CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

Last night didn't happen.

Yeah, the part where Ryder had walked in on Bree pleasuring herself to a fantasy of him in her room and on her own fucking bed, had.

And the part where he'd kissed her so fiercely, like he couldn't wait to rip what was remaining of her clothes off her body, had too.

But she'd opened her mouth and had asked questions, questions he hadn't been ready to answer.

And that had been it.

She'd watched him go cold in seconds and the man she'd seen burn hot to have her was gone in an instant.

He'd kissed her good night instead and had left her room and it had been worse than not getting a taste of him at all.

It hurt more to have had a taste of his hunger and the pleasure he could deliver.

It pissed her all night, that again he'd managed to come out on top.

She'd tossed and turned all night, brewing in her anger and frustration and now she was enduring the consequences of that.

First off, she'd wok