Chapter 125: People like you
Noah shoved Ryder away with all the strength he could muster, his hands trembling as he cursed him. "You already slept with me, you bastard! What more do you want?" His voice cracked with anger, but there was a touch of desperation in his eyes. "How heartless can you be, taking advantage of me in a situation like this?"
Ryder shook his head slowly, his expression unreadable for a moment before that familiar, arrogant smirk crept back onto his face. "I didn’t fuck you, doll face," he said, his voice low and smooth, almost taunting. "Believe it or not."
Noah’s breath hitched, but before he could respond, Ryder pressed his body against him, pinning him against the desk. The sudden proximity made Noah’s heart race, and the heat of Ryder’s body against his own sent an unwanted shiver down his spine. Ryder’s eyes gleamed with a dangerous hunger as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Noah’s ear, making his words even more chilling.
"You think I’d let an opportunity like that slip by?" Ryder whispered, his tone dripping with arrogance. "If I wanted to fuck you, Noah, you’d know. You wouldn’t forget something like that." He pushed his hips forward, grinding against Noah just enough to feel the tension between them. "And trust me, you were begging for it last night."
Noah’s hands clenched into fists, his whole body stiff with rage and humiliation. But Ryder didn’t stop. He pressed harder, his breath warm against Noah’s neck, his voice deep and sultry. "The thing is," Ryder murmured, his eyes darkening with desire, "I want to fuck you. But unless you agree to it."
His words were laced with arrogance, but there was an intensity there, an almost unhinged obsession that made Noah’s pulse quicken. Ryder’s hand trailed down Noah’s side, lingering over his waist before grabbing a fistful of his shirt, yanking him closer. "And don’t you dare act like you don’t feel it too," Ryder continued, his voice growing more heated. "I know you’ve thought about it. I can see it in your eyes, every time we’re alone."
Noah’s chest heaved as he struggled to push back against the surge of emotions overwhelming him. "You’re insane if you think I’ll want to do anything with someone like you," Noah spat, though his voice lacked the conviction he wanted. He couldn’t deny the pull Ryder had over him, but he refused to give in to it. "I hate you."
Ryder chuckled darkly, his eyes glowing with amusement as he gazed down at Noah. "Hate me all you want," he said, his lips brushing dangerously close to Noah’s. "But I know how badly you wanted me last night. And deep down, I think you still do, darling."
His arrogance was maddening, but there was no denying the lust in his gaze. Ryder wasn’t just playing his usual smug games—there was something more crude, more risky in the way he looked at Noah now. It was as if Ryder was teetering on the edge, barely holding back his desire, and Noah could feel it.
Ryder’s hand trailed up to Noah’s jaw, his fingers gripping it with a possessive force. "You can curse me all you want," Ryder whispered, his lips dangerously close, "but the next time I take you, you’ll be begging for more."
"Fuck you!" Noah left Ryder’s office fuming, his heart still pounding from the intensity of their last encounter. He cursed under his breath, trying to shake off the lingering tension Ryder always left him with. The man was insufferable. But what annoyed Noah more than Ryder’s arrogance was the fact that he couldn’t stop thinking about him.