Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée
"Take off your ring." His command settled deep in my bones. I shouldn’t be doing this. And yet… I slid the ring off my finger.
He stood on the other side of the room, his face hidden in shadows, but I felt him—his presence wrapping around me like a dark temptation.
"Take off your clothes." I obeyed, my fingers hesitating at the waistband of my underwear.
"I didn’t tell you to touch that."
So I stood there—shoes on, pants still clinging to my hips—while my engagement party continued just down the hall. His gaze burned through me, drinking me in.
"God, Butterfly."
His voice was a tortured whisper, and I ached to comfort him.
"Crawl to me."
The words settled over me like