Valerie’s POV
I stood in the middle of the chaotic penthouse bedroom in my silk nightgown, waiting. Ignoring the pungent stench of alcohol that stung my nose, I stepped forward slowly, watching Ryder toss and turn restlessly in the center of his massive bed. The drug Dante had given me earlier was finally taking effect; the raging lion had stopped cursing and was now trapped in a semi-conscious haze.
I climbed onto the bed and gently patted his cheek. "Ryder?"
Instantly, his massive hands clamped around my waist. With terrifying speed, he flipped me over, pinning me beneath his large, muscular frame. A sharp gasp escaped my lips.
"Mary Collins... I miss you, baby. Do you know how badly I want you tonight?" he murmured, his voice dark and intoxicating. "Even if this is just a dream..
