Raiden:
She didn’t belong in my world. Not with her sweet smile and sea green eyes. Not with a name like that—Ella Claire Montgomery— preppy girl perfection wrapped in soft skin and too much curiosity.
She shouldn’t have been in that club.
She shouldn’t have been on my bike.
She sure as hell shouldn’t have been looking at me like she wanted to be devoured.
But she was.
And I was going to ruin her for it.
From the second she stepped into my orbit, I felt the shift. Like gravity tilted. Like the room spun around her and dragged me with it. She danced like she was made of light, but I saw the shadow behind her smile. She was running from something—maybe herself, maybe the memory of the asshole who still thought he had a claim on her.
Didn’t matter.
I’d decided.
She was mine tonight.
