MARY'S POV
"Put me down, you bastard!"
I hissed sharply, pounding my fists against Ryder's hard back as he carried me over his shoulder toward the penthouse's private elevator.
Instead of listening, his muscular arm clamped tighter around the back of my thighs. A low rumble of laughter vibrated in his chest, sounding entirely too pleased with himself.
"Stop struggling, Princess. Your precious ex is watching us from across the street."
My eyes widened. Henry?
"Good." Ryder's smirk widened, even though I couldn't see his face. "Show him how incredibly happy you are with me."
"Put me down right now, Vance!"
"No."
Then, without warning, his large fingers dug into my sides.
"Ryder!" I shrieked.
My body thrashed wildly as he mercilessly tickled my most sensitive spots. The overwhelmin
