead.
He carefully untangled his legs from Pia’s. He slid his arm back from under her head and removed his arm from around her waist. He paused to make sure she hadn’t woken from his movements, then slid off the bed. He pulled on his clothing from where it’d been so carelessly tossed the night before, and he crept to the door.
What he really needed right now was his surveillance equipment. He needed to see the hallway and know who might there to see him leave her room. But there was nothing like that in here. He turned the knob slowly, pushed the door open just a crack, and looked out.
The hall looked clear from this side, but he couldn’t see the other way. He stuck his head out farther, looked the opposite way down the hall, and when he saw it, too, was clear, he dashed from her room and into his own.
There, he checked over all the cameras to who was where. He didn’t see Matteo, which was a good sign. It was early, but Matteo tended to rise early. He might already be off for the day, doing mob business. The housekeeper was scrubbing one of the bathrooms, and her assistant dusted the den, the gardener and landscaper were both outside, the stable boy was with the horses, the pool guy at the pool, and the chef didn’t come in until later. Everyone seemed to be in their proper places.
He showered and dressed, then headed downstairs to get something to eat. In the kitchen, he took out a bowl and a box of cereal. He’d down a quick breakfast before Pia would be up. Then he could sit and watch outside her room while she got ready for work.
He sat at the table with his cereal, eating slowly and thinking about the previous night. Man, had she been incredible. He’d never have thought she could be like that. But the way she moaned and thrashed about under his touch, the way she kept wanting him. He’d wanted her before, and now that he’d had her, he couldn’t get enough. Just picturing her body, remembering the feel of her, had him hard already.
He closed his eyes and tried to remember every moment. Every position, every moan, every orgasm. He was totally screwed. If he had trouble before wanting her and trying to keep his hands off her, what the hell was he going to do now? He’d never be able to stop touching her. He would have to stay on top of his game, be extra vigilant, especially in the house. No one could see or know anything about them being together. No one. They’d need to come up with a plan. Some sort of code to use to talk to each other. At least until they could be alone.
Was he going to be able to sit in her car and be so close to her and so alone? What about in her store all day? How would he follow her around, watching her work, and not take her into the back room every hour? But maybe that was the best place. In the car on the way home, at the store. There it was much easier to control who saw them. But here in her house, where her father lived and there were often hired help or mafia guys, it was too dangerous. They could never do it here again. Far too risky.
He pictured Pia’s office at her store and how he’d bend her right over the desk and take her. He adjusted his pants and looked up as Pia entered the room.
“Morning,” he said.
She rubbed her face and looked over at him, then smiled. “Morning.”
She was wearing the same t-shirt and pants he’d seen her wear to bed before. The shirt was close fitting and hugged her breasts. The pants showed off the curves of her hips and her perfect ass. Her tight and hot little ass. He clenched his hand into a fist. He wanted her right now.
She opened the refrigerator door. He watched as she bent over to pick up a container of yogurt from a lower shelf. Her ass rounded perfectly and called to him. In his pants, his already hard dick jumped at the sight.
He was on his feet a moment later. He went to her and put his arms around her. She let out a small gasp, startled at his sudden closeness and unexpected touch. But then she relaxed in his arms and murmured contently.
“You look too hot right now,” he whispered in her ear.
She chuckled. “I’m wearing a t-shirt and yoga pants.”
“And it’s the hottest outfit I’ve ever seen you wear.”
He held her close and let his hands roam over her front. The cold air from the refrigerator made her nipples hard. When he slid his hand up under her shirt, he ran his palm over them, cupping her breasts and flicking her nipples back and forth against his fingers.
She moaned and pressed her butt back, into his crotch. “Whoa.” She sounded genuinely surprised. “You’re so hard. But you’ve barely touched me.”
“That’s just what you do to me. I can’t help it.”
She let her hand fall down between them and grabbed his dick, squeezing it and rubbing it through his pants. And that was when he lost his mind.
He spun her around to face him and kissed her hard. For some reason he’d thought just kissing her would make it better. Like that would be enough to appease his desire somehow. But it made it much worse. His head grew dizzy with wanting her.
He put a palm on each of her ass cheeks. He had to be inside her. There was no way around it. This was too much. He didn’t care who saw or who might be around. He picked her up and set her on the counter.
The refrigerator door was still open, sending cold air to chill his burning skin. The cold just made the sweat breaking out all over his body feel icy and sweet. The contrast of the hot and cold made him tingle all over.
Her legs wrapped around his waist. She pulled herself closer to him. He put his mouth to hers again, his kiss hard with the strength of his desire. His hands were all over her breasts, groping her like he was a high school boy getting to feel up a girl for the first time.
She dug her fingers into the short hair at the back of his neck. Chills ran down his neck at her touch. He dug his fingers under the waistband of her pants and lifted her slightly as he yanked them down. They didn’t need to go far. Just far enough that her pussy and ass were exposed.
