CHAPTER EIGHT

"Don't look at me like that, little one." Ryder said, as he stepped away from Bree.

For a second there, he'd come as close as fuck to breaking the boundaries they'd unofficially set and take her against his door.

She'd wanted it too, he'd seen the lust burn in her eyes, but he'd pulled back last minute.

The timing was wrong.

He plan to take her every which way she can offer, it was in the cards he'd offered, but not now, not this way.

When he do take her, he wanted her to need not want him and he wanted that not so subtle look of guilt that had clouded her eyes gone.

And when he gets buried so deep inside her, he wanted to see only raw desire for him taking her to a small rapture, nothing else.

"Like what?" her small, questioning voice queried, piercing through the fog of his thoughts.

"Like making you look at me like this is punishing." He deadpa