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He came to stand next to her, the heat of his body flowing
into her. “Allison insisted. In fact, she didn’t even ask Patrick—just called
me yesterday and said she needed my assistance since I’m the only one with all
the keys.” Heat pricked the back of Beth’s eyes as tears started to fall. “Go
on, open it.”

“I don’t know the code.” She sniffed, wiping at her tears so
she could see.

“Sure you do. Zero, zero, four, two.”

No way. “Are you kidding? The door lock code is forty-two?”

“Sure, why not? It is the meaning of life, the universe
and—”

“Everything else,” she finished. “I never took you for a
Hitchhiker’s Guide man.”

“I still have to have a few surprises, right?” He snaked a
hand around her and punched the code in. “You can thank my older brother for my
knowledge on the subject. Sam would be thrilled to know of his influence, so
let’s keep this between us. Don’t think I can handle his gloating.”

As the door swung open she realized she was holding her
breath and exhaled slowly. Most of the implements Ryan kept in the room had
been pushed against the wall, leaving the center of the large room empty.

Except for her motorcycle.

She forgot about the incident with Murdock and all the
tension she’d been holding released as she turned to face Ryan. “I don’t think
I want to know how you got this in here.”

A smile teased the corners of his mouth as he walked toward
her, shutting the door behind him and locking the robust mechanism. “Good.
Because I wasn’t going to tell you anyway.”

“Decided it was time to make good on the little scene you
talked about on moving day?” The image that formed in her mind now was one of
her draped over the curves of the motorcycle, Ryan’s ropes binding her hands
against the vinyl grips. Exactly as he’d described the moment he’d found out
she had the motorcycle in the first place.

He stepped close to her again, his hot breath drifting over
her skin. “Couldn’t let a perfectly good fantasy go to waste, could I? Besides,
you won’t get to ride her for a little bit while we’re gallivanting around the
globe. Seemed like a good place to store her. Especially because it seems so
special to you.”

His hands closed over her shoulders, his fingers massaging
her tight muscles. She groaned softly. Long hours at the station had started to
take its toll. “So your intentions are totally altruistic?”

“Oh hell no.” His light touch smoothed over her shoulders,
skimming down her arms before his fingers circled her wrists. A shiver raced up
her spine, the very last threads of the horrible memory of Murdock fading away.
“I have every intention of spreading you out and indulging my fetish.”

He turned her face toward his. His mouth slid over hers, a
rush of heat flooding her body. Hunger bit into her hard as his tongue invaded
her mouth. The velvet strokes made her tremble with need as the heat inside her
ratcheted to dangerous levels.

Pure lust and desire roared through her, a meltdown of her
core imminent if she didn’t do something to quench the fire. She tore her mouth
from his, her lips tingling where they’d broken contact. She realized
everything was tingling. From her aching nipples to her already dripping wet
pussy.

This was what she needed. What she wanted.

She decided she was done hiding because the specter of a
dead man haunted this room. He’d controlled her life once. She wouldn’t allow
him to do it again. She loved Ryan too much and simply wanted to get on with
her life.

He wanted to marry her.

She was the only one who could set her recovery into motion.
Much as she’d done once she’d made the decision to seek out Ryan and his
expertise. Now he was all hers and damn her for allowing it to go to waste by
thinking about Murdock.

“Tied to the motorcycle it is then.”

Ryan spun her around, releasing her wrists as he grasped the
hem of his shirt. He lifted the cotton slowly, revealing the broad expanse of
his chest in minute increments. Her hands itched to smooth over his wide chest
and flat stomach, tracing the line of blond hairs that arrowed down the center
of his abdomen and dipped under his waistband.

He toed off his boots, catching the heavy buckle of his belt
to unfasten the top button of his jeans. Her heart started to race with
unadulterated appreciation as he popped another button and the tip of his
magnificent cock peeked out. The barbell piercing in the crown sparked in the
light, her toes curling at the thought of sucking him into her mouth.

She had a little worshipping of her own she’d like to
indulge in.

