Chapter 89: She was going to hate him
Leaving Daisy in the living room, Ryle went upstairs again. He entered the walk-in closet and ran his fingers through the rows of files that were placed in a discreet cabinet until his fingers touched a textured file. He grabbed the file and went downstairs again but his footsteps gradually slowed down when he witnessed the view in there.
Daisy had her head placed on the arm of the couch, her legs were still hanging down with her feet on the floor but she had her eyes closed as she slept peacefully.
Ryle walked slowly till he was right in front of her. The even rise and fall of her chest told him that she was deep asleep.
"Daisy?" he called out to her once gently but the woman did not respond.
Ryle placed the file on the coffee table before he slid a hand around her neck, the other wrapping around waist as he picked her up in a princess carry. Daisy’s eyes opened briefly.
Given how alert the woman was, Ryle was expecting her to snap at him or something but surprisingly, she just looked at him briefly before closing her eyes again.
The next morning.
As the sunlight streaked inside the room through the glass walls, the woman sleeping on the king sized bed moved.
’’Ahhh... Ahh... spank me!"
A sound reverberated inside the room, hearing which Daisy opened her eyes immediately and her wary gaze scanned the place but soon her eyes were met with two little eyes that looked at her from the branch.
There was an amazing architecture where branches of a tree extended from one wall of the room. Two parrots sat on the topmost and lowermost branch of the tree. One of them had its face buried in its body while the other had its wings spread as it shouted.
"Ahhh... Ahh....’’ the parrot sounded as if it was moaning.
’’Shut up, King,’’ came a voice with an annoyed groan.
It was only then did Daisy notice another presence near her. Ryle was sitting on a single couch, right beside the bed. His head was angled towards the pillow where she had kept her head on and his face was being supported by his fist. The man had his eyes closed. His dark hair fell over his forehead messily.
He looked more handsome when he slept. The absence of his playful smirk, the lack of expressions made him seem like a peaceful man, someone who is not as chaotic as Ryle Harper is.
Daisy inched towards the upper edge of the bed where the couch was positioned. She stretched her hand towards his face, the tip of her index finger grazing on his dense eyelashes before she slowly lowered her fingers.
As her gaze fell on his lips, the memories of the last time she had felt them on hers flooded into her mind and she could not help but touch them gently in a daze.
Lost in her thoughts, she did not realize when the man opened his eyes and he was looking at her.
’’Daisy...’’ he whispered and grabbed her hand, his lips parting slightly.
Daisy was startled. She wanted to retreat but he did not give her the chance to do so.
He pressed a soft kiss on the tip of her fingers, catching her off guard and he moved up from the couch.
One of Ryle’s knees rested on the bed as he held her hand. His other hand wrapped around her waist tightly. Without any warning, the man buried his face in her neck, "Hold still, will you?" his lips pressed on her neck as his broad palm moved up her back.
Daisy’s neck arched when she felt his lips on her neck. A soft gasp escaped her mouth when his tongue darted out to lick the spot he just bit. Daisy clutched his T-shirt, not moving an inch.
His palm shifted all the way to the back of her head while he pulled the zipper of her dress with his other hand. Ryle pinned her to the bed as he kissed her neck again, his lips pressed a trail of soft warm kisses till her collarbone where he paused for a moment before taking her skin in between his teeth.
’Hiss’
Daisy’s body arched up, her dress slipping down to reveal her deep cleavage as he bit her hard.
"Things you do to me,’’ Ryle kissed her throat and chin until he was hovering above her.
With one hand, the man pulled his t-shirt off his body before he cupped her face and dove for her lips without giving her the chance to recover. Daisy’s legs parted wider and Ryle settled between them and she immediately felt a warmth pooling between her legs at the contact of his hardness against her.
Daisy could not help but look at his body. He looked muscular even in suits but without his clothes, she could see how chiselled his body was, every stroke and every arc of his body was magnificent. He was broad, and big and so... she met his passionate gaze.
So exciting.
Ryle did not break the eye contact with her and the tension in the air thickened.
Daisy opened her mouth after a long moment of silence, ’’I...’’
But before she could speak a word, Ryle kissed her passionately, ardently, without breathing as he pushed himself against her body. Through the layer of clothes between them, he could still feel himself melding inside her. He so badly wanted to crush her in the best way possible and he did so, he tugged her lips in between his teeth as he dragged them, a burning glint in his eyes as he met hers.
Ryle commanded, ’’Part your legs wider, Daisy.’’
Daisy’s breathing fastened. Her rationality was protesting in some far away place but her body had already responded to his words. Her legs parted wider as the man pressed his hips down, grinding on her.
She could feel a strange sensation spreading inside her body and her insides clenched. She bit her lips.
’’Now lift your hips up for me,’’ he whispered, leaning close to lick her bottom lips, ’’Rub yourself against me Daisy,’’ his hand slid inside her dress, lifting her dress up to her waist.
Her exposed leg shivered, a slither of goosebumps spreading through her body at every place he touched as she writhed, her body instinctively moving against him.
’’Such a good girl,’’ Ryle smirked, biting her bottom lips.
He pulled back, looking into her eyes with a fiery passion, ’’Now, kiss me.’’
Daisy glanced at him, her vision hazy as she slowly lifted her head towards him.
’’SPANK ME, master, ahh!"
The voice had them both snapping out of their reverie.
Ryle froze.
He looked at the parrot from above his shoulder before looking back at Daisy.
The woman was still lying beneath him, face flushed, her long hair dishevelled in all direction like that of an art and her lips all red and swollen from his torment. His gaze wandered off to the marks on her neck, the almost vicious looking marks that he had left on her.
With wondering eyes, he raised his hand and poked her cheek.
Daisy blinked.
Ryle poked her face again.
"_"
Again.
’’_"
Just as he was about to do it again, she spoke up, ’’Are you done?" her voice was somewhat hoarse.
And sexy.
Ryle’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, ’’Daisy?" he whispered.
’’What?"
’’Fuck,’’ the man cursed under his breath and got off her body, pulling her up in the process. He pulled the zipper of her dress up and covered her properly before he turned around and left.
Not even once did he stop to look at her.
Daisy sat there in a daze, unable to comprehend what just happened. The warmth that she was feeling a moment ago had left her body and there was some strange sort of disappointment settling on her chest. She was bewildered.
Inside the washroom, Ryle looked at his reflection in the mirror, his fist pressed on the cabinet as he took deep breathes. His gaze wandered off to his little brother that was waving in the mirror reflection.
The memories of the past few minutes replayed in his head and he realized the blunder he had committed.
A beautiful blunder but a blunder nevertheless.
He took her for a dream and forced himself on her.
Damn.
She was going to so hate him for that.
Just the thought of it sent his hard and waving little member settling down.
Ryle did not know how long he remained in the washroom, thinking of what he had done and how he could make it better.
But when he came back, he found the huge bedroom empty.
