I'd always been drawn to the wrong kind of men. The ones with a hint of danger, a dash of excitement, and a whole lot of trouble.
That's why I found myself at the mercy of Ryder Blackwood, the lead singer of a local rock band. With his chiseled features, piercing blue eyes, and a voice that could melt the coldest of hearts, Ryder was the epitome of a bad boy.
Our eyes met across the crowded room, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my veins. It was like we were two magnets, drawn together by an irresistible force.
Ryder's gaze locked onto mine, his eyes burning with an intensity that left me breathless. I felt like I was drowning in the depths of his eyes, unable to look away.
"Want to get out of here?" Ryder asked, his voice low and husky.
I nodded, my heart racing with excitement.
We slipped out of the bar, into the cool night air. The city streets were deserted, except for the sound of distant music and laughter.
Ryder took my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine. We walked in silence, the tension between us palpable.
Suddenly, Ryder stopped, his eyes locked onto mine. "I want you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
My heart skipped a beat. "I want you too," I replied, my voice trembling.
Ryder's lips crashed down on mine, his kiss hot and demanding. I felt like I was melting into his arms, my body on fire with desire.
We kissed like that for what felt like hours, our bodies entwined in a passionate embrace.
But as the night wore on, I began to realize that Ryder was hiding secrets. Secrets that could destroy us both.
"Ryder, what's going on?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Ryder's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with an intensity that left me breathless.
"I'll tell you everything," he said, his voice low and husky. "But first, you have to promise me one thing."
"What's that?" I asked, my heart racing with excitement.
"You have to promise me that you'll never leave me," Ryder said, his eyes burning with an intensity that left me breathless.
I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But as I looked into Ryder's eyes, I knew that I was trapped.
"Okay, I promise," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Ryder's lips crashed down on mine, his kiss hot and demanding. I felt like I was melting into his arms, my body on fire with desire.
But as the night wore on, I began to realize that I'd made a deal with the devil himself.
And now, I was trapped in a web of desire and deceit, with no escape in sight.