Resisting Ryder

"You want to make me angry." He growls against the hot skin of her neck. He's sweating in this cramped closet, but he's pretty positive it's the infuriating woman's doing. "Admit it, Lay-na. You enjoy seeing me this way."

She bites her tongue and resists the urge to roll her eyes. "You're already a very angry man."

"Lena," he whispers, his breath practically scorching her already burning skin. "What did I tell you earlier?"

She's panting when she says, "I'm yours."

"That's right, baby. So don't forget it. You. Are. Mine. Lena."

(Cover by eroticaIrisGrace)