Nadine
Ryker’s gaze bore into mine, the weight of his dominance pressing against me like an unseen force. I stood tall despite the tension crackling in the air, my wrists still bound, my breath steady but defiant.
“Strip,” he commanded, his voice low and commanding.
My jaw clenched, I didn't see this coming so soon. My heart pounding in my chest. I had known that moment like this will come where he would want to have my body. I had dreaded it, had prepared for it. But still, I hesitated, my fingers twitching slightly at my sides.
The silence between us stretched, thick and suffocating.
Ryker took a slow step forward, his presence overwhelming, his dark predatory eyes gleaming with something unreadable. “I won’t repeat myself,” he murmured, his voice devoid of anything less dangerous.
