Ready Or Not (The Hunter’s Club #2)

Chapter 25

25

Who's a good girl? - Manic Kazzy

19 years old

I grip the edge of Riley’s porch, fingers digging into the wood, as I do a pull-up to get to her second-story apartment. I lift the rest of my body up easily. Quietly.

This is unacceptable. This is what she picked? Instead of our house, with the security system, the fence, and myself inside?

I stride up to the sliding glass door, and it pushes open easily.

Jesus . Adjusting the ski mask, I step into the dark room.

It’s late. I wanted to make sure Riley would be asleep. I checked out the floor plans before breaking in, so I know the exact layout. I turn left to head to the bedroom, but when I get there, Riley isn’t in bed.

For a second, my chest tightens. Where is she?

I stride back out to the living room, whipping my head back and forth. There. She’s on the couch, passed out. There’s an empty bottle of wine on the coffee table.

My dick hardens at the sight of her splayed on the couch, pretty lips parted. Riley has always been pretty, but now that she’s a grown woman, she’s absolutely stunning. Her breasts have filled out, and her hips are full and have perfect handles to grab.

I drop down on top of her, holding my gloved hand over her mouth.

Riley’s eyes flutter, and then they open. They widen when she sees me on top of her, and her whole body stiffens. My dick hardens further. Painfully. I never get to see her so helpless. So fragile.

Riley doesn’t buck like I expect. She just lays there, looking at me, which pisses me off. Fight, woman!

Something changes in Riley’s gaze, and she looks…distant—gone. I raise my hand off her mouth.

“Noel.” She breathes the word so quietly that I’m not sure I heard it right. Did she say no? I lean my head down, but she doesn’t say it again—and doesn’t fight me either.

Which makes me mad. Would she do this if someone other than me broke in? Just give up? For all she knows, I’m a stranger. So, yes.

I pull my hand back and slap her hard enough to wake her up. Get up, Riley. Fucking fight.

That pisses her off. An angry light fills Riley’s eyes, and she bucks up into me. She tries to throw me off by twisting her upper body, but I’m big. I’ve filled out over the past few years, and Riley isn’t small, but she isn’t a match for me.

I pin both her shoulders down. Watching her fight gives me life. I expect fear when I look down at her, but instead, her eyes are flashing. She looks feral and…excited.

What the hell? This shouldn’t excite her.

I reach down, grabbing the panties she slept in and ripping them off her.

“Fuck you.” Riley lifts a knee and kicks me in the chest. It makes a puff of air escape me, and then I laugh. I pin my body on top of hers so she can’t get another blow in, panting until I can catch my breath again. Meanwhile, Riley is clawing at my mask.

I pull up and try to flip her over, but it’s like fighting a wildcat. I can’t help when another small chuckle escapes me. But I get my hand between her legs and leverage her over.

Riley screeches. She feels so good struggling under me. I grind my hips into her.

“Get off me, fucker,” she says with a groan.

Fuck. My dick throbs, and I pause. I smack her ass. Hard. I see her cheeks bounce back and forth.

Riley just groans, pushing back into me. She likes this, and she doesn’t even know who’s fucking her. I could be anyone.

Rage flashes across my vision, and I yank my pants down. I shove inside her in one push. I want it to hurt. I want Riley to know why she has to fight.

Immediately, her tight pussy squeezes my dick, and I groan as a bolt of pleasure shoots through me. Fucking hell. I haven’t fucked Riley until now. She was just a kid before. Acted and looked like one. She always acted so much better than me. Always rejected me. And no way in hell was I going to follow her around like a puppy.

That doesn’t mean she wasn’t still mine.

But now? Now she’s grown. Now she moved out on her own, got her own job, and otherwise ignored me. Now, I get to teach her a lesson—that she never gets to ignore me.

Now she’s my wife.

Riley clenches down around me. “Fuck you!” She arches to get away, but I just press deeper. I have her now. There is no escaping me.

Pleasure fills me, and I pause to keep from coming right away. The sensation of being inside her tight, perfect pussy is too much. Too fucking much.

Riley is wet. Wet and warm and so fucking good. I pull back and slam into her. Making a burst of air come out of her. I get off on reminding her who she belongs to.

“Get off me.” She tries to claw away, and I jackhammer in and out of her. I want to say something. Want to teach her just how at risk she puts herself. Tell her that she’s mine. Mine, mine, mine.

Riley groans, her pussy clenching around me. She loves this. But she doesn't know it’s me. Both elation and anger mix, and I pound into her harder. No part of me is gentle with her. That’s not how the world will be with her. But instead of it scaring her, she just bucks into it harder.

It drives me wild. I have to actively hold myself back from coming. But when I see Riley’s hand inch down so she can play with herself, I explode. I come inside her, pumping her full of my cum as deep as I can. The last thing I want is kids, but I refused to fuck with rubbers. Not with Riley. I need her to feel me. All of me. So I got fixed, knowing the day would come when I taught her just who she belongs to.

When Riley’s pussy clenches around me, and she comes, I come to my senses and yank out of her. She’s not supposed to enjoy this. Not with a stranger. For a second, I see my hands around her neck, strangling her. Cutting off the blood until her lips turn blue.

I force myself to take a step back. I will not be impulsive. I’m not done tormenting my little pain. She hasn’t suffered enough.

I’ll make her suffer for ever ignoring me.