Undercover Desires

Claiming Fire

Ryland

The second Morris f*****g touched her, I wanted to put his face through the nearest wall.

I wasn’t even trying to hide it. The way his hands lingered—first on her shoulder, then lower, like he had any f*****g right—I was losing my grip. And the worst part? She wasn’t stopping him.

Krystal f*****g knew. Knew I was watching, knew I was pissed, and still, she didn’t push him off. She wasn’t giggling or leaning into him, but she wasn’t moving away either.

Fuck, I wanted her. Wanted her bad.

More than that, she was mine. Not officially, not publicly, not even privately, but she f*****g belonged to me. And every second Morris stood too close, every word he murmured in her ear, every time she let him, it felt like my control was slipping right through my fingers.

I had to get out of there before I did something reckless.

Like dragging her somewhere private and f*****g her so hard she’d never think of letting another man touch her again. Or worse—claiming her in front of everyone.

Shit.

I shoved past a couple of drunk assholes near the exit and stepped outside, sucking in the crisp night air. It wasn’t enough. My body was still on fire, the burn of jealousy eating me alive.

With a frustrated growl, I fished out a cigarette, lighting it with unsteady hands. The first inhale hit my lungs hard, but it didn’t calm me the way I wanted. Not when my mind was still full of her.

The click of a door opening behind me had me tensing. I turned, cigarette hanging from my lips, and there she was.

Krystal.

Heels in her hand, a little unsteady on her feet but looking every bit like the f*****g trouble she was. Her dress rode up just slightly, giving me a glimpse of smooth, tempting skin, and it took everything in me not to pin her against the wall right f*****g now.

She met my gaze, unreadable as ever, then rolled her eyes like she hadn’t just spent the whole night driving me insane. “You gonna be an asshole, or you gonna walk with me?”

I huffed out a laugh, shaking my head. “Bored of Morris already?”

She smirked, stepping closer, and I f*****g hated how my body reacted to it. “Not the jealous type, are you?”

“Don’t push me, Firecracker.”

Her eyes flashed with something—challenge, amusement, something that made my blood thrum hot in my veins. “Or what?”

I took a slow drag of my cigarette, letting the smoke curl between us as I exhaled. “You really wanna find out?”

She tilted her head, studying me. “I think I do.”

Christ.

She wasn’t just dangerous. She was lethal.

With a curse under my breath, I flicked my cigarette to the ground, grinding it under my heel before jerking my head. “Come on.”

She fell into step beside me, bare feet against the pavement, her heels dangling from her fingers. It was quiet between us, but not in a comfortable way. More like the kind of silence that could explode into something deadly if either of us made the wrong move.

Or the right one.

I didn’t trust myself. Not right now.

Every fiber of my being was still screaming to grab her, to claim her, to f*****g ruin her for anyone else.

And from the way she was looking at me, like she was waiting for something, I wasn’t sure she’d stop me if I did.