He let out a soft laugh. “There’s that look I love so much
again.” He crooked a finger toward her and she stepped into his embrace, loving
the feel of all that naked skin. She missed enjoying the feel of his solid body
molding against her, cradling her close.

He tugged on the hem of her shirt, taking his time by
drawing it up similar to the way he had with his. His mouth captured hers again
as he tossed the shirt away and welcomed her back into the shelter of his arms.
Warm fingers dragged the straps of her bra away, discarding it as well. Her
heart skipped a beat when those fingers brushed against the collar he’d made
for her.

The kiss deepened as his hands traveled over her body,
mapping the planes and lines. She hissed against his lips when he captured one
of her nipples and pinched. His hand moved away much too soon, but her reward
was the sweet tension coiling in her belly as his fingers slid down her torso.

Ryan’s hand moved over the wet flesh between her legs,
parting her to tap a finger gently against her clit. When she arched into his
touch, he slid a finger inside her, pressing the heel of his hand hard against
her clit. She tilted her pelvis, rocking against his hand as he started to fuck
her with his finger.

She held on to his shoulders, desperate for a release to
eradicate her ability to think. When he continued the slow, maddening pace
which only drew out her pleasure, she lifted one of her legs, wrapping it
around his hip.

“In a rush?’ He drove his finger deep, stroking her.

“Yes. Please. Oh please.”

“I don’t think so.” He moved away, smoothing his fingers over
her ass as he scooped her up into his arms. She whined as he spun them both,
desperate to put an end to the achy need swamping her body. He swung his leg
over the seat of the bike, settling into the soft, leather cushion. She faced
him, her thighs straddling his as he pushed her gently back to curve over the
gas tank.

The position spread her legs, baring her pussy. His eyes
flashed as he stared between her legs. “Getting you off so quickly would be too
easy because you’d be done. I’m finished with easy, California. And I am mostly
certainly not done with you. God, the scent of your cunt is driving me crazy.”

Need knifed through her.

He leaned forward, snagging a length of rope hanging over
the handlebar. Twining his fingers with hers, he lifted her hand to his mouth,
his lips pressing hot against the scars darkening the flesh at her wrists. The
new marks were healing, but the old scars remained. Once she’d told him the
reason for the cuffs, he wouldn’t allow her to hide behind them any longer.
She’d even thrown them away so she wouldn’t be tempted to cover them again.

The knife scars were enough of a reminder about her
strength.

Not her weakness.

She’d survived and overcome. She’d found Ryan. More
importantly, they’d found each other.

He started winding the rope around her slender wrist and she
swallowed hard as her pussy throbbed. He hummed softly as he worked, a habit
that had just manifested recently. She recognized the tune even though she’d
only heard it for the first time an hour ago.

Cold metal pressed against the back of her hand as he
fastened her wrist to the gentle curve of the handlebar. He repeated the same
process with her other wrist, settling into the seat when he was finished. His
gaze traced her curves, lust darkening his eyes as he stared down at her.

“Just as gorgeous as I thought. But do you taste as good as
you look?”

He shifted back on the seat, bending so her legs straddled
his shoulders. Moist heat enveloped her clit as his mouth surrounded the nub.
She lifted against his mouth, silently urging him to keep going. His tongue
slid through her wetness, a long slow lick as his gaze met hers.

“Do you like when I eat you?”

She swallowed, realizing her throat had gone dry as she’d
watched him suck her pussy. She moaned as she nodded, wriggling against his
tongue. “Yes.” Shocks of pleasure spread through her as his teeth nipped at her
clit. “I need you, Master.”

“You have me, California. You will always have me.”

He rose slightly, tucking two fingers into her cunt. She
whimpered as she tugged on the bindings surrounding her wrists. Pressure built,
blinding her with the intensity that speared through her whenever he drove his
fingers deep inside her.

Ryan sucked on her clit again, humming against her flesh.
She shuddered, a wave of pleasure flourishing with each note. She trembled
against his hold, clenching for what seemed like forever until the orgasm
finally exploded through her with an intensity that stole her breath. She
catapulted higher when he sucked on her again, slowly stroking a small bundle
of nerves high in her vagina.

