Page 50 of Bonded Chaos

“Well, if it isn’t the King of Assholes himself,” I taunted.

“I’m in no mood for your antics tonight, Cadence,” he growled, marching toward the washroom.

“Good. Then you can let me go, and I’ll be out of your hair,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

Ryker disappeared behind the door that led to the bathing chamber, and I heard the sound of water splashing.

I flicked the covers back and got out of bed as I waited for him to reemerge. I hated it when he ignored me like I was nothing more than a mere nuisance. As if he hadn’t upended my whole life only to discard me in the next moment.

Ryker returned from the washroom, his tunic nowhere in sight as he leaned against the door frame. His gaze raked overmy body, and a hungry glint entered his eyes, which had me pressing my thighs together.

“I love how my gifts look on you, Temptress,” he said with a low rumble I felt in my core.

I glanced down at the lace nightgown I wore. It revealed more skin than the occasion called for, but the silky fabric was impossible to resist. It was like I had pulled on a slice of heaven when I slipped it down my body.

Suddenly uncomfortable, I glowered at Ryker, channeling my disquiet into the familiar rage I felt whenever I was in his presence.

“Don’t change the fucking subject, Ryker!”

He pushed off the wall and strode towards me. “I see you haven’t learned your lesson from the last time you mouthed off at me.”

My flesh heated at the memory.

When Ryker reached me, he circled me like a predator sizing up its prey. The warmth of his body caressed my bare skin, and I shivered.

“Or is it that you want a repeat?” he whispered against the shell of my ear.

“Fuck you!” I spat.

Before I could turn to face him, Ryker gripped my hip with one hand and cradled the back of my head with the other, then pinned me against the wall.

I gasped in surprise, and he seized the advantage, locking both my hands in one of his much larger ones at the base of my spine. He tapped my ankles apart, spreading my legs wider as he stepped closer to me. His hard chest pressed against my back, and I could feel his cock thickening against my ass.

“Are you sure this is the game you want to play, my vicious Temptress?” he growled.

“I’m not your anything, Ryker.”

A deep chuckle vibrated down my spine and settled between my thighs with a pulsing intensity that had me rubbing my legs together to ease the tension.

“I guess it is.”

His weight lifted off me, no longer pressing me into the wall as he released my hands. I tried to get away, but Ryker’s palms came down on either side of my head, caging me in.

“Did I fucking say you could move, Cadence?” he snarled.

My heart raced. Not from fear, but from anticipation.

“Answer me!”

“No,” I bit out.

Ryker moved his hand to my shoulder, gathering my hair and pushing it aside. His fingers grazed the collar at my throat before he placed a soft kiss on my neck.

“I do like the visual reminder of my ownership,” he purred.

The memory of what he’d done had me seeing red. “You can’t own me, Ryker! I’m a fucking person!”

“On the contrary, Cadence. I do own you. I own every fucking inch of this sweet flesh,” he said as he slid the band of my nightgown down my arm, exposing my breast. He repeated the action with the other strap until the garment pooled at my waist.

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