Sold To The Ruthless Alpha
Hazel scrambled backward until her back hit the heavy wooden headboard.
Ryder stood at the foot of the bed, looming over her. He unbuttoned his heavy jacket and tossed it carelessly onto the floor. Then, his large, scarred hands moved to his belt, unbuckling his dagger and setting it on the nightstand with a loud metallic clink. Next, he reached for his shirt, tearing it open and throwing it aside, leaving his massive, heavily muscled chest completely bare.
His icy blue eyes never left her face. They burned with a raw hunger making it hard for her to breathe.