Arianna’s POVThe moment my lips crashed against his, it was like a dam breaking. Every ounce of tension, every hot glance, every unsaid word that had built up between us over the past few weeks poured into that kiss. I wasn’t sure who was hungrier—me or him—but the second he responded, I lost all sense of control.Ryker’s hands slid to my waist, gripping me with a force that sent a shiver down my spine. My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging slightly as I pressed my body against his, desperate for more. He groaned into my mouth, deep and guttural, and the sound sent heat rushing straight between my legs.His tongue brushed against mine, slow and teasing at first, but then it became a battle for dominance—one he clearly intended to win and I had no restrictions. His hands roamed my body, one moving up my spine while the other gripped my hip, pressing me impossibly closer. My thin shirt was the only barrier between us, but I felt everything—his warmth, the hardness of his muscles, the
Ryker’s POVSitting through breakfast was nothing short of hell.Arianna was right in front of me, her lips slightly swollen from our kiss, her hair still a little messy from where I’d tangled my fingers in it. She kept her eyes fixed on her bowl of cereal like it was the most interesting thing on earth, but every time she shifted, I caught the subtle rise and fall of her chest, the way her breath hitched slightly, the way she still looked flushed from our heated makeout session.And I was suffering.My cock was still rock hard, straining uncomfortably against my jeans, and no matter how many times I shifted in my seat, there was no relief. Every little movement she made—tucking her hair behind her ear, licking a drop of milk from her lips, even the damn way she sighed—sent a fresh wave of heat straight to my groin and made my cock throb painfully. I clenched my fists under the table, focusing on the pain of my nails digging into my palms. Anything to keep myself from doing what I re
Arianna’s POVI took a slow, deep breath. Then another.It was just an evening out. Nothing more.Not a date.Not anything that should have had my heart racing like I was about to do something that would change my life forever.I had spent more time getting ready than I wanted to admit, but that was only because I hadn’t known where we were going. That was all. I had to find the right outfit—not too dressed up, not too casual. Nothing about this was special.At least, that was what I had told myself.Yet, here I was, standing in front of my door, trying to convince myself that Ryker didn’t matter enough to affect me. That what had happened earlier wasn’t still lingering in my mind, and setting every nerve ending of my body on fire.That I wasn’t still aching for his touch.I exhaled sharply and yanked the door open.And my world stopped.Ryker stood there, inches away, hand still on the door handle. His eyes met mine, and something passed between us. Then, his gaze dropped.He dragge
Arianna’s POVThe building before me was magnificent. Not in a flashy, gaudy way, but in the kind of way that made you stop and stare. It was like something out of a dream—too perfect, too carefully placed within its surroundings to be real and it was right by the sea!I had spent an unhealthy amount of time researching this island, scrolling through every image, every review, memorizing every hidden gem. And yet, this place—this breathtaking place—had somehow escaped me.“How have I never heard of this before?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Beside me, Ryker smirked, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Because it’s meant to stay hidden.”I turned to him, brows furrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”He exhaled, tilting his head slightly toward the building. “The architecture was designed to fit the natural surroundings and not to be disturbed by tourists. The owner wanted exclusivity—no advertisements, no online reservations, no public records. Only those with connecti
Ryker’s POVA sucker.That’s what I was.There was no other way to explain why I gave in so easily, why I found myself saying “yes” before she even asked. She had barely even looked at me, just that small, barely-there gleam of anticipation in her eyes, and suddenly, I was agreeing to whatever she wanted.Heck, if she asked for my heart on a gold platter then, I would have handed it right to her.I watched as she practically bounced in her seat, her cheeks barely containing her excitement, and I almost laughed. She was still such a child in some ways, so easily thrilled by the little things. It was… refreshing to see. She was so innocent. And yet, the darker part of me—the part that was never really at rest—enjoyed something else entirely. It liked the thought of her beneath me, eyes hazy and lips parted as I dragged every last bit of that innocence away.The thought alone had my body tightening in response.Fuck.I exhaled sharply, shifting in my seat as the ache in my groin settled
Arianna’s POVFor a moment, my heart stuttered in my chest.It took me a second to realize why—our hands were still linked. I felt the warmth of his calloused palm against mine, his fingers curling around my own, and my fingers easily fitting into his larger ones, like it was the most natural thing in the world. But it wasn’t natural. Not for us.I had no idea how long we had been holding hands, but the second I noticed it, my entire body went stiff. A nervous panic flared up inside me, and I instinctively tried to pull away.Before I could fully withdraw, though, Ryker’s grip tightened. Not enough to hurt, just firm enough to keep my hand in his.My breath hitched.He didn’t say anything. He just kept walking, like it wasn’t a big deal. Like he wasn’t fully aware of how fast my heart was pounding.I should’ve fought harder to let go. But for some reason, I didn’t.Instead, I looked up at him, trying to find some kind of reaction in his face. His expression was unreadable—calm, steady
