Ruined

She forgot him. But he never forgot her. And now that he's found her again-he won't let go.

Rosalie Hayes rebuilt her life from the ashes-now a rising star in international law, she's far from the broken girl she used to be. Her past is buried, her memories locked away. But the past has a name.

Ryder Black.

The man she once knew in the dark. The boy with bruised knuckles and a burning soul who promised her forever-before she disappeared without a word.

Now, he's back. But she belongs to someone else now-on paper. Ryder doesn't care. She was his before she knew it. And she'll be his again, even if he has to unravel her entire world to remind her.

And he'll do anything to bring it all back.

She belongs to him. She always did.
"You don't remember, do you?" Ryder murmured, his voice silk over steel as he stepped into her space. "The nights. The promises. What you begged me for."

Rosalie's throat tightened. Her back met the hotel room wall with a soft thud. Her fingers curled at her sides. "I don't know what you're talking about."

His smirk was slow, dark, devastating. "Your body does."

One hand slid to her waist, firm and possessive.
"Tell me to stop," he whispered, his lips a whisper from hers.

But she didn't. Couldn't.

And when he kissed her-God, when he took her mouth-it was like waking a sleeping beast inside her. A kiss that wasn't a kiss at all but a claim. Ryder kissed like a man picking up where he left off. As if the years between them had only been seconds.

And Rosalie knew something terrifying in that moment:

A part of her remembered.

And it wanted more.