Page 78 of Unholy Bonds

He let out a low growl, and my pussy reacted to that sound like a wanton hussy. I didn’t understand this attraction, but I acknowledged it.

“Do not make me angry, Red.” His voice came out in a dark, raspy growl as he pulled me closer to his body.

My stomach fluttered—if it was any other man, I would want his hand in return for daring to touch me, to order me, but this was Ryden. I shook my head, completely disgusted with my reaction to his voice, his growl, his attitude. But here I was.

“You’re an idiot, Ryden Sinclair,” I said, and he shrugged.

“Dance with me.”

“I was already dancing before you cut in like a rude…”

“No, you were goading. We both know you were goading,” he said, looking so sure of himself. “You wanted me to come and claim you for myself. That’s what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it?”

Fuck. FUCK.

He slipped his hand around my waist, tugging me closer to him, and Josh instinctively moved back. Ryden’s lips pulled down in derision. “Run along.” Ryden’s burning gaze met Josh, and he looked perilously close to exploding or fainting. It could go either way.

With a huff, he turned to look at me, his eyes petulant. I could see how offended he was by what Ryden did and said, but I was too lost in Ryden’s touch to care.

“What’s going on here, Yara?” he finally said, his eyes narrowing at Ryden, and for the first time, I saw a hint of anger.

“Let me tell you what is going on here. Your little outing is over. She’s mine, and no fucker will put his hand on what’s mine.”

“Asshole,” I muttered. He grunted, giving me one of those perfect brooding-grumpy looks he must have perfected in front of the mirror a million times.

“You can’t talk to her like that. You can—”

Ryden growled, cutting him off. Josh’s eyes went wide as he sputtered, his cheeks an ugly red. “Run now, boy, and pray that I won’t chase you and catch you,” Ryden said, his jaw clenched, his eyes made of angry comets burning through the night skies. “Don’t let me see you again.”

And that was enough for Josh to stumble back and almost run out of the room.

“Now that you’ve scared him away, what next?” I glared at him with a sarcastic smile. “You’re a fucking asshole.”

“Me? I’m the asshole here?” He looked disgruntled. “Let’s dance,” he whispered, digging his fingers into my hips and pulling me closer to him until there was no space between us. We swayed to the music; our eyes locked in a battle of wills.

“Okay,” I whispered. “We’ll dance. After that?”

He stared at me, his eyes glinting with something unexplainable.

“Hmm…” he trailed off. “Can we talk about that app?” he finally said with a frown on his kissable lips. I wanted to lean in and take his lower lips between my teeth and bite.

“What app?” I licked my lips.

“The one you sent me. Your sex app.”

I blinked. “Did I send you that? Hmm, I don’t seem to recollect that information.”

“You are maddening, Yara West. I don’t fucking know what to do with you,” he said in a gravelly voice, his hands tightening around me like bands of electric wire, and my whole body was charged with lust.

His eyes flashed hungrily when he looked at my lips.

“I know what you can do with me,” I said, my voice so soft it was almost buried in the layers of music, but I knew he heard it when he grunted something under his breath.

My hands trailed down his shoulder to his spine before I let them linger on his hard ass. His body clenched under my exploring hands. I rubbed myself against his growing erection. Dark eyes met mine, and a low, erotic growl left his lips as he squeezed my hips tighter.

“Fucking preposterous, Doctor West.”

It was as if Ryden and I were standing in a vacuum, and nothing existed in this soundless world. Just him and me. Our hands around each other, our bodies craving more, lost in a timeless void. I wanted this moment to stretch into eternity.

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