THE BILLIONAIRE STILL WANTS HER!

"Don’t you ever say those words again," Tryson growled, his voice thick with intensity. Before Riley could react, he crashed his lips against hers, stealing the breath from her lungs.

The kiss was urgent, wild—sending a shockwave through her body. Then, just as suddenly, his hunger deepened.

His lips moved with reckless abandon, devouring her.

A soft moan escaped Riley as she instinctively reached for his hair, craving more of him.

But before she could touch him, Tryson seized her wrist, spinning her around in one swift motion.

Her front met the cool surface of the wall, and in the next heartbeat, he was there—pressing against her, his lips trailing fire along her skin.

Each kiss was searing, each touch igniting something untamed within her.

Riley gasped, her moans breaking free—sharp, unexpected, and utterly helpless against the force of him.

With no time to waste, Tryson’s lips trailed down her skin, leaving a burning path of kisses along her neck, inching lower until they met her shoulder line.

Each press of his mouth left behind a mark—his own signature branding her flesh with dark, possessive hickeys.