Chapter 49
Chapter 49:
“What do you want from me, Ryder?” My voice dropped, but the cold edge remained. “You kidnapped me, brought me to this… this place, this life, and now what? What’s your plan for me p>
His body tensed before he finally turned, eyes blazing. He stepped forward, closing the gap between us in an instant. “I warned you about running faster than your shadow, Jasmine. You never listen, do you p>
My blood boiled. “This isn’t about running faster!” I spat, my voice shaking with barely controlled rage. “It’s about you using me, manipulating me. Damn it, Ryder, you stole my life p>
My hand shot out, pointing accusingly at him. The anger that had been brewing inside me exploded in that moment, every bitter thought pouring out. His eyes narrowed, darkening as he sucked his teeth. But I didn’t care. I was done being his puppet.
“You haven’t lived properly if you think that was a life,” he snickered, though there was no humor in his voice. “You had no life back there, Jasmine. Humiliated by Jason, treated like a slave. You deserve better. You deserve to be treated like a queen, not some p>
“No!” My hand flew out before I could stop myself. The slap echoed through the air, sharp and loud, followed by a heavy silence that seemed to stretch on forever. We just stared at each other, shock hanging between us. I didn’t flinch. I wouldn’t.
“How dare you.” My voice came out low, deadly. “You have no idea what I had. What I lost. You have no right to judge me. And speaking of queens… you think you’re treating me like one p>
His face was still tilted to the side, his cheek flushed where my slap had landed. I could see the anger simmering beneath his expression, but I didn’t care. He’d barely known me for a month, and he had the nerve to judge me, to act like he knew everything about me. My hand ached from the force of the slap, but I wasn’t backing down.
“You’re just like the rest,” I hissed through clenched teeth. “Using me for your own gain p>
His eyes widened in surprise, as if he couldn’t believe I’d dared to defy him. Did he really think I would sit here and let him control my life without fighting back?
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Before I could even process what was happening, Ryder moved. One second, he was standing there, and the next, he was on me. His arms wrapped around me, pinning me against his chest. The speed of his movements left me breathless. My body froze, trapped between him and the bed. My breasts pressed against his chest, and I realized with a jolt that there was no space left between us. His Lycan strength was undeniable.
I wriggled, but his hold on me was like iron. His eyes bore into mine, furious yet controlled. Despite everything, my body betrayed me. My nipples hardened against his chest, and heat surged through me, settling deep in my core. How could I be aroused by his anger? By the raw power radiating off him?
Ryder’s gaze never left mine, his jaw tense as he whispered, his voice low and husky. “I’m not cut out for this p>
His words sent a shiver down my spine. His voice… it was magnetic, pulling me in despite the chaos between us. The way his breath fanned my skin made my pulse race faster.
His presence overwhelmed me. My breaths came in short, ragged bursts, my skin prickling with awareness. His smirk lingered, and I hated how much it affected me. Every inch of my body responded to him, betraying the anger that still simmered inside me.
Before I could speak, Ryder pulled back, his grip loosening as he stepped away. His eyes lingered on me for a moment, dark and unreadable, before he turned to leave.
I stood there, frozen, my body still buzzing with the tension between us. My heart pounded in my chest, my breaths gradually evening out, but the heat he’d ignited in me refused to die. I cursed myself for reacting like this, for letting him get under my skin.
Why did my body crave him like this? He infuriated me, manipulated me, and yet… every time he came close, something inside me stirred. Even when he scared me, his presence sent a wave of desire coursing through my veins. I was losing myself, trapped in this never-ending cycle of anger and passion.