Arianna’s POVBy the time I was down to my last bite of chocolate ice cream, my stomach was warm, my legs bounced giddily, my cheeks still slightly sore from laughing too much. The game of making up stories about strangers had lasted longer than I expected, mostly because Ryker kept coming up with the most absurdly logical explanations for everything.Like the old couple sharing a banana split? He was adamant they were long-lost siblings who had only reunited last year and now met up every Friday to make up for lost time.“I still can’t believe you don’t see the romance in that,” I muttered, licking the last bit of ice cream off my spoon.“They’re eating dessert, not writing a love poem,” he said dryly.I huffed, placing my spoon down. “You have no imagination.”“And yet, I just beat you at your own game,” he countered smoothly.I narrowed my eyes at him, but before I could retort, he suddenly reached forward, his hand brushing against my face.I froze.His thumb swiped over the tip o
Arianna’s POVThe second I pulled Ryker into the crowd of dancers, I felt his entire body go rigid.The firelight flickered over his face, and I watched as the muscle in his jaw tightened.I barely had time to react before a couple spun past us, nearly knocking me into him.“Okay, first rule of dancing,” I said, gripping his wrist before he could make a break for it. “You actually have to move.”Ryker’s jaw ticked. “I am moving.”I glanced down. His feet were planted firmly on the ground, not an inch of him shifting as the music pulsed around us.“Ryker, blinking doesn’t count.”He exhaled through his nose, his grip tightening around my waist like he thought I’d let him escape if he just squeezed hard enough.I grinned. “You’re really struggling with this, huh?”“Shut up.”I laughed, swaying lightly to the beat as people twirled and clapped around us. The rhythm was fast, playful, full of energy, but Ryker looked like he was standing in the middle of a war zone.“Come on,” I coaxed, t
Arianna’s POVWhen I woke up that morning, I couldn’t possibly have imagined my day like this, but it had done a complete 360 from that awkward breakfast.I whined again, the sound raw and helpless as it clawed up my throat.That was all it took.Ryker’s hand finally stopped stroking his member and my heart beat loudly in my chest.Then slowly and with his eyes gazing into my very soul, he removed his hand from his cock and reached forward, not to grab my hair, not to tug me closer, not even to shove his cock into my mouth like I was desperate for, but to curl his fingers beneath my chin again, tilting my head up until I had no choice but to meet his eyes.He looked unholy.His eyes were burning. His swollen lips were parted. His jaw tight like he was fighting something, restraint, maybe. Or control. Or the last shred of mercy he had left.I knew I didn’t look any better. Kneeling there with tears rolling down my cheeks and saliva down my chin with my hair disheveled from all of his t
AriannaStrip.The words echoed around the room and even louder in my ears, but somehow, they didn’t make sense to me. I blinked at him, sure I’d misheard. My brain tried to rationalize it, to offer a saner alternative. Surely he didn’t mean here. Surely not now…“W-What?” I asked, my voice small. “Here?”Ryker didn’t blink.The cold look in his eyes didn’t waver, neither did it soften. In fact, it sharpened, and the room around us suddenly felt colder. My skin prickled. The sound of rain beginning to tap against the window sent a chill down my spine.“Now?” I asked again, even more stupidly.Still, he didn’t speak.He just looked at me with that terrifying calmness, as though I hadn’t just questioned him. Like he was giving me one last chance to comprehend. One last chance to obey without resistance.Then he repeated himself, so calmly it made my stomach twist.“Strip.”I stood frozen. “Ryker… this is your art room.” My voice cracked with disbelief. “There’s paint everywhere, there’s
Arianna’s POVThe second Maya’s footsteps disappeared down the hallway, Ryker lunged for the door. Not calmly. Not silently. No, he slammed into it with enough force to make the walls tremble. I stood frozen, my arms wrapped around myself, watching him from where I stood. Maybe, just maybe, it would’ve opened if it had been a normal door. A simple slab of wood with a rusty knob. But it wasn’t.It was solid steel beneath the painted surface, reinforced with an electromagnetic lock. I remembered thinking back then that it looked excessive. Paranoid, even. But now… I understood. Ryker didn’t trust anyone. And now, it had turned into his own cage.“Fuck,” he growled, slamming his palm against the steel but it barely made a sound. “Fucking hell, Maya!”He tugged at the handle, shoved his shoulder against it, then stepped back and kicked it. Hard. His veins bulged and pulsed in his temple, his chest rising and falling as he threw himself at it again like a beast caged too long. The muscle
Ryker’s POVI needed out.The air in the house felt suffocating again, too warm, too full of things I couldn’t name. Too full of her. I could still smell her, still see the way she’d frozen when I sat beside her at the table this morning. Still feel the electricity that buzzed between us when our arms brushed. And still taste the regret I couldn’t shake when I walked away like none of it mattered. Like she didn’t matter.But she did.That was the problem.I slammed the door to my art room shut behind me and locked it before I leaned my weight into the heavy wood and let out a long, heavy breath that I hoped would dispel all of the tension building up inside of me. My shoulders sagged. My breath came out in a slow, rough sigh.Silence.That was what I needed.Silence, and maybe the quiet drag of a paintbrush across canvas.I turned, my eyes landing on the half-finished piece that had haunted me for weeks now. It stood tall where I left it seated on the easel like it was waiting for me.
