Page 81 of Unholy Bonds

His eyes went to the clingy red dress, and he grunted something under his breath, looking properly mad.

“You tortured me with your sex toy. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and you know it. You made sure of it. It’s like madness, and I—I can’t stop going insane,” he said as he stepped in front of the shiny gold elevator.

“We can’t go in. It’s private,” I said.

He pulled out a shiny gold card from his jacket and swiped it across the card reader with a playful grin. “I know someone.”

“Who?”

“A friend of mine is a silent partner in the club,” he said with a shrug, motioning me to go in. As soon as the elevator began to move, he slammed his hand against the emergency button, halting it midway, and I gasped.

There were mirrors everywhere. I could see Ryden’s eyes following me, stalking me with a dark intensity that lit my skin on fire.

The glint in his eyes made me equally aroused and nervous. A good kind of nervous. It made me feel like I could conquer the world and destroy it with a wave of my fingers.

“So, now that you’ve trapped me in an elevator full of mirrors, what’s next?” I said with a teasing smirk, making his eyes darken.

He leaned closer to me, his nose against my cheek, and he took in a deep breath as if he was trying to inhale my scent, to devour me.

He tugged my hair and curled a lock around his finger. “Like silk and satin. Fuck. Those eyes… bewitching eyes. I know touching you will be a mistake.”

“Something that feels this good can’t be a mistake,” I whispered, eliciting a moan from him.

“Well, you might be right,” he conceded.

“I always am,” I said, leaning closer to him.

I saw the moment his self-control finally shattered. The sound was music to me. He let out a long groan before his large hand went around my throat and tightened.

He slammed me against the elevator wall before his lips came crashing down on me, and it was… hell and heaven wrapped in one.

The kiss started slow, deliberate, and lazy, but soon it became more intense. Fast. Furious. As if he had only a second to kiss and he wanted everything in that second. He sucked, nibbled, plundered. I gave as good as I got.

“How can I stay away when you smell like this? I’ve been watching you, and… I can’t pretend I don’t want you.” His voice dropped to a low whisper as his hand trailed up and down my body, finding places that had been secret even from me. “I want you on your knees, those sinful lips on my cock, Red.” His voice was a dark, crazy symphony. The heat between us grew higher, threatening to burn us down.

“My lips want the same,” I whispered, and he groaned. “I want to taste your cum.”

“Oh, fuck, oh,” he groaned, voice raspy, the vibration of his words pressing along my skin in a sinister touch as he buried his face into the crook of my neck. His fingers grazed against my breast before he pulled back with a sigh.

His hands slowly drifted down my arms, his eyes strangely tender as he leaned in. My stomach fluttered, and my fingers trembled. I wanted what I wanted, but this, this tenderness wasn’t… wasn’t a part of the deal.

“Tell me what you want, Yara.” His voice was an order. The tenderness was now gone, replaced by hunger, and this was perfect.

“I want you. I want you to fuck me, but…”

“Go on.”

“But it’ll only be that, Ryden. Two people who are attracted to each other fucking each other. It’ll never be more. I want you to know that.”

He stopped, his eyes blazing. I thought he would be jumping at the chance, but he almost looked frustrated, angry.

“You’re good at this. Almost clinical. Maybe it’s all the time you spend in the morgue.” He studied me as if he wanted to solve me. He would fail, though. I had built walls so high that sometimes even I couldn’t look past them. “I’ve always been good at solving puzzles, Yara.” His voice was soft, teasing. I didn’t smile.

“You’ll never solve me,” I said, my fingers sliding down the beautiful serpents on his arm with blazing yellow eyes, tracing the texture of his hard muscles. “Yes or no, Ryden?”

“I’ve got no intention of complicating my life with relationships. My attraction to you needs to be—”

“Obsession. Your obsession with me,” I cut in, and he looked startled for a second. “We both know the truth.”

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