Mary’s POV
"How do you have the nerve to show your face here, you bastard?" I maintained my haughty tone, glaring at his reflection in the mirror. Even though the reality was that my body, clad only in black lingerie, was entirely trapped beneath his massive, imposing frame. "You won't survive if Julian sees you treating me like this."
Ryder let out a low, raspy laugh that vibrated against my back. "Tell him. Let him watch. Do you really think I wouldn't dare to do something crazier than this, Baby?"
"Stop it, Ryder! I have nothing to do with you anymore! I am Julian's fiancée... and you have a fiancée of your own!" I snapped, my breath hitching.
At those words, Ryder’s jaw clenched. He spun me around roughly, his hands slamming against the marble vanity on either side of my waist,
