Avery's POV.
I wanted to resist but Ryan had a way of making it hard to refuse.
His eyes were his seductive charm and he knew how to use them well. I slowly moved towards him, sitting on his thighs and he shifted me closer to his groin.
I gasped when I felt his hardness underneath my thighs.
His palm raked the sides of my body, and his lips bit my n*****s through my clothes, making a shudder breath escape my lips.
“I think it's high time you had your first car s*x. I'd love to do you the honors,” his voice sounded even more arousing when I was sitting this close.
My body trembled but my crotch twitched as slick gathered down there. My brain screamed no, but my throbbing p***y wanted this.
Ryan's hand delicately slipped in between my thighs, parting my legs for him. My fingers dug into his shoulders, holding onto him for support.
His fingers grazed over my folds and I gasped, closing my eyes as heat crawled up my neck.
“Eyes on me, love. Watch me touch you,” Ryan ordered and the way I submitted to him was quite alarming.
I bit hard on my lips as I stared into his eyes, and then his fingers traced the curves of my folds, making a soft whimper escape my throat.
“f**k. You're so wet love. I want to eat you out right here while they watch us. You'd like that, right?” He asked even though he knew the answer to that.
My breath hitched as his fingers slid up and down my panties. At this point, I wasn't sure how long until I could sustain the teasing.
I shook my head, affirming his question but he pressed his hand deeper, making me moan.
“Use your words, love.” He whispered.
“Ye–yes, I'd like that.” I answered breathlessly and he slid my panties to the side.
In Ryan's arms, nothing else mattered–not that Chris and Drake were watching, or that I didn't know them, or that I was afraid of them hurting me.
All I wanted was his fingers to keep touching me.
“We're here boss!” The driver's voice boomed through the speakers and Ryan dropped me to the chair beside him.
There were no traces of the dominant man who was doing filthy things to me and the switch was surprising.
My p***y throbbed with disappointment but I brushed down the feeling. It wasn't like I was willing to do it anyway. Though, I was sure to give in if Ryan kept talking me through it.
“Princess, you're going to love this place,” Chris grinned as we stepped out of the limo.
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To the public eye, it was just celebrities hanging out.
But between the four of us, we were celebrating our union.
My men had taken me to several places to mark the day–from the beach, to an art studio, to a cinema and then some shopping after.
Even though Ryan was the only one who could touch me romantically, Chris and Drake were flirting with me with every subtle glance and accidental touches.
Their love was overwhelming, and at the same time it was scary.
They way they cared for me like I meant the world to them, the way they protected me like I was their priceless treasure.
They were so intentional about me and it made my present life feel even more surreal.
I didn't know whether to trust them because the last time I saw the good in people, I died for it.
A part of me loved that I belonged to such attractive billionaire boyfriends but another part of me was anticipating something bad happening.
I couldn't afford being hurt the second time so I decided to limit how much I interacted with them, even as I was romantically connected to them.
This time in the restroom was the only time I had to myself without my men watching me.
After turning on the flusher, I stepped out of the area and I marched my way to Ryan's room.
He'd asked me to come see him before we joined the others for dinner.
As I walked towards his room, memories from the car flushed through my mind, making my p***y throb in anticipation.
When I pushed the door open, I was welcomed with his woodsy scent and I walked in.
His room was luxurious to the letter and nothing was out of place. Not even the books on the bookshelf. His bed was neatly arranged. It was difficult to tell if he even touched anything in this room.
“Ryan, I'm here,” I muttered softly, but all I got in return was silence.
I walked further into the room, opening his bathroom that was built with glass walls but he was not there either.
My eyes darted to his walk in wardrobe but the lights in there were turned off.
Why did Ryan ask me to come here if he wasn't going to be here?
After searching everywhere I could, I noticed his laptop came on its own. That was the only sign that Ryan had been here.
He must have stepped out.
I moved closer to his study table, wanting to turn off the laptop. But as I got closer, the bluish light from the laptop morphed into a figure.
My eyes widened in terror when I recognized the face.
It was him.
The same man from my dreams.
The man who killed me in my previous life.
Dominic.
My heart stopped for a second.
So Ryan knew Dominic?