Ryder placed his hands on her hips. “Let’s be like old times.”

Taylor raised her eyebrows. “Already forgotten your wedding vows?”

He chuckled and kissed her neck, making her feel overpowered. She laughed as something in her churned. Something was different – not right about him. “I’m not going to be your whore. Why don’t you go back to your Luna?”

He raised his head. He smirked at her and glared deep into her eyes. Taylor turned her gaze to the side. That look. He had that look, the glare of his father.

"Oh, come on, pretty thing.”

"No, not anymore. It was fun when we were kids.” He kissed...