Not with Violet. I see her naked and want to come in my pants. Hell, I see her walk around the fucking office fully dressed and wearing patterned stockings and I’m eager to fuck. Eager to come—in her, on her, near her, whatever. And when I’m finished, I’m ready to do it all over again.

I’m all urges when it comes to Violet. Working off basic instinct, one scent of her and I’m raring to go like I’m an animal.

But it’s more than that with her. Yeah, she makes my natural urges go haywire, but she also makes my protective instincts kick in. I want to take care of her. And after what she just confessed in the cab of all places … all I can think about is how I want to watch over her.

For the rest of my life.

The thought of a scumbag—worse, a trusted family friend—trying to harm a hair on her head makes me want to kill him.

Violet gives so selflessly and I’m not used to that. I’m a selfish asshole. And pretty much every woman I’ve been with was selfish, too, especially Pilar. She may have helped me find a new direction but ultimately, it was all for her own selfish gains. I was her little puppet to create and mold into exactly what she wanted. For a while, I let her, I was so grateful to be saved.

I’m over that shit. I’m over other women, period. I just want Violet. No one else. She’s mine.

All mine.

The realization makes me freeze. I stare out the window, the cracked blinds offering me a glimpse of dimly lit buildings and the dark night sky. Fuck. It’s hard to believe still.

That I only want …

Violet.

“Ryder.” Her sweet voice draws my attention and I turn to look at her, letting my pants drop and kicking them along with my underwear off. Naked, I go back to the bed and crawl over her, hands braced on either side of her head, my still hard cock resting against her soft belly.

“Yeah, baby?” I kiss her neck, lick her skin, taste the faint salt of her sweat. Fuck, I could eat her up I want her so much.

“I want to be on top,” she whispers, her voice soft, her hands sliding up to my shoulders and giving them a squeeze. “Please?”

Without warning, I roll over so I’m lying on my back and she’s sprawled on top of me, a little smile curving her lips. I run my hand down the slope of her back, over the curve of her ass. Her skin is so soft and smooth and she feels so damn good on top of me. I could stay like this for …

Don’t even go there, jackass. Forever isn’t possible in your world.

The negative voice in my head can fuck off.

“Lift up,” I tell her, not able to shake giving up complete control. She does as I demand, sitting up so her hot, wet pussy rests against my abs, her hands braced on my chest. My cock hardens, brushing against her ass and she gives a little shudder. “Take me inside you. I want to watch.”

She rises up on her knees and grabs hold of my cock, guiding it inside of her body. I watch, fascinated, as she slides down my dick, taking all of me in one slow glide. Watching and feeling it all at once makes everything inside me tense up and I close my eyes, trying my damnedest to fight off the urge to pound inside of her until I’m coming with a shout.

“You feel so good,” she murmurs as she slowly starts to ride me. “You’re so big and thick.”

I grip hold of her ass and guide her movements, my fingers pressing so hard into her skin I’m sure I’ll bruise her.

I don’t really fucking care. I don’t think she does, either.

“Oh, God.” She sounds like she’s in pain and my eyes fly open to find her riding me with her head thrown back, her gaze locked on the image playing out in the mirror above us.

It’s amazingly hot, watching Violet and me together. Why haven’t I thought of bringing her here before? The way her breasts bounce, her long hair dangling so far down her back it almost touches her ass. She lifts her arms over her head, gathering her hair in her hands, and I tear my gaze away from the mirror to actually watch her.

Damn, she’s gorgeous. Eyes closed, teeth nibbling on the corner of her bottom lip. She’s riding me, her knees braced on either side of my hips as she slides up and down my cock in this amazing rhythm that is bound to make me come soon if I don’t do something about it …

I grip her hips and try to slow her down, lifting my hips and sending my cock deep inside her body. She stills and releases her lip from her teeth, moaning as I circle my hips and try my best to send my cock as deep as she can take it.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I whisper. “Wet and hot, baby. I love fucking you.” She gets off on this type of talk. Sweet, quiet Violet Fowler, the ice queen, as Pilar called her.

Not even close to the truth. She’s fucking wild, this girl. She takes it any way I can give it to her and loves every second of it.

I reach out and brush my thumb over her clit, making her gasp. I tease her, not giving her the pressure she needs to come but just enough to push her to the edge. Her movements become jerky and she throws her head back again, her eyes closed, lips parted as she pants, lost in her own little blissed-out world.

“Come here,” I tell her as I remove my hand from her pussy, needing her closer. Needing to feel her skin on mine.

She opens her eyes and falls over me, her face in mine, her hands on my shoulders, her hips working up and down my cock. I keep my hands on the globes of her ass, pushing and pulling, sending my cock deep, savoring the sounds of her moans as we increase our pace.

Together. Always together. We’re so in sync it’s almost scary.