Claimed By The Ruthless Mafia

Chapter 7. Can't Get Enough Of You

The rest of the meal passed in a blur of lively conversation and playful banter, filling the room with warmth. It felt like the perfect family gathering, and I couldn’t help but feel lucky to be a part of it.

After saying our goodbyes, we left the Knight family home, and by the time we were on the road, fatigue hit me hard. I had stayed up late finishing an assignment and didn’t even realize I’d fallen asleep in the car. I jolted awake when the car engine turned off, blinking away the haze of sleep. Looking out, I saw we’d already arrived. Ryder had parked in his parking spot.

"Why did you bring me here? I told you to drop me at my dorm. I have an assignment to submit on Monday," I mumbled, rubbing my eyes with the heel of my palm.

Ryder didn't respond, but I could feel the tension in the air. The muscles in his jaw were clenched, his silence speaking volumes. Without saying a word, he got out of the car and rounded to my side. He opened the passenger door and, in a swift movement, grabbed my wrist possessively, guiding me out of the car.

“Ryder, what’s going on?” I started to ask, but he didn’t answer. Instead, he took me toward the elevator, his grip firm and unyielding. Inside, he pressed the button for his floor, and as the door closed, I couldn’t look away from him. His eyes held a flicker of something dangerous, a storm brewing beneath the surface.

"Ryder, I’m not staying at your apartment again. Drop me at my dorm," I said firmly. His behavior was starting to make me feel uneasy, and he wasn’t responding to me at all.

Without any warning, Ryder grabbed my wrist and yanked me toward him. Before I could react, I was pressed against his chest. His grip was firm as his left hand wrapped around my waist, and his right hand grabbed the back of my neck. In one swift motion, his lips crashed onto mine.

I froze for a second, caught off guard by the intensity of the kiss. His lips moved against mine with a desperate urgency, as if he hadn’t been able to breathe properly for months. The passion was overwhelming, his kiss deep and rough, sending a shockwave of warmth through me. My body tensed, unsure of how to respond, but I couldn’t pull away.

The sound of the elevator bell brought me back to reality, and I barely registered the doors opening before Ryder scooped me up in his arms. I gasped in surprise, but before I could say anything, he carried me down the hallway and into his bedroom.

He gently set me on the bed, and before I could fully grasp what was happening, he started tugging at my dress. My heart raced in my chest, a whirlwind of emotions and confusion swirling through me.

No, this shouldn’t be happening. I couldn’t make that mistake again.

“Ryder, stop,” I said, grabbing his hand to halt his movements. My voice was shaky, my resolve barely holding. “We… we shouldn’t do this. It’s… it’s wrong,” I whispered, the guilt weighing heavily on my words.

His eyes darkened, something primal flashing across them as he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. His strength pushed me back against the mattress, and the sheer intensity of his gaze made my breath hitch.

“But it didn’t feel wrong when you were begging me in my bed, screaming my name while I was pleasuring you last time,” he husked, his voice low and dripping with desire. His heavy breathing and hooded eyes were filled with unrestrained lust. “It didn’t feel wrong when I was deep inside you, and you gave me your virginity,” he added shamelessly, the words slicing through my resolve and making my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

“Stop. Don’t say that,” I cried, turning my face away, dying from humiliation. This Ryder was different—unrecognizable. The Ryder I knew was sweet and thoughtful, not this bold, dirty-talking man who seemed to have no filter.

But despite my shame, I couldn’t deny the effect he had on me. His bad-boy demeanor, his unapologetic boldness—it was confusing, infuriating, and yet, undeniably intoxicating. My mind screamed no, but my traitorous body warmed under his touch, drawn to this side of him I’d never seen before.

"Why don’t you admit it, little one, that I make you wet when I talk dirty," he whispered in my ear, his lips brushing the soft skin behind it, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Do you want me to prove it to you?" he added when I remained silent, his voice a husky challenge.

Before I could respond, he pushed my panties aside, his finger finding my wet entrance. All the air left my lungs as he plunged his thick finger inside me.

"Ah!" I gasped, the sound spilling from my lips involuntarily.

"f**k, you’re so wet for me, doll," he growled against my neck, his lips pressing hot kisses along my skin. His hand suddenly gripped my chin roughly, turning my head to face him.

He slammed his lips against mine with an intensity and hunger that had multiplied tenfold, consuming me completely.