THE WILD CAT
she challenged, her voice low and husky, pushing the moment toward the edge.
He lifted his head, his dark eyes burning into hers. They were filled not with passion, but with a complex mix of anger, desire, and perhaps a flicker of self-loathing. He didn't look like a man enjoying a moment; he looked like a man breaking a vow.
Riley knew this wasn't about pleasure for Armani; it was about power, control, and a violent release of tension. She tightened her grip, ready to ride the storm, knowing that conquering this brother would be the hardest, and most rewarding, victory of her entire plan.