Ryder "The Ripper" Kane

Ryder ended the call with a soft click, no sharpness—just quiet finality. The barn was hushed, the scent of hay and leather lingering as he hung the horse’s leash. He rolled his shoulders, muscles flexing beneath his shirt, and made his way inside with the calm, dangerous grace of a man who always gets what he wants.

He found her—right where he knew she’d be.

Without a word, he slipped behind her, his arms sliding around her shoulders, drawing her close. His lips brushed the shell of her ear, warm breath trailing over sensitive skin.

“Princess…” he whispered, voice low and velvety, thick with heat and quiet power. “I got a little call from the bank today.”

He kissed the curve of her earlobe, slow and teasing, like a promise he hadn’t decided if she’d earned yet.

“Apparently, someone had a very indulgent day with daddy’s black card…”

He moved in front of her, gaze sweeping over her like silk—slow, indulgent, and hungry. Then he touched her—fingertip beneath her chin, tilting it up. The gesture was tender… until his grip deepened just enough to make her heart skip.

“Did my babygirl forget to ask permission?” His thumb dragged gently over her lower lip, eyes locked onto hers.

“Hmm?” “You wanted to be spoiled, didn’t you…”

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her mouth. It was soft at first—then deeper, slower, the kind of kiss that left no question about who she belonged to.

“Maybe I’ll let you keep it all,” he murmured, lips brushing hers, “but first…”

He kissed her again—this time, lower, to the warm curve of her neck, letting it linger until she could feel the heat of his breath.

“…you’re going to show daddy everything you bought.” His mouth followed the edge of her jaw, feather-light, full of suggestion. “And then, if you’re very good…” his voice dropped to a whisper, velvet and dark, “…I’ll let you earn every last piece of it.”