Arianna’s POVThe morning light poured in through the wide kitchen windows like melted gold, warming the tiled floor and my heart and I could tell it was going to be a good day. Not.But for once, I wasn’t angry to be awake.It was…peaceful.Which, considering the usual chaotic storm that seemed to follow me ever since the last few weeks, felt like a miracle in itself.I was alone at the long dining table, the only sound in the room being the occasional clink of my fork against the plate. I took my time eating, savoring every bite, and not just because the food was the best I’d had in a while.The eggs were fluffy, cooked with what tasted like garlic and herbs. The toast was buttery and crisp, and there was a small dish of some kind of strawberry preserve that was so sweet and tart it made my eyes roll back in the best way.I didn’t need to ask who made it. I could practically taste the care in every bite.Maya.Of course.I let out a soft sigh and sank deeper into my chair, picking a
Arianna’s POVMy heart was pounding like crazy.For a second, all I could do was just lay there, trying to remember how to breathe.I was sprawled across Ryker’s chest, my hands gripping the fabric of his sweatshirt like it was the only thing keeping me from completely losing it. His scent, the same one that made my mouth water, wrapped around me in a way that made my head spin.It was too much. He was too close, and my heart was beating way too fast I knew he could feel it on his chest.I squeezed my eyes shut, willing my racing heart to calm the hell down, but it was useless. His arms were around me, his body was under mine, and it felt like no time had passed at all. Like nothing had changed. Like we were still… whatever it was we used to be.Slowly—so slowly—I opened my eyes.And there he was.Ryker.His face inches from mine.God, he was sinfully beautiful.All sharp jawlines, furrowed brows, and those deep, stormy eyes that had ruined me more times than I cared to admit. His dar
Ryker’s POVIt was getting harder to breathe lately.Not because of the workouts or the endless hours at the office, but because of her.Every damn day, it was the same. I’d wake up, go through the motions, drag myself to work where I barely got anything done, then come back here—where she was.So close.Yet so damn far.Arianna.I could feel her presence before I even opened the door most days. Her scent would hit me first, always soft and delicate and a little sweeter when she was nervous, and it would gut me every single time.My wolf wasn’t any help either. He made it worse, clawing and pacing and howling inside of me like an animal trapped in a cage. Every second we spent not touching her, not holding her, he punished me for it.But what was I supposed to do?Every time I looked into her eyes now, all I saw was that night.The way she stared at me like I had broken and betrayed her.She didn’t only call me a monster, but she saw me as one too. And that… that hurt more than anyth
Arianna’s POVEvery day after that felt the same. It was like we had fallen into a routine. Me trying to catch Ryker’s eyes, and Ryker pretending I didn’t exist.That was the absolute worst because it hurt way more than anything else he could have done. It hurt more than having him yell at me, and even more than if he punished me.The silence was worse, and nothing could have prepared me for the way I felt. It was almost like that private island never happened. Each time he just passed by me in the hallway like I wasn’t even there, it felt like I had imagined that week on that island, and none of it had been real.At first, I tried harder. I knew he was mad, but I felt it wouldn’t take long for the ice to thaw.I would walk a little slower in the hallways when I heard his footsteps and then I would pretend like I was just “coincidentally” going the same way as him.I timed him. I knew what time he left for work in the morning, and what time he went for a run on weekends. And at that t
Arianna’s POVHe didn’t even look back at me.I stood there, frozen on the stairs, staring at the door he’d just walked through. My heart thudded against my ribs, like it was trying to break free from the guilt that was already curling tighter around my lungs and just like it had been happening in the last few days, I couldn’t breathe.Did I really expect him to forgive me just like that?The question bit into my chest and I swallowed hard, willing myself not to cry again. I’d cried enough already. Three days locked in my room, no food, no sleep, just me and the fear of Claire’s death, but now, it was all amplified by every hateful word I’d said to him.Monster.Murderer.I hate you.God.He was right. I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t even try to ask for the truth. I let Claire draw the picture and I colored it in for her.And now he couldn’t even stand to look at me.I sank down onto the bottom step, my hands trembling in my lap. I felt raw. Like someone had peeled back every layer of me