The Billionaire's Silent Wife (Ryan and Eve) novel Chapter 9

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Ryan pulled her out of the ballroom like a storm.

Not a word. Not a glance back. Just the burning grip of his hand locked around hers as he carved. a path through murmuring guests and flashing stares. His stride was sharp, his jaw rigid, the air around him coiled so tightly that no one dared step in his way.

Down the marble steps. Past chauffeurs craning to watch. Into the night where cameras clicked in

the distance, hungry for spectacle.

The car door opened. Ryan’s hand lingered on hers for one more pulse before he released it, motioning her inside.

Eve hesitated a beat, her dress pooling like ink around her legs, then slid in without a word.

The ride began in silence. The city lights streaked past, cold and blinding against the tinted

windows. His knuckles whitened on the wheel, tendons standing out like wires pulled taut. Eve kept her eyes forward, hands folded in her lap, the only sound the whisper of silk when she shifted

slightly.

Ryan didn’t look at her. Didn’t speak. Not until the car turned sharply, veering off the main road, climbing toward a private overlook. The city sprawled beneath them, glittering like glass shards.

He braked hard and killed the engine.

Only then did he turn.

“You really couldn’t help yourself, could you?” His voice was low, cutting, simmering with fury he’d

tried and failed to contain.

Eve blinked, startled by the accusation. “What are you talking about?”

His stare was piercing, wild. “Flirting. Laughing. Letting those men touch you like it was a game.”

Her chest tightened, but she kept her voice calm. “wasn’t flirting, Ryan.”

“Are you planning to dig for gold somewhere else now?” His words sharpened, venom dripping.

“Is the money your father’s been bleeding from me not enough? Maybe he sent you to scout your

next target? Whore yourself out, the way he taught you?”

The slap came before she thought.

Her hand stung, the crack of it lingering in the silence. His head jerked slightly, his jaw tightening, but he didn’t move.

Her body trembled, voice shaking as she forced the words out. “Don’t you ever speak to me like

that again.”

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The air hung heavy, the city lights spilling through the windshield like fire.

Then chaos.

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Ryan’s hand shot out, clamping around her wrist, dragging her across the seat. His mouth crushed against hers, rough, unyielding, a collision of rage and desperation. There was no tenderness. No

patience. Just raw possession.

Eve gasped against him, her body pressed hard into his chest, her pulse racing. She should have pushed him away. Should have screamed. But she didn’t. Her lips parted beneath his, caught in the

storm of him.

The seat groaned as he shoved it back. She landed in his lap, her dress tangling between them. His hands tugged at the silk, dragging it up, bunching it around her hips with frantic urgency.

“You think I’ll let you belong to anyone else?” he growled against her mouth. His voice was rough, shredded with emotion. “You’re mine, Eve. Only mine.”

Her breath hitched, her body betraying her. She trembled beneath his touch, wanting him in a way she hated, in a way that hollowed her out. Because for once, he wasn’t ignoring her. He wasn’t

silent. He wanted her, twisted as it was.

His mouth burned a trail down her throat, teeth grazing her skin. His hands slid between her thighs, yanking her panties aside with practiced hunger. The rasp of his zipper filled the air before he freed himself and pulled her down onto him in one hard thrust.

She gasped, fingers clawing at his shoulders as the stretch burned through her.

He didn’t wait. Didn’t ask.

He moved inside her fast, deep, every thrust sharp with fury, as if each one hammered the claim into her body. The car rocked faintly, windows fogging with their breath. His grip tightened at her waist, dragging her against him again and again, his forehead pressed to her temple.

“You’ll never be free of me,” he whispered, voice breaking around the edges. “We’re bound to be miserable together, Eve. So stop pretending you can have anyone else.”

Tears stung her eyes, but she bit her lip, refusing to let them fall. She gave in to the rhythm, her body quivering with unwilling pleasure. The ache curled into heat, cresting high until her moans

broke free.

His hand fisted in her hair, tilting her head back so he could look at her, their breaths colliding. “Say

it,” he rasped. “Say you’re mine.”

Her voice caught in her throat. She couldn’t.

But her body answered, trembling around him as the climax ripped through her.

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Ryan’s growl tore the silence as he surged deeper, holding her tight against him, his release violent, consuming. His head fell back, his chest heaving as if he’d been drowning and only now surfaced.

Eve slumped against him, trembling, her cheek pressed to his shoulder. Her heart pounded wildly, not from love, not from tenderness, but from the brutal truth of being wanted only as possession.

He didn’t kiss her. He didn’t soften.

He held her there, still inside her, his hands gripping her thighs like he feared she might vanish if he

let go.

Silence swelled again, heavy and suffocating.

Her tears finally slid, hot and silent down her cheeks.

Then, slowly, Ryan’s eyes opened. He looked at her, really looked, and something flickered there. Something dangerously close to emotion.

He lifted a hand, brushed a strand of hair from her face with surprising gentleness.

And with a voice ragged and low, he whispered:

“No one else will ever touch you. You’re mine.”

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