Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
My gasp is loud, and I almost fall to the floor. Managing to get my arm free, I run out the front door and straight to my car, pulling it open. Before I can pull away, he’s in it next to me.
“Get out.” He shakes his head, pulling on the seatbelt.
“Take me there. Show me what you created.” He knows where I’m going without even asking.
Starting the car with shaky hands, we drive in silence until I pull up out front of my small little shop.
Ryken looks at it smirks. “It’s very... Barbie.”
My smirk starts then stops when I realize why I’m here. It isn’t to play nice. It’s to sort it out. If I couldn’t end my own life, the least I can do is make sure everything I own, love, which is right here, stays safe for when I return.
“I will be coming back, won't I?”
He looks to the ground as I open the door, then up to me. “That’s the plan.”
Shaking my head, I lead him in. “Why don’t you sound convinced?”
He leans on my counter watching me. “You won’t be the same person you are now, Barbie. This life, it changes you. It changed me.”
I can see the shift in him. He’s different, yet he’s still the same.
“What will happen when I don’t love you anymore, Ryken? That’s a possibility. I would never have to deal with this if it wasn’t for you. For meeting you.”
Pain flashes in his eyes. “It would make both our lives easier if you didn’t love me. Because me loving you isn’t fucking going anywhere. Believe me, I’ve tried.”
Stepping around the counter and shutting the front door, I place my hands on his hips. Looking up at him. “Tell me you love me.”
He grips me like I’m his. And I guess, at this moment, we can believe that. No one is here to tell us differently.
“I fucking love you, Barbie.”
I nod my head because I believe it. Then I stand on my tippy toes and touch my lips to his. He doesn’t waste any time as he picks me up, knocking everything I have off the counter and spreading my legs as he steps between them. His hands are careful not to touch my wrist as his hand comes between my legs, pulling in one swift movement removing my panties.
His mouth leaves mine, I take a deep breath because he isn’t stealing them anymore.
“I love you, Barbie.”
Then he’s down, down on his hands and knees. His mouth touches me there, right on that perfect spot with his tongue. The circles, he flicks his tongue and has me bending backward, knocking whatever else was on the countertop off.
His hands grip me, keeping me in place, so when I can’t hold back a second longer my back hits the desk. I still stay in the same spot as I come. He doesn’t let me breathe, though. He’s up straight away and sliding into me.
Pulling myself up on him, our bodies slam into each other, and his hand somehow finds my hair, yet again. He has a thing with pulling it, holding it, and keeping me exactly where he needs me. It’s fucking hot and everything he needs.
A simple thought pops into my head, ‘What if he fucks her this way.’ With this much passion. Is that why she can’t walk away? It’s mostly my reason. He sucks what’s left of my soul from my body as he takes me. And I’m like that flower, you know the one, a tulip, that closes at night time and opens during the day. It’s like that, when he isn’t here, I’m closed, but when he is, I’m open and ready to give him what he needs.
Like a flower that needs water, I need Ryken.
He knows it, I know it.
We both don’t want to admit to it.
Ryken Lord is my daytime Tulip, while I’m his night-time siren.
His head falls onto my stomach, as I lay back trying to catch my breath. He’s all over me, and now my shop is an utter mess. Sitting back up, I pull him up with me, and he doesn’t make an effort to move. He just looks at me with those dark eyes that hold his own demons. Is it even possible for it to now be darker than it was when he left? He still doesn’t hide them from me. It’s still there for me to see.
“I live upstairs,” I tell him, pointing to the door that’s locked. His eyebrows raise. And I hope that the rest of the night can be like this. Us. Utterly lost in each other before there will never be an us again.
He pulls out of me then pulls my dress down as he turns me to pick me up like a bride. That thought hurts because it’s something I will never be. It doesn’t stop him, though, as we get to the steps and then up to my room. He ravishes me the only way he knows how.