Chapter 12 Ruin Me, Ric

• Ric doesn’t take his eyes off me—not for the next few seconds, not for the next few minutes. Every time I steal a glance in his direction, I find him staring, those dark eyes boring into me, filled with a possessive rage that sends a shiver down my spine. It’s not just a passing look, either. It’s intense, unyielding, and there’s a raw edge to it that shouldn’t tempt me, but it does. I can feel my pulse quicken every time our gazes lock, and I hate how much I’m affected by him, by this. I’m fighting a losing battle with myself, trying to suppress the heat pooling in my stomach.
• I can’t immerse myself in any conversation after that. Every time someone speaks to me, their words float past my ears, barely registering. I’m too caught up in the memory of Ric — his face inches from mine, the way his breath felt warm against my skin, teasing me, shredding every sense of control I have over my body. I keep thinking about how close I was to letting him cross that line, how I had almost given in to that primal urge to let him ruin me in ways I can’t even describe.
• I should’ve let him ruin my dress, damn it.