Riya lay naked on the bed, her body aching from his merciless claim. Her frame still quivered in the aftermath. She yearned for comfort, for him to pull her close, whisper something tender. But Zachary offered none of that. Instead, he leaned back against the headboard, lit a cigarette, and inhaled deeply.
Through the haze of smoke, his gaze flicked toward her trembling form. For a brief moment, his expression softened. Realizing how rough he had been, he reached out to touch her arm. But the sudden ring of his phone halted him.
Zachary took the phone and answered it. "What is it?" he asked lazily.
But the words from the other end wiped the ease from his face in an instant. His brows knotted, alarm flashing in his eyes.
"What did you just say?" he barked, sitting upright.
Riya flinched at his loud voice. She turned to him instantly, startled.
"Are you sure about the information?" Zachary asked, his voice sharpening.
