Their Weakness( Somerville Book #2)

Chapter Eight

Ryder's Pov

I didn't believe in heaven, and I didn't believe in hell. There was no God. Most of the religious aspects that were beaten into me in my early life were eventually wiped away the moment Claire died.

Nothing like seeing your dead little sister in a casket at ten that would make the existence of God seem like a fairytale for people who couldn't accept that when we died. We just rotted in the ground. Heaven was a lie to sale to the living.

However, I trusted my instincts. The emotions that took control of me. I believed in the things I was feeling in the moment.

Lust. Anger. Pain.

Emotions there weren't a stranger to me, but a new one that I haven't felt in a long time came storming in without an invitation. As soon as I came across this woman.

Lavender she said her name was. And how fitting it seemed. Pretty and delicate like the plant, but take in to much it can be poisonous.

And she was already poison. Coursing through my thoughts painfully. Yet I seemed to want more of her.

My attraction towards her seemed to consume my body's need. Instead of hooking up, like I normal would've done.  I liked that her wittiness kept me on my toes. She was fearless and that intrigued me.

Most women I have been with sure I was attracted, but nothing past the physical level. We were all in agreement that it was just sex. But the moment I kissed Lavender last week the other night. I got a taste of something that I only ever heard from my brother's who have claimed their old ladies.

I need more. It was like getting to experience a high that I couldn't wait to chase again.

That's why I invited her tonight to go to the club's homecoming party for the vice president of the club. Ash had been gone twelve years and the club has missed him. Tonight the party was for him.

Lu has been going out of her mind with the planning, and I wanted to have Lavender with me. I didn't understand the compulsion, but I also didn't seem to care.

Fuck the rules about outsiders. Tonight she was mine. I would claim her if I needed too.

It didn't take her long to jump at my request of coming to the party. She walked into her room telling me to wait in her small little living room.

I couldn't help, but tease her about how it would be faster if I helped her change.

She ignored me, but I saw that my words got to her more than she realized. Her cheeks pink, her full mouth open slighlty has she tried to take in small breathes.

Her nipples tight, and hard beneath her black tank top. The urge to say fuck the party, and take her in her bedroom where I'm sure I could help her reach more than enough orgasms with my tongue.

The thought so tantalizing, my cock hard and long beneath my pants. When she went into the room I took the chance to straighten out my boner. The action painful in the leather, but I enjoyed the slight pain as I put it in an even more compromised angle.

The feeling giving me a sharp intake of breath. But the tension leaving my body as I handled my cock.

When she return half and hour later. The sight of her, freezing me in place. She wore a tight leather skirt, with fishnet stockings that I wanted to rip from her thighs. Her virgin skin on display with a red top that showcased her tits.

I wanted her in my chair at the shop. To feel my needle scarring her perfect skin with a design of my choosing had me almost busting like a premature little boy.