He stood between her thighs, rubbing her softly in slow circles. She was practically dripping with wetness. But he also knew how hard he’d fucked her last night, and how many times. She was probably still sore today and he didn’t want to hurt her. He slid a finger in slowly, watching her reaction.
Her face showed no sign of pain, but she did pull her eyebrows together and bite her lip in delight. And that face was what did it. He’d already lost his mind, now his cock took full control of his actions. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his stiffness. He pushed into her slowly, sliding easily along in her juices.
“Does it hurt?” he asked.
“A little. So do me hard.” She bit his ear lobe and he moaned.
“You sure?” Words were almost impossible now. The feel of her hot tight pussy clamping around him put any other bodily functions on hold.
She wrapped her legs tighter, pulling her hips closer to him, sending him deeper. He gripped her ass and pulled her close with each thrust. He did her rough. She said do it hard, and he wasn’t the type to argue. Not about this. He slammed into her deep, moving faster and faster with each forceful thrust.
She let out a moan that was too loud. His eyes went wide and he clamped a hand over her mouth. “Shhh,” he whispered.
And that made him even hotter, holding her mouth like that. He’d have to tie her up one of these times. Have her in handcuffs and ropes, bound and wide open just for him. Oh yes.
He had to make this fast, he reminded himself. Much as he wanted to stay there, screwing her all day, someone would come in the room eventually. He pounded her as hard as he could.
“Come for me, baby,” he said.
She still couldn’t talk under his hand, but he felt her whole body tense, and her pussy clamped down around his cock. With a few more slams into her, he shot his juices, allowed himself a full minute to stay there, inside her, holding her close, then pulled out slowly.
She slid off the counter and pulled up her pants, then tossed her hair to the side. She adjusted her pants and shirt, then went back to the refrigerator.
He was about to step forward, just to hug her, when the housekeeper walked into the kitchen. He sat back down in front of his cereal bowl and picked up his spoon, like he’d just gotten up to get something.
He nodded at the housekeeper, and she went to the sink to rinse out some washcloths.
Pia sat down across from him at the table. He had to think for a moment. Would that seem weird? No, she’d eaten breakfast with him before. And probably since they spent so much time together, people would expect them to become somewhat friendly. Not as friendly as they’d gotten two minutes ago, but whatever.
He couldn’t look at her. He was afraid that making eye contact while someone else was in the room would give something away. He ate his cereal and kept his eyes on his spoon until the housekeeper finally left the room. He let out a sigh and looked at Pia.
Her eyes were wide, but she held in a laugh. “I guess that was close,” she whispered.
“Yeah,” he whispered back. “Too close. I shouldn’t have done you right here.”
“I’m so glad you did.” She put the spoon in her mouth and pulled it out slowly, seductively. “I can feel you dripping out of me.”
His eyes darkened with desire. How was he going to function today with her so close? This was going to be one long disaster of throbbing for her and taking her wherever and whenever he could.
“Do me a favor,” he said. “Wear something loose and bulky today. You won’t get any work done if I can see any part of your figure under your clothes.”
She pulled her mouth into a half smile. Her yogurt container was empty, and she got up to dispose of it then drop her spoon in the sink. “I’m going to get ready. Think of me naked in my shower.”
He shook his head. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
She let her hand trail down his chest and bent to kiss his neck before disappearing upstairs. He went to his room and dressed, watching for her to appear in the hall outside of her room, ready for work.
When her door opened, she stepped out wearing the worst possible outfit she could have worn. A form fitting dress that barely covered her ass, and showed off plenty of cleavage. That bitch, he thought as he went hard again. She was going to make him nuts, and make him have to fuck her all day. Well, he’d warned her. If she was going to dress like that around him, then she’d just have to deal with his hard cock taking up semi-permanent residence in her pussy.
He left his room to meet her in the hallway. Then he realized he’d forgotten his gun. He shook his head in disgust as he ran back into his room and grabbed it from his nightstand. It would do no one any good if he wasn’t sharp and paying attention enough to protect her. If she was hurt, it’d hurt him, too.
When they got to the garage, she made a pleading face at him. “Do you think you could do me a little favor and drive today?”
He shrugged. “Sure.”
He took the keys from her hand, then slid into the driver’s seat. He pulled the car out and they’d barely turned out of the driveway before her hand was on his crotch.
“What are you doing?” he asked, turning off her street.
“There’s a reason I wanted you to drive.”
She unzipped his jeans and pulled free his semi-hard dick. “Uh-oh.” She stuck out her lower lip and looked up at him. “I’ll need to fix that.”
She put her mouth over him and she did fix it. Only took a few seconds of her hot mouth sucking on him and he was a rock again. He tried his best to concentrate on driving. He managed not to wreck the car and stopped when the light was red. He forced himself to keep his eyes open as she moved her mouth up and down his cock, stroking him as she went.
He gripped the steering wheel and cried out loudly when she forced him over the edge into orgasm. She wiped her mouth and kissed him on the cheek before settling back into her seat.
“Damn,” he said after he pushed his dick back into his pants. “You do that so well.”
