The room was a crucible of heat, heavy with the scent of vetiver and sweat, the kind of air that clung to the skin like a second lover. Ryder stood by the window, her silhouette a provocative curve against the crimson drape of dusk, her dark chocolate hair spilling over bare shoulders that gleamed with a faint sheen of perspiration. She was a vision of restrained chaos, a corporate queen by day, her tailored suits hiding a body built for sin—full breasts straining against silk, hips that swayed with the promise of ruin. But tonight, she was something else entirely: a woman teetering on the edge of her own control, her emerald eyes flickering with a hunger she could no longer deny.
Across the room, Jace lounged against the black leather sectional, his broad frame all sharp angles and coiled power, a predator in a three-piece suit undone at the collar. His jaw was a blade, shadowed by a day’s stubble, his piercing gray eyes stripping her bare with every glance. He was her rival, her tormentor, the one who challenged her every move. His ruthless ambition matched only by the raw, animal magnetism that seeped from his every pore. They’d danced this dance for months—barbed words, heated stares, the unspoken tension of two alphas clawing for dominance. But tonight, after a deal went south and their mutual fury ignited, the battlefield had shifted from spreadsheets to skin.
“You think you can break me, don’t you?” Ryder’s voice was low, a sultry challenge laced with venom as she turned to face him, her crimson silk robe slipping just enough to reveal the lace edge of her thong hugging the curve of her thigh. Her fingers toyed with the tie of the robe, a deliberate taunt, while her pulse hammered with the thrill of the game.
Jace’s lips curled into a smirk, dark and dangerous, as he rose with the grace of a panther, closing the distance between them in three predatory strides. “I don’t think, angel. I know.” His voice was gravel, a rumble that vibrated through her core, his hand reaching out to grip her chin with a roughness that made her gasp. “You’ve been begging for this since the day you met me—every glare, every insult, just a cry for me to pin you down and fuck that pretty little attitude right out of you.”
Her breath hitched, heat pooling between her thighs as his words sliced through her defenses. She hated how right he was, hated the way her body betrayed her, her nipples hardening under the thin silk, her pussy aching with a need so fierce it bordered on pain. But she wouldn’t yield—not yet. Wrenching her chin from his grip, she stepped back, her gaze locking with his in a silent war. “Then do it,” she hissed, her voice a dare, her fingers untying the robe to let it fall in a silken pool at her feet, revealing her body—tits high and full, the lace thong barely covering the slick heat of her cunt. “Show me what you’ve got, asshole.”