The next second, Ryker drops his face into my neck and I cringe as he inhales deeply. “f**k she does smell so sweet,” Ryker groans, his hand on my stomach moves toward my neck, his long fingers wrapping around my throat. Not hard enough to choke me, though I don’t miss the warning in the move. Jaxson looks away, his face turning to the side.
“What’s wrong, Jaxson. Does it bother you, me touching her?” Ryker sneers.
“You’re being ridiculous, we are late. Let her f*****g go so we can leave.” Ryker laughs, though the sound is more cruel than it is amused.
“No,” Ryker growls, his fingers twitching threateningly around my throat. He dips his head lower until his lips are grazing the shell of my ear — a growl rumbling from him sending a shiver down my spine. “I like her right here.”
The room
