Fuel the Fire
Ryland Krystal was f*****g seething. Oh, I was enjoying every damn second of it. I could see it in the way her grip tightened on that pen like she was seconds from stabbing it through Vanessa’s hand—or mine. The heat rolling off her had my pulse kicking up a notch. Yeah, she could try to hide it, could pretend like none of this s**t mattered, but I saw her. Felt her. Always did. She wanted to rip Vanessa off me. Tear her to f*****g pieces. And it was driving me insane. I leaned into Vanessa’s touch deliberately slow, just to see Krystal’s fingers flex harder around that pen. f**k, I wanted to push her further. See how long she’d last before she snapped. The woman had claws—sharp, brutal ones—and part of me wanted to see them drag across my skin. Just once. But no—Krystal kept hersel
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