Ryan’s brows drew together slightly. “Oh? And what did the formidable Enric Carter have to say?”“He suggested Columbia, New York or the London School of Economics.” She felt the subtle tension enter his body. “He thinks I should also start going to the office now, and get some practical experience
The world had shrunk to the four walls of Elena’s bedroom. Elena was beneath him, a willing captive, her body a symphony of pleasure played by his expert hands and mouth. They had been at it for hours, a relentless cycle of tender worship and savage claiming that left them both breathless and slick
“You’re mine, butterfly. Mine to ruin, mine to love, mine to destroy if I want. Don’t ever forget that.” Her voice was a broken sob. “Never, Ryan.” “Eyes forward and on your four,” he ordered, his voice a low growl. She snapped her head back around, her heart hammering. His hands landed on her hi
“Yours,” she whispered, almost desperately. “Louder.” “Yours, Ryan.” “Good girl.” His hands roamed possessively, tracing every mark he’d left the night before, pressing into them until she whimpered. “You marked yourself as mine and then flaunted it. You knew exactly what you were doing.” Her b
The air in Elena’s bedroom crackled with a new, dangerous energy. Ryan’s sudden, impossible presence, a phantom materialized from her deepest, most secret fantasies had shattered the quiet of the night. The scent of the night air clung to him, mixing with the intoxicating aroma of his cologne and th
A faint sound broke the night from her terrace. She frowned, sitting up straight. “Did you hear that?” “Hear what?” Ryan’s voice was distracted, tense. “I thought I heard something. On the terrace.” She got up, padding cautiously towards the French doors that led to her private balcony. The cu