Ruby's POV
"Take a look at the walls and don’t take your eyes off them," Carrick said, unbuckling his belt and pushing down his pants, his eyes gleaming with rage.
He let out a heavy sigh, and his scent thickened in the air. Ruby closed her eyes and breathed him in. Heat bloomed inside her again; the horniness that had died down returned with intensity as she pulled her skirt down herself.
A large, solid black stick stood hard between Carrick's thighs as he positioned Ruby just the way he wanted. She arched her back and his face twisted in fury, ready to release the tension simmering between them.
"The door isn’t shut, Carrick, and..."
"Shut up and face the wall," Carrick snapped, his fingers trailing down between her legs. He dipped one finger in and pulled it out, then did it again
