Catching Bianca: A Dark Mafia Romance (Shadows of Obsession Book 4)
Catching Bianca: Chapter 31

The atmosphere in Ryder’s apartment feels different now… charged, humming under my skin like static electricity.

It’s been there since the moment he kissed me, but it’s not the same tension that had me fuming earlier. No, this feels hotter.

He’s in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, his hair still tousled from my fingers. There’s a rawness to the way he looks at me, a smoldering intensity that sends my heart racing.

I should be mad at him still. Maybe I am, but it’s hard to hold on to that anger when his sultry glare looks like he can barely hold off from bending me over the breakfast bar.

“Are you hungry?” he asks, breaking the silence.

“Not really.”

He nods, his eyes on me like he’s waiting for something.

That does it for me. It flips the switch, giving me courage to act on my desires. My bare feet brush the cool floor as I move toward him. Ryder straightens, his brows drawing together.

“You drive me crazy,” I say, stopping before him.

His lips twitch, the faintest hint of a smirk. “I’ve noticed.”

My heart thunders in my chest, my pulse a deafening roar in my ears. He knows what I want. Why I’m here, a breath away from him, my cheeks burning, body craving his touch… but he’s not making the first move. “You’re exhausting,” I repeat.

“So you said.”

Something inside me snaps.

Maybe it’s that infuriating smirk of his that does it. Maybe it’s the way his voice wraps around me like a physical thing. Or maybe it’s the fact that, for the first time in forever, I’ve allowed myself to be vulnerable without fearing I’ll break.

I close the distance between us, grab the front of his t-shirt and pull him down. His mouth brushes mine, hot and demanding. I meet his tongue stroke for stroke, pouring every ounce of need swirling inside me into that kiss.

His hands replace my waist, gripping me tightly as he presses me against the edge of the breakfast bar. The kiss is messy, desperate, but I don’t care. I want more.

He lifts me onto the counter and steps between my legs, his hands sliding up my thighs. The warmth of his fingers curling against my bare skin, the pressure sending sparks shooting up my spine… God, he’s addictive.

My legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer when his mouth moves to my jaw, then my neck. He nips my skin, his teeth scraping enough to make me gasp, and his low chuckle sends a shiver through me.

“Not hungry, huh?” His lips brush against the sensitive spot below my ear. “Liar, liar.”

His hands slide higher, under my night dress, the heat of his palms making me arch into his touch. My breath hitches when his fingers skim the edge of my panties, teasing but not giving me what I want.

“You’re infuriating. You want me to beg?”

“You know I do, baby. Say it. Tell me what you want.”

“You,” I whisper, my cheeks flushing. “I want you.”

He pulls back enough to look at me, his dark eyes burning. “You have me.”

I shake my head, pushing him a step back. “Not what I meant…” I slide off the counter, my knees hitting the cold tiles. “I want you… in my mouth.”

“As you wish.”

His nostrils flare when I grab the elastic of his sweatpants, tugging down until his cock springs free. Shit. I forgot how big he is. Sucking him off will be a challenge.

Good job I’m always up for one.

“You said you have the worst gag reflex.” He wraps my hair around his wrist. “You can start slow, but I’m taking over at some point. I want to see tears dripping down your cheeks.” He ghosts his knuckles along my jawline. “If it’s too much, tap my leg three times, okay?”

I nod, brushing my fingers up his muscular thigh. Gripping him at the base, I inhale deeply, steeling myself for the ride. My tongue darts out, tasting the precum beading at the tip of his cock.

His taste floods my mouth, salty but pleasant. I close my lips around the head, spurred on by his guttural groan.

Ryder holds still, my hair around his wrist, the other hand holding on to the counter as I swallow him inch by inch.

“Fuck…” he rumbles, a soft shudder shaking him. “Perfect mouth, so fucking warm.”

The second the head of his swollen cock touches the back of my throat, my gag reflex sets in, making me pull back. I try a few more times, spurred on by the sound Ryder makes, and the filth spewing from his lips.

“Good girl, that’s it, a little faster.”

His fingers hold the back of my head, tangling in my hair, and I up the tempo, taking every inch I can.

“I need to be deeper, Summer.” He pinches my chin, looking down at me. “I’m taking over now, okay? Tap out if it’s too much.” He pushes my head back until it hits the cupboards. “Open wide, baby. Breath through your nose.”

I do as I’m told, my tongue darting out to lick the underside as he juts his hips forward, filling my mouth.

One, two, three… five inches. Tears wet my eyelashes as my gag reflex makes my stomach spasm.

He eases up a little, then slides back in, deeper still. More tears form, but I don’t stop him. I want him to use me.

I’m so wet knowing he’s getting off on this it’d only take a brush of my fingers over my clit for my orgasm to crest. Every sound from Ryder’s mouth makes me shudder in the best way.

“Relax your throat,” he rasps, pushing in again. “That’s it, that’s my good girl.” He pulls back and slides in, almost to the hilt. “Look at me.”

I open my eyes, tears blurring my vision, breath faltering as I look up, catching the most feral, awed look I’ve ever seen on a man. He’s enamored with the tears forming small rivers down my cheeks. Enamored with me and the sight of his thick cock filling my mouth.

He cups my face with both hands and thrusts as deep as he can go. “You’re so fucking perfect.” Pulling back, he bends down, lifting me off the floor. “As good as that feels, I’m not wasting a chance to feel your pussy clench around me when I come.”

He tucks me against his chest and carries me toward the bedroom. My arms tighten around his neck. I bury my face in his shoulder, my heart racing as anticipation builds.

He lays me on the bed, dark, hungry eyes sweeping over me. “What are you doing to me?” he whispers, falling forward.

He braces on his elbows, dipping his head to kiss me, slower this time but no less intense.

The touch of his warm hands tracing every curve, every dip, every inch of bare skin he can replace ignites my mind. My night dress gets rumpled higher and higher until it’s over my head, tossed onto the floor.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs, his lips trailing down my neck to my collarbone. “So fucking mine.”

My fingers slide under his shirt, desperate to feel him and even out the playing field. I tug the fabric, satisfied when he pulls back long enough to strip it off. The hard panes of his chest and the tattoos that mark his skin come into view. I let my hands roam, tracing the ink, the ridges of muscles, and the fire burning inside me is fueled further when he shivers under my touch.

“Bianca,” he groans, clawing my panties until he rips them off. He swipes two fingers across my pussy then pushes them inside. “You’re drenched.”

My spine arches off the bed, my hard nipples brushing his chest. “Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t. He works his fingers deeper, faster, our breaths mingling, tongues fighting for an upper hand. I gasp not even three minutes later, coming with a staccato of delirious moans. Ryder hisses as I draw long lines down his back but doesn’t stop pumping his fingers, the high lasting forever.