Tension and pressure clawed at her insides as she continued
to shake from his onslaught. His fingers were persistent, pushing and sliding
against her flesh. Her body was a living flame, burning with a need that only
Ryan would be able to extinguish.

“Stop. It hurts. It’s too much.”

“Ah, that means it’s just right.” His fingers were ruthless,
rubbing her inside while his tongue played over her clit. He mercilessly pushed
her further, quicker, harder until the tightness only enhanced her building
arousal.

Her head spun, her mind whirling as he moved faster and
faster. Her entire body tightened for what seemed like an eternity. She
trembled as a delicious pain slammed hard into her. The orgasm broke deep
inside, washing over her so swiftly and painfully, her scream filled the room.
She came and came, unable to stop as the wetness spread between her legs. She
bucked against Ryan’s mouth, crying out again in a harsh, guttural moan as she
fractured over and over.

As she continued to ride the high, she was dimly aware of
Ryan rising over her.

He took her mouth, his lips and face slick with her desire.
She could smell and taste the sweetness of her pussy on his tongue. His hands
skimmed possessively over her breasts and down the flat of her stomach to come
to rest gently against her pulsing clit. She mewled against his lips as a new
wave of sensation assaulted her. He swallowed each breathless pant, wrapping
his tongue around hers until she squirmed against him again.

She gasped as he pushed away and stood. She shook her head
in an effort to regain her bearings. His hands skimmed over her torso, pinching
each of her nipples in turn until her mind fuzzed again.

“I think we ruined the seat.” He dipped between her legs
before pressing his hand over her cunt again, painting her pussy lips with the
very visible signs of her arousal.

“I don’t care, just make me yours, Master. Please, please
just fuck me already.”

Ryan gave a deep, rolling laugh as he bent to capture her
mouth. “How can I ignore such a plea?” He draped her legs over his thighs
again, pushing down the waistband of his jeans. His thumb skimmed over her clit
as he shifted her hips and plunged into her pussy.

His head fell back, a satisfying groan filling the air as
his cock slipped deeper. “You feel so amazing. You are so amazing.”

As he moved, the piercing brushed against her muscles deep
inside, adding another layer of sensation onto her already oversaturated
system. The bike jerked under her as he drove hard against her.

Ryan leaned forward, reaching up to undo the knots binding
her wrists. Hands free, she wrapped her hands around his nape, molding her body
to his. He lifted her, holding her against him as he swung his leg over the
seat. The movement pressed her onto his shaft, forcing a happy sigh from her.

His eyes glowed with wicked intent as he spun them around.
All the passion and need she’d been holding back since the night of the attack
unleashed as he held her tightly against him when he thrust slowly up into her.
His hands molded to her ass as he stepped forward and laid her out on a flat
surface.

When she recognized the waffle pattern of the wire under her
back, fear clutched at her throat, cutting off her air supply. He’d placed her
on top of the cage. Suddenly, the sweat coating her skin wasn’t sexy anymore.
It felt more like a poison tainting the moment.

“Easy, California. Stay with me. Just breathe a few times,
slow and steady.” He continued to move inside her when she inhaled and exhaled
as he instructed. Even his measured strokes didn’t sway her mind from the last
moment she’d be around the cage. To the fear that had invaded her entire body
as she’d been locked inside. “You are so hot. So tight. I want to keep fucking
you, just like you want me to, but you have to stay with me.” She nodded,
biting her lip as she fought back the wave of debilitating memories threatening
to ruin their moment. “Don’t think. Don’t concentrate. Just relax and feel me
inside you. Feel that, feel how hard I am for you?”

His mouth came down on hers again, teasing her lips as he
buried himself as far as he could inside her. His hips rolled against hers,
sensation growing in a tight ball of pleasure. The memory of the last time
she’d been near the cage started to fade a little, the pain in her chest
easing.

Instead, she remembered Ryan barreling through the door to
come to her rescue. He’d saved her. In more ways than one. He’d forced her to
face memories that had darkened her doorstep for years. He cared enough to help
her through, to have her well and whole again. To be
his
wholly.