“That was my thanks for last night.” She winked at him.
“Maybe you should thank me more often.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her. “I think I saved your life once. That deserves some serious thanks, doesn’t it?”
“Sure does,” she said. “And that’s why I wore this. So I can thank you all day long.”
He let out a long groan. He was giddy with desire and infatuation. This girl. It wasn’t even just her body anymore. Not just her tight pussy and ass that he wanted to shove inside. He was actually falling for her. Every day, she showed him how incredible she was. Every day he saw some new awesome thing about her that made her even more desirable.
How could this be happening to him? He was not the fall-in-love type. He didn’t do that. He banged chicks and then moved on. That was it. He didn’t settle down; he didn’t get into relationships. He’d never come anywhere near considering marriage or a family. Those things were totally foreign and undesirable to him.
Yet, when he pictured Pia in a white dress, pictured waking up to her every morning, and saw her with a baby in her arms, he wanted it to be his baby. He’d never thought of anyone like that and it scared him. This wasn’t just dangerous because of who her father was. This was dangerous for him.
He was a hitman. A well-paying job, sure, but not a stable or safe one. Not one for a family man or a husband. What if he ever got caught? He’d face jail time and there would be scandal. Usually other legal ramifications like the seizing of assets. That would ruin a family. If he ever wanted a life with her, he’d have to consider going straight. That alone was daunting. What in the world would he do? Armed security? Maybe.
But what was he thinking? A life with Pia? He could never have that, no matter how badly either of them wanted it. She was not in his league. She was the daughter of a rich mob boss. That meant she’d end up with a rich mob guy probably. She would never be allowed to even date him, let alone marry him.
Somehow Ryder had forgotten for a moment that even looking at her wrong could get him killed or fired. He had no chance with her long term. It could be fun for now, and God, was it fun. But there was no future with them.
A heaviness fell in his heart as they parked and entered her shop. He couldn’t bring himself to smile or feel happy. He wanted a future with her like he’d never wanted with anyone. And she was the last one he could have it with. He’d touched the woman who was the most untouchable for him. He’d played with fire, and while he hadn’t yet managed to get himself burned, he’d had to realize that he was water. And fire and water could never exist together in the same place.
All through the day, they exchanged glances. She would give him a seductive look from across the room and his dick would harden in response. He’d already jerked off once, and now it was close to lunchtime. She usually took her lunch in her office. He was already picturing sitting in her office chair and having her sit on his lap.
But at lunchtime, the store exploded with customers. Pia didn’t even have time to sit and eat. By early afternoon, his dick was throbbing from watching her and not having release. He went into the bathroom again to make it through the rest of the day.
By the time the day ended, she was exhausted. He walked outside to check their surroundings before they left the store. When he knew everything was clear, he walked back inside to get Pia. They got into the car and drove off.
He’d thought maybe she would do something on the way home. Or at least he hoped. But she was so worn out, she stared out the window and her eyes grew heavy.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah.” She sighed and looked over at him. “Sorry. It’s been a long day and I was up kinda late last night.” She winked at him. “Plus, it was a heck of a workout.” She yawned and stretched.
He smiled at her and turned into the driveway. Maybe, if he was lucky, he’d sneak into her room later and have her.
“I’m going into my room for a while,” she said, standing in the entryway. “I need a long bath and I have some paperwork to do. I didn’t get a thing done today with all those customers.”
“Okay. You know where to find me.”
He watched her walk up the stairs, then followed shortly after. He sat in his room, staring at the monitors for a long while. Eventually, he took out the newspaper and started reading, glancing over the top of the paper every few minutes to make sure all was still quiet.
His phone rang an hour later. Lorenzo, one of Matteo’s guys, was calling.
“Yo,” Ryder said.
“Got news,” Lorenzo said. “We got the guy who attacked Pia. We’re dealing with him, but we got some info from him so far. Have a new assignment for you. You’re done on guard duty. Need you to go after someone connected to all this.”
“Done on guard duty?” His heart dropped. “Who will protect Pia?”
“Well, you. You’re going after the guy responsible and you’re going to kill him.”
“If I’m hunting him, that leaves her vulnerable.” Not that he wanted anyone else near her, but she had to be kept safe.
“She’s fine, trust me. Pack your bags. Meet downstairs in fifteen.”
The call ended. Ryder stared at the wall for a long minute. He had no choice. He had to go. Not like he could say, “Sorry Matteo, I like banging your daughter too much, so I’ll just stay here with her.” He’d have to leave her. To go off and find her attacker and kill him and the guys above him. Then she’d really be safe. Maybe then he could come back for her. But it could take a long time. Weeks, months. Would she still want him after that? Was there any way he could get back here to her while he was hunting?
He’d have to just wait and see. He started packing up his things, but his soul felt heavy and dark. He didn’t want to be so far from her. Didn’t want to miss out on touching her. His cock, hard from the thought of maybe having her soon, now grew limp. It would be a long time until he was inside her again.