His breath hitched.
Then he grabbed me.
One arm around my waist, the other yanking me off the stool and spinning me around. My breath caught as I bent forward over the counter, his chest pressed to my back, one hand sliding under the hem of the shirt—gripping my bare ass like he owned it.
"You think you can tease me like that?" he hissed in my ear. "Sit there soaking wet, shirt half see-through, n*****s hard, knowing I could see everything?"
My thighs trembled.
His hand came down.
SMACK.
I gasped, back arching, p***y clenching around nothing.
He s*****d me again, harder this time.
CRACK.
"Ryder—"
"No," he growled. "You don't get to start the fire and walk away. You wanna be bad? Fine. I'll show you what happens to bad girls."
He pressed his hips agains
