Burning Possession
Krystal Ryland wasn’t listening. Didn’t even hear Travis, didn’t feel his grip on his shoulders, didn’t register the words spilling out of his mouth. Didn’t give a single f**k. He was still trying to get at the guy, fists clenching like he was ready to go another round, ready to finish what he started. Travis cursed, trying to haul him back again. “Jesus Christ, Ryland, chill the f**k out!” Didn’t work. I sighed. f**k it. I grabbed Ryland by the collar and yanked. Hard. His wild, bloodshot eyes snapped to me. He was seething. Whole body tense, fists still curling, jaw locked so tight I thought his teeth might f*****g c***k. “Ryland,” I said, firm, gripping his shirt tight. “Look at me.” Nothing. Just pure rage burning through him, fury radiating off his sk
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