Ryan’s POV

Despite knowing that he had more than enough money and power to get away with it, should he ever choose to be that kind of man.

Ryan liked to think that he was not violent at all, that he was a pretty chill guy, nothing like some rich nut jobs who got violent at the drop of a hat. People who enjoyed inflicting pain on others. He was not like that and had never been.

But now that simple belief was being tested and it was all thanks to Vivian’s worthless ex. Before their encounter at the school, Ryan had been painting a picture in his head of what the man could be like.

Based solely on some of the things that Vivian let slip, and the way that she reacted to simple things like compliments, and to Ryan liking the way that her body was without ever trying to change her. The picture that Ryan had gotten in his mind was that of a man that he did not like at all.

Now that he had finally met Bryce, even if it had only been for a few seconds, Ryan’s mental picture of the man was holding true.

Bryce was an absolute scumbag of a man who had absolutely no right to even say Vivian’s name, let alone breathe the same air as her. If given more time with the man he would have done way more damage than just gripping the man’s wrist.

He would have broken his arm and then gone about seeing if he could make him lose a few teeth.

He had been too far away to hear their conversation, but Ryan had not liked the way that Vivian was reacting to the man.

Despite trying to hide it, she had clearly been uncomfortable and scared. Even more than that, Ryan had detested the smugness on the man’s face, the way he had looked at Vivian like she was property instead of someone with a mind of her own.

Exhaling and forcing himself to uncurl his fingers when he realized how tightly he had balled his hands into fists.

Ryan tried to force all thoughts of Bryce from his mind, but it was not that easy.

***

The encounter with Vivian’s ex had left Ryan rattled even if he would not admit it out loud. Just thinking about the fact that that weasel had shared a bed with Vivian once upon a time made Ryan see red. He wanted to hunt down the little man and ruin him. To tear apart piece by piece everything that he had ever built, to leave him with nothing.

It was so very tempting to do, and Ryan knew he could. It would not even take much effort.

All he’d have to do would be to make a few phone calls, and that would be it. The other man would be done for. But as much as Ryan wanted to do that, it was not his place.

If Vivian Rose were truly his woman, then maybe Ryan would have been able to step in and tear her ex apart.

But she was not.

No matter how well they got along or how great the sex between the two of them was, at the end of the day they were just friends with benefits.

It was a casual arrangement that could end any time, which meant Ryan had no right to crush her ex like the insect that he was. Despite that though, Ryan calmed himself by imagining how pleasurable it would be to destroy the man.

***

While he could not allow himself the pleasure of destroying her ex, Ryan, at least got an even better pleasure, and that was the joy of making Vivian moan and scream in ways that he just knew that good for nothing man never could. Watching her lose herself as she rode him completely impaled on his dick, Ryan reached out and squeezed her breasts, thrusting into her at the same time that she came down on him.

The sound she made at that gave Ryan such a rush that he was instantly coming, with Vivian following right behind him and collapsing on top of him in a twitching pile of sweaty limbs. Realizing that he was still hard despite having just come. Ryan brought his hand down, his finger tracing where they were still joined, and Vivian groaned, but she did not pull off of him. Instead she began grinding herself against him. Making it very clear that she wanted another round.

With both of them having just come, this time around they moved slower, more careful with each other given how sensitive both of them still were. Her mouth finding his, the two of them continued to move together, keeping it slow and gentle until release washed over both of them again. His soft dick finally slipping out of her, and Vivian collapsing by his side. Ryan settled his head against her soft breasts, pulling her close.

"You will only be gone for the weekend right, you are coming back on Monday?" Vivian asked with a raspy voice as she ran her fingers through his hair. Nodding, Ryan enjoyed the feel of his cheek sliding against her breast.

"Be sure to head over straight to my place when you arrive. I will be in desperate need of your dick," Vivian told him in a playful tone, but there was no hiding how serious she was being.

Listening to the steady thump of her heartbeat, Ryan was suddenly seized by a crazy idea. The longer he thought about it though, the more it did not sound so crazy.

"How about you come with me? We will be visiting an island that I have recently acquired, I am turning it into a vacation spot for couples," The fingers moving through his hair stopped,

"Really?" Vivian sounded like she could not trust the fact that she’d heard him correctly.

"Of course, I would not offer if I did not mean it," Squealing Vivian hugged his head even closer to her chest and Ryan smiled wildly as she squished against her breasts. If she was this happy to be coming with him. He had no idea how she would react when she found out that he had named the place after her.