Page 84 of Riordan's Revenge
Cassie
Faintly, the sound of movement reached me. A person was sneaking through the apartment. Hell’s goddamned bells. Riordan had sent someone to free me and told them what to expect. If they were going slow, that was through embarrassment on my behalf.
My cheeks flamed.
I closed my eyes.
Dixie, I could handle. I’d seen her naked plenty of times. Not Gen or Everly. Not while their brother’s cum dried on my skin and a sex toy between my legs. My ego wouldn’t take it.
Further noises came, but no blondie stuck her head into the room. Then something odd reached me—the scent of food. Spicy and delicious. God. My mouth watered around the stupid gag.
The bedroom door swung open. Riordan stepped inside.
I glared at him, my nostrils flared where I tried to project anger.
I didn’t feel it.
Not at all. Only sharp, poignant relief. In the short time he’d been gone, I’d convinced myself he wouldn’t talk to me again. That I’d never receive his smile or feel his touch. That our single day of beingsomethingwas done. All the while, he’d been outside.
Okay, maybe I was a little angry.
Riordan crossed the room and reached under my head. Quick fingers released my gag, and he pulled it free then ran his thumb over my lower lip.
God help me for my unwarranted burst of lust.
“Untie me.” I was proud of how my voice didn’t quake.
He loosened the knots at my wrists first, then my ankles. The moment the last was done, I leapt up and grabbed a pillow then tossed it at him. Hurt and loss rushed in and shoved aside my happier feelings.
Hopping off the bed, I reached for my bag, pulling out the contents to throw them at him as well. A ball of socks. A box of hair product.
He let me, only parrying them.
Outrage filled me.
My curl comb flew at him next, loosed with a growl, and bouncing off his chest. I reached blindly for another item, my fingers sliding over something cold and metallic. The gun I’d stolen from Arran.
Riordan lowered his gaze. “Go ahead. I know you want to.”
I raised it, my heart racing, palms sweating.
His focus slid down my naked body, lingering on my cum-soaked breasts. His lips parted. Cheeks reddened under the dark stubble he still hadn’t shaved.
This was turning him on? My body pulsed with twin need, and with an enraged growl, I threw the weapon. Riordan smacked it out of the air, and it clattered to the floorboards, spinning away harmlessly.
He launched at me. “You little wildcat.”
I shoved him away, catching a lucky break so he stumbled. “Me? You’re the one who dumped me then left me trussed up like a turkey, basted in cum.”
“Maybe I should have left you longer.”
“Maybe ye shouldn’t have come back at all.”
He rounded on me. Effortlessly, he snatched my arms behind my back and pushed me down on the mattress. Bending over my naked body, Riordan kicked my feet wider apart then rummaged at his jeans. “I see I need to fuck some more sense into you.”
Lust dazzled me, and I closed my eyes, my cheek to the cool duvet. I had no clue where his head was at, but I knew we both needed this. My nipples hardened against the bed, and Riordan ran the end of his dick up and down my soaked centre. He bucked into me, shooting fire through my veins. I grounded my backside to meet his thrust.
Abruptly, his palm slapped my arse.