Chapter 290

Chapter 290:

He’s pounding into my pussy, his cock filling me until I feel like I’m about to shatter. Every thrust sends a shockwave through my body, igniting nerves I didn’t know existed. His grip on my hips tightens, his fingertips digging into my skin, grounding me even as I feel like I’m floating away.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Layla is howling, her voice a frenzied chant in my head. “Let him break us. Fucking ruin us p>

Ryder’s grip tightens on my hips, his fingers bruising, and I love it. I love the way he holds me like he’s afraid to let go, like he’s claiming every inch of me. His lips are everywhere—my neck, my collarbone, my jaw—biting, sucking, marking.

“Mine,” he growls against my skin, his voice a possessive snarl. “You’re fucking mine p>

A tremor rolls through me, my core tightening around him. The pleasure coils tighter and tighter, a spring ready to snap.

“Yes,” I gasp, my body shaking. “Yours. Forever p>

“You take me so well,” he mutters, his voice rough with desire. His lips find the sensitive spot at the curve of my neck, his breath hot and ragged as he bites down gently. The combination of pain and pleasure makes me moan, my body arching into his as though begging for more.

His thrusts become erratic, wild. I feel him losing control, and it sends me flying. The coil snaps, and my orgasm crashes over me, violent and blinding. My body clamps down around him, waves of pleasure ripping through me as I scream his name.

Ryder’s roar follows a second later. His hips slam into me one final time, his body shuddering as he spills inside me, heat flooding my core. He collapses against me, his breath ragged, his heart pounding in time with mine.

We’re a mess of sweat, tangled limbs, and desperate gasps, but I don’t care. The world is a haze of pleasure and exhaustion, and for the first time in weeks, I feel complete. Whole.

Ryder lifts his head, his eyes softening as they meet mine. He brushes a strand of hair from my face, his touch gentle now.

𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓭:

“I love you,” he murmurs, his voice rough and sincere. “Always p>

I smile, my heart swelling. “I love you too. Forever p>

Layla purrs, her voice a satisfied sigh. “Finally. Fucking finally.” And for once, I couldn’t agree more.

Her eyes lock with mine, and it’s like a match to gasoline. Jasmine isn’t just looking at me; she’s daring me, calling me to let go of every shred of control I’ve been clinging to. The way her chest rises and falls, the faint quiver in her lips—she’s desperate, begging for me without words.

I’ve spent weeks holding back, convincing myself she’s fragile, that I need to tread carefully. But that fire in her eyes? That’s not fragility. That’s hunger. And fuck, it’s a hunger I’m going to feed until she’s drowning in it.

Her breath hitches as my hands grip her hips, my fingers digging into her soft skin. She trembles beneath me, her body alive, practically vibrating with need. I feel Ace stirring inside me, pushing forward—that darker, wilder side of me that she brings out.

“Let me out,” he growls in my mind, sharp and demanding. “She’s ready for it—for us.” Jasmine doesn’t know what she’s unleashing, but fuck, I can’t hold back any longer.

“Ryder,” she whispers, her voice breaking on my name. She sounds wrecked, ruined before I’ve even touched her properly, and it sends a jolt of heat straight to my cock.

Her hands trail down my chest, her nails dragging over my skin. It’s a challenge, a provocation, and when she breathes, “Please… stop holding back. I’m yours. Fuck me like you need me to breathe,” I’m done.