Theirs To Possess And Ruin
My pulse spiked, not with fear but rage, and I badly wanted to bite his tongue off.
Then Ryker pushed off the desk, rolling his shoulders like a predator stretching.
“Rule three.” He smirked. “Begging.”
He said it like a hobby, licking his lips. “You’ll beg, one way or another, little flame. Either for cock or for your life. Makes no difference to me.”
I’ll shove your dick through your own teeth first, I thought.
He winked at me, reading the violence in my eyes. “Fiery little thing. I think I’ll call you Red. Short for ‘Red Flag.’”