?Chapter 112:

Rachel shot me onest re before turning and walking away. As soon as she was out of sight, Sophia turned to me. “You handled that like a pro.”

I smiled, feeling a surge of confidence I hadn’t felt in days. “I’m done being bullied,” I said firmly. “She better pass that message on to her little friends.”

Sophia grinned. “About damn time.”

Jasmine’s POV

Iy in bed, wide awake, my eyes tracing the shadows on the ceiling. The room was too quiet, too cold, despite the fact that his scent still clung to his pillow. I’d made damn sure Seraphina didn’t change the case. His cologne, the faint trace of him—it was the only thing keeping me tethered. Without it, I’d lose my mind.

Sleep had be a cruel joke. Ryder had invaded every corner of my thoughts, and now, even in the stillness of the night, I couldn’t escape him. My body was restless, aching for his touch, for the way he made me feel alive—like every nerve in my body was electrified. Tossing in bed, I cursed under my breath, wishing he was here. Instead, I was left with my own torturous imagination.

I rolled onto my back, throwing the covers off in frustration. My skin felt hot, needy. His absence only fueled the fire burning inside me, the desire twisting deep in my gut. I couldn’t take it anymore. My hand slipped beneath the covers, grazing over my breasts. I squeezed one firmly, biting my lip, imagining it was Ryder’s hand instead of my own.

“Fuck…” I muttered, my eyes fluttering shut. His touch was always rough, possessive—and that’s what I needed right now. My nipples hardened under my own touch, the memory of his lips teasing them shing in my mind. He knew how to push me to the edge, make me beg for it.

My hand moved lower, fingers brushing over the waistband of my panties. I hesitated for a second, smirking to myself.What would Ryder think if he knew I was this fucking desperate?But hell, I couldn’t stop. I slid my hand between my legs, my fingers slipping beneath the fabric, finding the heat building there.

“Fuck, Ryder…” I whispered, biting down on my lip as my fingers dipped between my folds, already wet with need. The image of him between my thighs—his mouth, his hands, the way he imed me like I was his fucking property—that’s what I craved.

I teased myself, letting my fingers move slowly, as if testing how far I could take it before losing control. But control was already gone. My fingers worked faster, sliding in and out as I arched my back against the mattress, chasing the pleasure only Ryder could give me.

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“God, I’m such a fucking mess without you,” I groaned, my free hand gripping the sheets as I fucked myself harder, imagining his hands, his mouth, his cock inside me. The slick sound of my fingers moving filled the room, and I didn’t care if anyone heard. My breath came in sharp gasps as tension coiled tighter in my stomach, my thighs clenching as I pushed myself closer to the edge.

I could almost feel him – the way he’d lean down, whisper dirty promises in my ear while fucking me senseless. My thumb brushed against my clit, and I bucked against my hand, the pressure sending shockwaves through my body.

“Ryder…” His name slipped from my lips like a prayer, and with onest thrust, my whole body shook as I came, gasping, writhing in the sheets.

Iy there panting, my body spent, but the need for him still lingered under the surface.

“God, I’m so fucked up,” Iughed breathlessly, wiping the sweat from my brow. My fingers were still wet, slick with my own desire, but it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough without him. Ryder had ruined me.

I rolled over, pulling the covers back up, finally exhausted. As I drifted off, my mind filled with thoughts of him, and how I’d make him pay for not being here to finish what I started.

Isabelle’s POV

The cheeky little bitch.

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