The car barely stopped before Ryder yanked the door open. He didn’t wait for the driver—he just scooped me up, my torn white gown bunched around my waist, my bare skin pressing against his half-open shirt.
My legs wrapped around his hips instinctively, and his mouth was already on mine, hungry and rough, as he carried me up the front steps.
Ms. D and two maids stood at the entrance, eyes wide, mouths open to greet us.
“Welcome home, Luna—” One of the maids started.
Ryder didn’t slow down. He didn’t even look at them. He kicked the door wider with his foot and carried me straight through the stairs, my back bumping the wall once as he turned toward the stairs.
I heard Ms. D’s soft gasp and the maids’ surprised murmurs, but neither of us cared.
Ryder’s hands gripped my ass hard, fing
