Chapter 7

They went back to his apartment. His dingy rundown apartment on the outskirts of the city. Normally Aurora would put her foot down and disagree but not when he was looking like her like that.

Like he wanted to fuck her senseless. And oh, how much she wanted that. 

They hadn't even made it up the flight of the stairs and they were all over each other. He had carried her in his arms, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

They kissed. And kissed. And kissed until she couldn't breathe. 

When he unlocked the door and pushed it open, the smell of w**d hit her nose and it scrunched instinctively.

"Sorry about that," He said but she knew he wasn't sorry at all.

Ryan pushed her off of him and her ass hit the couch first. She peeked at him through heavy-lidded eyes and he licked his lips slowly, eyeing her like a predator would to a prey,

"I want you to strip for me, flower." 

She frowned, "What?"

Ryan arched a brow, fo