THE BILLIONAIRE STILL WANTS HER!
Chapter 53: Don’t ever...

Before Riley could react, he crashed his lips against hers, stealing the breath from her lungs.

The kiss was urgent, wild—sending a shockwave through her body. Then, just as suddenly, his hunger deepened.

His lips moved with reckless abandon, devouring her.

A soft moan escaped Riley as she instinctively reached for his hair, craving more of him.

But before she could touch him, Tryson seized her wrist, spinning her around in one swift motion.

Her front met the cool surface of the wall, and in the next heartbeat, he was there—pressing against her, his lips trailing fire along her skin.

Each kiss was searing, each touch igniting something untamed within her.

Riley gasped, her moans breaking free—sharp, unexpected, and utterly helpless against the force of him.

With no time to waste, Tryson’s lips trailed down her skin, leaving a burning path of kisses along her neck, inching lower until they met her shoulder line.

Each press of his mouth left behind a mark—his own signature branding her flesh with dark, possessive hickeys.

Riley gasped, her moans trembling in the air, a desperate response to the wicked intensity of his touch.

Her hands were still trapped in his grasp, powerless against the heat unraveling between them.

She barely noticed the moment he unhooked her bra with effortless precision—until she felt the soft lace tighten around her wrists.

A breath hitched in her throat as realization struck. Tryson had bound her hands with her own lingerie, leaving her completely at his mercy.

Riley’s moans spilled freely, raw and unrestrained, as Tryson’s lips crashed against her skin, each kiss heavier, more demanding than the last.

Her breath hitched when she felt his hand slide forward, his touch skimming over her front as she pressed against the wall.

A shiver ran through her as his fingers found her breast, molding it in his palm with slow, deliberate movements.

He kneaded, teased, his grip both firm and agonizingly gentle, sending a deep ache pooling inside her. Her body arched instinctively, surrendering to the pleasure he ignited so effortlessly.

"Tryson," she gasped, her voice trembling with need as his touch continued its torment

She growled, consumed by the heat of his touch, completely undone by the dangerous pull of his presence.

She knew—without a doubt—Tryson would never refuse what she was offering.

And as if reading her very thoughts, he moved closer, his body pressing against hers, his thigh grazing her own with agonizing slowness.

Then she felt it—the unmistakable weight of his hardness pressing between her thighs, igniting a wildfire inside her.

A sharp, breathless scream tore from her lips, pure ecstasy shattering through her as he pushed closer, deeper into her space.

"Tryson," Riley whimpered, her voice breaking with need, drenched in desperation.

Lust crashed over her like a tidal wave, leaving her helpless beneath the sheer intensity of his touch. She was at his mercy, condemned by the force of his dominance.

"Cry louder, Riley. Cry for me," Tryson commanded, his voice a rough growl against her ear, his tone dark, demanding.

She was completely lost in his movements, her breath hitching the moment Tryson’s hand slid up her waist, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns along her skin.

A shudder ran through her as his touch lingered over her hips, sending sparks of anticipation coursing through her veins.

Then, without warning, his fingers found the delicate side strap of her panties.

A gasp caught in her throat, her pulse racing as she realized what he was about to do. Before she could brace herself, he pulled—hard.

The thin rope-like strap snapped under the force, the sharp sting blooming against her skin, leaving behind faint, reddened marks—evidence of his claim.

A soft, shaky moan escaped her lips, her body trembling under the intoxicating mix of pleasure and the ruthless edge of his touch.

"You could have done better—you could have been a good girl, kept your mouth shut, and done what was right. But you didn’t," Tryson’s voice was low, edged with irritation, his frustration palpable in every syllable.

Before Riley could respond, he moved in, closing the distance between them.

She barely had time to catch her breath before she felt it—his hardness pressing firmly against the curve of her bare buttocks.

A sharp gasp escaped her lips, quickly melting into a moan as the heat of his presence consumed her.

"You’ll just have to suffer the consequences of the chaos you’ve created," he murmured, his voice dark, almost taunting.

Then, she heard it—the unmistakable sound of a zipper being undone.

Anticipation coiled inside her, but before she could fully process what was happening, Tryson did something unexpected.

A flash of silver caught her eye, and her breath stalled as he held a sleek sex toy right in front of her.

Shock and excitement clashed inside her, her body tense with the realization of what was coming next.

"I knew you were going to try this," Tryson murmured, his voice dripping with amusement and authority. "One way or another, you have to learn. Keep dreaming, Riley—your tricks won’t work this time."

Before she could process his words, the low hum of the vibrator filled the air.

A second later, pleasure jolted through her as the toy pressed against her entrance. Still lost in the haze of her desire, she barely had time to react before Tryson plunged it inside her with ease.

A deep, helpless groan tore from Riley’s lips as the relentless vibrations surged through her, quenching yet stoking the fire burning inside her.

The sensation was overwhelming, her body trembling under the intoxicating torment.

Tryson wasn’t done with her. He pulled her even closer to the wall, his grip firm, trapping her in place so she had no chance of removing the toy.

"Take it," he ordered, his voice a rough whisper against her ear.

Riley cried out, her moans tangled in pleasure and desperation as the toy worked mercilessly inside her, unraveling her piece by piece.

A smirk played on Tryson’s lips as he took in Riley’s wrecked state.

She was completely undone—her body trembling, breath uneven, and eyes glazed over with the aftermath of her overwhelming release.

And then, as if her body could no longer fight against the pleasure consuming her, she cried out, surrendering fully to her orgasm.

Tryson watched her with quiet satisfaction before finally turning away.

He strode toward the bed, retrieving his belt, his movements unhurried, deliberate.

Before leaving, he reached down and effortlessly untied the knot around Riley’s wrists.

Her body slumped slightly, still quivering, her lips parted as if she wanted to say something—but no words came.

She was still lost in the moment, still trembling with the toy buried deep inside her. Tryson met her gaze, dark amusement flickering in his eyes as he watched the disbelief written all over her face.

"I really don’t care what you think," he said, his tone low and unwavering. "But be warned—the next time you try something reckless, trust me, I won’t be this easy on you."

His voice carried a dangerous edge, a promise wrapped in warning.

Without another word, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving Riley in her devastated state.

As he made his way down the hall, his mind sharpened with suspicion.

He couldn’t shake the certainty that Riley had teamed up with that man—all to ensure that Angel was taken away from him.

And that? That was something he would never let happen.