My body tenses at his words, every muscle locking as the air around us electrifies. Ryker doesn’t move; he simply stares down at me with a look that is both predatory and dangerous. It’s the expression of a man who knows what he wants and is determined to get it.
‘W . . what are you going to do?’ I ask. I hate the nervous tremor in my voice, the way it betrays how much power he has over me in this moment.
Ryker’s finger digs deeper hooking underneath the denim band of my jeans. The rough skin of his knuckle grazes over my stomach a stark contrast to the smooth metal of my button.
‘The question isn’t what I’m going to do baby’ he replies, his voice dropping seductively, ‘it’s what won’t you do.’
A shiver ripples through me, my breath hitching in my throat as he continues to torture me w
